Seeing Wu Yuanhua just gave himself the opportunity to say his last words, Yang Fan changed his words.
"Can you let go of my brothers?"
Wu Yuanhua closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Yang Fan with expectant eyes. At the same time, his eyes were full of death will.
"What do you mean?"
Yang Fan asked back.
"I know."
Wu Yuanhua threw the dagger, raised his right hand, and patted his Tian Ling Gai fiercely.
The palm containing the full force of the late fit hit Wu Yuanhua's head. His head exploded like a watermelon and exploded into a cloud of blood.
Wu Yuanhua's breath disappeared instantly, and his breath gradually dissipated.
"Brother's breath..."
Suddenly, the face of Jing Yuande, who was closest to Wu Yuanhua, suddenly changed, because he sensed that Wu Yuanhua's life was gradually dissipating, as if...dead.
Thinking of this, Jing Yuande hurriedly cast his gaze to the location of Yang Fan, only to see a headless corpse lying quietly on the ground, and his life was dissipating at an extremely fast speed.
"Do not!!!"
Jing Yuande roared loudly, but didn't notice that Hai Bodong had already taken advantage of Jing Yuande's distraction to kill him.
"It's distracting to play against me."
The coldness between Haibodong's palms was pressing, and he patted Xiangjing Yuande's chest heavily.
puff! ! !
Jing Yuande did not notice for a while and was directly hit by Hai Bodong, vomiting blood and flying out.
It's just that when the blood was sprayed out, the cold air that Haibodong sent out instantly froze.
When Jing Yuande fell to the ground, ice had begun to freeze on his chest, and it was spreading to the surroundings visible to the naked eye. But in the areas covered by the ice, Jing Yuande only felt that he lost his intuition. When the true energy passed through these places, the flow was very slow.
His eldest brother was probably dead. Jing Yuande didn't care about the injury on his chest and flew towards Yang Fan's location.
"Don't want to go!"
Jing Yuande roared, ignoring Hai Bodong's attack, and seeing that he was about to be hit, Jing Yuande still ignored him. On the contrary, he also took out his weapons, intending to exchange injuries for injuries.
"madman!"
Haibodong didn't dare to be careless, so he could only withdraw the attack and instead evade.
In the blink of an eye, Jing Yuande came to Wu Yuanhua's headless body.
At this moment, Qiu Xiao's pupils, who was fighting against Zhang Chenglei, shrank sharply. Without even thinking about it, he turned around and flew towards where Yang Fan was.
Zhang Chenglei thought that Qiu Xiao was going to attack his team members and hurriedly blocked Qiu Xiao from advancing.
"Go away!"
Qiu Xiao roared, bursting out with all his strength, and blasting Zhang Chenglei into the air with one punch.
"How could it be so strong!"
Qiu Xiao's sudden shot caused Zhang Chenglei to be unprepared for a moment, and he was blasted fiercely. The abdomen that was hit was even more painful, and he almost shot the meal overnight.
Zhang Chenglei stared at Qiu Xiao with horror.
Soon, Qiu Xiao came to Jing Yuande's side and looked at Wu Yuanhua's headless corpse on the ground, and a desperate mood appeared in his heart.
"Second brother, eldest brother..."
Qiu Xiao's voice was a little choked, he slowly squatted down, clenching his fists.
"Who is it, who did it?"
Suddenly, Qiu Xiao stood up abruptly, looked around, and finally stared at Yang Fan.
"You did it?"
Qiu Xiao asked in a questioning tone, which made people tremble.
"I ask you, did you do it?"
In Qiu Xiao's hands, a long knife appeared, exuding cold light, and his eyes were cracking.
Even if Yang Fan answered no, he could not escape Qiu Xiao's ensuing fierce revenge.
"Yes!"
After about five breaths, Yang Fan opened his mouth and only said one word.
"Very good! Die."
Qiu Xiao nodded, his tone was terribly calm and cold and terrible.
I saw Qiu Xiao raising a long knife and slashing at Yang Fan's head, locking it with his spiritual sense. The knife was not fast, but it was powerful.
Cang!
However, when the long knife was less than half a meter away from Yang Fan, it was easily clamped by Yang Fan with two fingers.
Qiu Xiao's pupils shrank, and then his face showed cruelty. The legs were slightly bent, and his hands slammed into force, trying to stab the long knife forward.
But no matter how hard Qiu Xiao tried, the blade didn't move even the slightest.
At this moment, Jing Yuande stood up slowly, and on his face, he could see through all the peace. But deep in his eyes, there was endless killing intent.
"dead!"
Jing Yuande didn't say a word, and hit Yang Fan's head with a punch.
Facing the siege of two mid-coming strong men, Yang Fan's face remained calm and free, and he slowly extended his free right hand.
Huh!
Hearing only a muffled sound, Jing Yuande's fist was firmly grasped by Yang Fan's right hand. Not only was he not injured, but he did not even move half a point.
"This!!!"
Jing Yuande's pupils shrank and he was shocked.
At this moment, in the gorgeous carriage not far away, the little boy's eyes widened and fell into a daze.
The eyes of the old man sitting across from him flickered. At the moment when Yang Fan started his hand, he saw Yang Fan's specific cultivation level, the integration period was complete, and he was about to enter the tribulation period.
The old man was also shocked, he could see that Yang Fan was definitely not more than 500 years old.
The five-hundred-year-old fit period was complete. Even Tianjiao Nangong Feiyue, ranked number one on the Tianjiao list, only entered the fit-up period when he was more than eight hundred years old.
So, isn't the talent of the young man in front of him even higher than Nangong Feiyue?
Thinking of this, the old man's heart surged.
"Die to me!"
Jing Yuande let out a low growl, pinched Fa Jue with one hand and attacked Yang Fan.
Not to be outdone, Qiu Xiao took out a magic weapon and killed Yang Fan.
A water jet made of water flew towards Yang Fan's neck. Yang Fan twisted his head slightly, and the water jet passed by, cutting off a strand of Yang Fan's hair.
Qiu Xiao held a long spear and stabbed it out with a golden light on the spear head, slamming into Yang Fan's chest.
Yang Fan stepped on the ground with his right foot, and he flew backwards in the air.
The two chased after him.
Qiu Xiao's long spear was three meters long, so it was easy to attack Yang Fan. Taking advantage of Yang Fan's volley, he grabbed the end of the spear and stabbed it forward.
"Humph!"
Yang Fan gave a cold snort, with the palm of his right hand facing the sky, a group of blue electric currents blasted in Yang Fan's hand like thousands of birds were calling.
Chidori!
Yang Fan aimed his palm at Qiu Xiao, and a beam of energy condensed by lightning shot at extremely fast speed.
Puff!
Qiu Xiao's arm was penetrated, he snorted, resisted the pain, and threw the spear fiercely with his last strength.
Whoosh!
The spear speed flew towards Yang Fan's neck at a speed that did not require a thousand birds to flow.
"good chance!"
Jing Yuande's eyes lit up, fighting for the injury to restrain Yang Fan.
In the blink of an eye, the spear was already in front of him. From Jing Yuande's point of view, Yang Fan couldn't dodge at all, and he couldn't make defensive moves because he was firmly restrained by himself.
Seeing that his attack was about to hit Yang Fan, Qiu Xiao showed a gratified smile on his face.
