It seemed like a sharp weapon penetrated the ice slag, causing her thunder attacks to be destroyed.

Ye Fan went forward and grabbed another attack, and Zhuo Yiyi's offensive stopped instantly.

Ye Fan's fingers were getting more and more aggressive again.

Zhuo Yiyi, holding the short sword, then retreated.

My intuition told her that if she did not retreat, her chest would be scratched by Ye Fan.

Ye Fan was gentle and elegant, without any murderous aura, but his moves were strange and light, and his moves were extremely fast.

He just caught it once, changed three times, and turned the danger around.

Then Ye Fan stepped forward three meters and continued to force Zhuo Yiyi from the rest of his claws.

Zhuo Yiyi waved her dagger.

She used three swords in one breath, but every time the sword light was extinguished by Ye Fan before it even burst.

She also took eight steps backwards, but she could not shake Ye Fan's hand off.

Zhuo Yiyi had no choice but to cut the sword across and cut Ye Fan's wrist.

"Swoosh!"

But when her sword light rose again, Ye Fandu also soared a lot.

Ye Fan stretched his arm and walked around the broken sword with his palm, which had already slapped Zhuo Yiyi's chest.

Snatch it suddenly.

There was no dazzling wound or blood splattering.

Zhuo Yiyi also stopped where she was, without shouting or struggling.

But suddenly, it was like an empty snakeskin bag, losing its energy.

Her heart was pinched by Ye Fan.

Zhuo Yiyi's eyes were full of depression, anger, but more of despair.

Ye Fan said indifferently: "You lost again!"

Lost again!

Lost again!

How strong is this kid?

The four great guardians, the six great geniuses, and the eight great tutors were silent again.

The flying knife cannot escape, and even one hand cannot escape. It is too perverted.

Everyone has no disdain or anger towards Ye Fan, only awe, only absolute surrender to the strong.

They knew that the Wucheng Martial Arts Alliance would be replaced starting today.

"Agree, or not?"

Ye Fan stared at Zhuo Yiyi and said lightly: "If you don't agree, I can give you another chance!"

For Ye Fan, Zhuo Yiyi's skills were almost the same as those who did not use the dragon-slaying technique.

So Zhuo Yiyi, who had penetrated her two shoulder blades in advance, would definitely lose a hundred more battles.

Faced with Ye Fan's pressure, Feng Qingyundan's appearance, and the hand in his heart, Zhuo Yiyi touched the corners of her mouth a few times.

Then, she sighed quietly and knelt down with a plop.

Zhuo Yiyi spoke to Ye Fan: "Zhuo Yiyi admits defeat, from now on, I will be yours."

"Just give up!"

Ye Fan helped Zhuo Yiyi up, then scanned the four guardians and the others: "Are you convinced?"

The four great guardians and eight great teachers all bowed their heads: "Submit!"
Chapter completed!