"boom------"

The iron fist smashed over and the opponent exploded into a cloud of smoke.

"Substitute technique!" someone exclaimed.

"brush!"

Yu Lingyao spun around and landed on the ground from a distance, with his legs spread out in a figure eight, one hand on the ground, and sneered: "This is the disciple of the Wangu Sect who won the Dragon and Tiger Championship, but it's just..."

"boom!"

Before he finished speaking, his whole face was suddenly hit by a fist flying from the side, and then flew out in a flashy manner just like the movement technique he had just used.

"tread!"

Ye Xingchen appeared at the spot where the opponent fell, and his right hand suddenly reached out, grabbed the opponent's ankle directly, and smashed it to the ground with a bang.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Yu Lingyao was blasted from left to right like a rope. Because the stone slab had been blessed, it was not damaged at all.

"..."

The corners of the warriors' mouths twitched.

Ye Xingchen's scene of dragging others by their feet and blasting them from left to right, and from right to left, had happened before in Dragon Tiger, and now that I've seen it again, it's still so brutal!

"good chance!"

While Yu Lingyao was being tortured crazily, Xiang Ange quietly walked around to the side, a spear suddenly appeared in his hand, and then he gathered powerful spiritual energy and stabbed him from behind.

"Rubbish!"

Ye Xingchen suddenly raised his hand, condensed a barrier in his palm, and instantly held the head of the gun.

Xiang Ange, who was blocked, raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, then turned his palm to pull out a thin sword from the handle of the gun, and stabbed it at a tricky angle.

“Puchchi——————”

Blood splatters.

When everyone caught up with the rhythm of the fight, they saw Xiang Ange standing on the spot with his sword in hand, but his head had already flown out.

Ye Xingchen didn't know when he was holding the True Yang Sword in his hand, and a drop of blood gathered on the blade. Leng Sen said: "I will not make the same mistake in this life."

"Plop!"

"Plop!"

The head fell to the ground and the body collapsed.

"The direct disciple of the Temple of Killing...was killed!"

It's normal to die in life-and-death battles without rules, but for a third-rate sect's direct disciple to be so cold, it's still a huge shock!

"Bang!"

Ye Xingchen suddenly raised his sword and cut off Yu Lingyao's right palm.

And the vicious hidden weapon that was originally held at the tip of his finger, ready to be triggered at any time, suddenly rolled down.

"remember."

"Change your name in the next life."

“Puchchi——————————”

The True Yang Sword flashed with light, penetrated directly from Yu Lingyao's back, and penetrated his heart.

The blow came quickly and went straight to the vital point, so the opponent did not feel too much pain and lost consciousness.

In an irregular life-and-death battle, Yu Lingyao could use a hundred ways to kill Ye Xingchen, but Ye Xingchen only had one way to finish him off.

"Announce it."
Chapter completed!