Chapter 451: Dadao, die! (For subscription)

Yang Fan observed Qin Hongtao's every move from the snowflakes, and appeared out of thin air on Qin Hongtao's right side while he was not paying attention. He swung the soul-removing knife in his hand and took his head straight.
Cang!
The Sabre Sabre with the demon aura easily blocked Yang Fan's blow. The devilish energy on the knife spread to the Bloody Soul Reaper with the blade.
If Yang Fan only used ordinary swords, then the devil energy would directly invade his body while talking about the sword, and no matter how many means, it would not be possible to clear the devil energy from his body. Walking rashly on the mainland will only be caught by the demons.
But the Blood-Hidden Soul Reaper is not an ordinary knife. It can also in the souls of the dead under it. It's a mere devilish energy without much difficulty at all.
I saw that the devil energy had just spread to the blade of the soul-removing knife, and it was sucked into the blade, without a trace of devil energy spilling out.
"this is?!!"
Qin Hongtao's face was ugly, and he wanted to withdraw, but was firmly restrained by Yang Fan.
"It's time to end. I'm tired of this battle."
While speaking, Yang Fan exploded with all his strength, shook Qin Hongtao back, and the blood-hidden soul-removing knife slashed at his neck.
"It is indeed time to end."
Qin Hongtao sneered and looked behind Yang Fan, where the Overlord Sword had already sneaked into the vicinity of Yang Fan. When Yang Fan dealt with Qin Hongtao, all his combat power broke out in an instant. He came behind Yang Fan in the blink of an eye, and the Meteor Hammer hit Yang Fan severely. Head.
The speed of the overlord sword was very fast, and the meteor hammer in his hand swung out, less than ten centimeters away from Yang Fan.
At this distance, Qin Hongtao expected that Yang Fan would never escape.
Thinking of this, Qin Hongtao smiled relievedly.
But at this time, the Tai Chi patterns in Yang Fan's eyes flew away and revolved, and finally shrank slightly, and the terrifying pupil power burst out, acting on Tyrant Saber.
Behind Yang Fan, there was a cruel smile on Tyrant Dao's face. He had even seen Yang Fan's head smashed into a watermelon shape.
Suddenly, Ba Dao's face changed and he became horrified, because he was shocked to find that he could not go any further.
Not only that, but also the gods and souls can't move half way. The only thing that can move is his own thoughts.
moment!
At this time, Ba Dao heard the two words in Yang Fan's mouth.
"Quana? What is Moment? Can it be eaten? Or, this is called a moment by Yang Fan's technique."
"But, is there any trick that can instantly imprison a powerful man in the late Mahayana?"
With this kind of question, Tyrant saw Yang Fan with his back facing him, holding the Bloody Soul Reaper in his right hand, and swiping it backwards without looking back.
The pupils of the Tyrant Sword suddenly tightened, and the Blood-Hidden Soul Reaper's eyes were getting closer and bigger than his neck.
At this moment, Tyrannical Dao finally panicked. He wanted to mobilize his true energy and wanted to block the blow. But no matter what, at the moment of hitting Yang Fan, unless the two are very different in strength, it is impossible to break free from the shackles of time.
The Bloody Soul Reaper swept across Tyrant's neck without any hindrance, and everyone saw that a huge head flew high, and because of the constraints of time, there was no trace of blood flowing out of the neck where the head was lost.
Tyrannical Dao only felt that the sky was spinning, and he could vaguely see his headless corpse floating in the air.
As a terrifying powerhouse in the late Mahayana period, even if his head is cut off, he will still not die. The soul can escape from the body, and then find a body to seize the house.
But because of the impact of the moment, the soul of Tyrannical Blade couldn't escape from the body at all, and only death was waiting for him.
Hum!
Yang Fan's whole body was wrapped in the golden Xuzuo Nenghu, and the sword of Pudu Yuhun was severely cut down towards the position of the overlord sword.
Puff!
Just hearing the sound of a frustrating balloon, everyone saw that the entire soul of the Tyrant Dao was absorbed by the Butu Royal Soul Sword. In his soul body, he was full of struggles, but he couldn't help but the effect of the three-second imprisonment had not passed.
Ding!
Three seconds later, the Domineering Sword that had been imprisoned by Momenta finally started to move after a crisp ding sound all over his body, and a large amount of blood spurted out immediately.
It was just that the soul was absorbed by the sword of Budu Royal Soul, and the head was also beheaded. With the disappearance of this instant effect, the Tyrant Blade completely fell.
Quiet!
The high-level elders of the Divine Sword Gate saw this scene, and their hearts suddenly became cold, regretting joining the Divine Sword Gate.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
Some elders who couldn't accept the tyrant knife being beheaded by Yang Fan directly knelt down and prayed that Yang Fan would not kill them.
Overlord, as a powerful man in the late Mahayana period, the founder of the Sacred Sword Gate, died in the hands of a young monk whose true realm was only in the early Mahayana period. And the death was embarrassing and strange, no one among the people in the room found out why Tyrant Dao didn't avoid Yang Fan's attack.
At this moment, just as everyone fell into the death of Tyrannical Sabre, a figure had quietly arrived behind Yang Fan, with the saber knife in his hand aimed at Yang Fan and slashed towards his back.
This blow was powerful and fast.
"Master, be careful!"
It was Qin Hongtao who attacked Yang Fan.
Zuo Yuanwei, Xiang Mingxu and Feng Man were shocked and hurried to remind Yang Fan, but it was too late.
"the host?"
These two words were spoken from the mouths of two high-level elders, which was very unusual.
Suddenly, some elders thought of something, and their faces showed a horror, and a person's thoughts grew in their minds.
The saber was directly submerged into Yang Fan's body.
Qin Hongtao's smiling face suddenly stiffened. He felt some spatial fluctuations in Yang Fan's body, and his saber-cutting knife fell on Yang Fan, without any obstacle, as if it was just slashing on the afterimage.
Yang Fan slowly turned around, staring at Qin Hongtao like a needle.
"Are you in such a hurry to find death?"
After finishing talking about Yang Fan's eternal kaleidoscope, the pattern of writing wheel eyes turned rapidly.
"not good!"
Qin Hongtao yelled and hurriedly drew back.
"Retire now, don't you think it's too late?"
The Tai Chi patterns in Yang Fan's eyes turned rapidly, aiming at Qin Hongtao.
Fanghua! ! !
Hum!
An invisible wave that could not be detected by the naked eye and divine sense centered on Yang Fan and rushed towards Qin Hongtao.
The moment that invisible force touched Qin Hongtao, it instantly formed a three-meter-long cube and enveloped him. In the three-meter-long cube, time gradually retreated to three seconds ago.
Thus, in the incredible gaze of the senior elder of the Sacred Blade Gate, Qin Hongtao's figure continued to regress, while Yang Fan sneered at him, and the Bloody Soul Reaper was placed on his retreat path.
Qin Hongtao showed horror on his face. This was the first time he felt the fragility of life and life since he became a strong man in the Mahayana period. He watched him crash into the edge of the knife, but he was helpless.