Twin martial arts

"Are you here to die?" Yu Chitian sneered, these one-yuan disciples who came forward, in his opinion, were not enough to kill.

"Senior Sister Qingluan, we will fight side by side, and we will have no regrets in life or death." A one-yuan disciple shouted.

The same is true for the other Yiyuan disciples, they have no fear at all, and are willing to fight for Qingluan, even if they die, they have no complaints.

"boom!"

The battle broke out suddenly, and Yu Chiyun punched out, his body was shining with luster, it was the power of flesh god mixed with soul power, making the shadow of the fist even more fierce.

"boom!"

A Yiyuan disciple's chest was directly blasted, blood was splashed everywhere, and Yu Chiyun laughed loudly.

"kill!"

Qingluan is coquettish, her pure crystal eyes reveal a cold brilliance.

Qingfeng was lifted by her, surrounded by flames, she slashed with the sword, and the flames burned towards Yuchiyun.

"Haha is vulnerable!"

Yu Chiyun laughed, turned around and punched out again, the shadow of the fist rumbled, and with a bang, the flames that filled the sky were swallowed by the shadow of the fist.

At the same time, other people also came to kill them. Of course, the offensive did not concentrate on the two women, but slaughtered those one-yuan disciples.

The one-yuan disciples screamed and rushed forward, fighting for Qingluan, with blood in their hearts, they couldn't bear to see a woman being targeted by the heroes.

"Son of Qinglin, if this news gets out, how will you deal with it?" A disciple of the One Yuan Holy Land who had half of his body chopped off asked with his eyes wide open before he died.

"Haha, it's ridiculous, if the One Yuan Holy Land really chooses you as the swordsman, we will all risk our lives to turn back from the Holy Land."

Another Holy Land disciple roared.

Qinglin's face suddenly darkened, but he still didn't say anything, just sat and watched everyone being slaughtered.

Qingluan screamed sadly, these were fellow sects who fought for her, but in the end, four or five people were still killed or injured, and she hated that her cultivation base was too weak.

Wu Qingcheng's tactic continued to be typed out, and the mysterious and profound meanings filled the heaven and the earth, and they were killing everyone. In just an instant, many people were directly beheaded to death.

"Qing Lin, you are such a waste." She said murderously: "If it wasn't because he wanted to kill you himself, I would have wiped out your family."

Qinglin's face became serious again, he certainly knew who the "he" Wu Qingcheng was talking about, he sneered: "Unfortunately, he died."

"Haha, if Holy Son Lin Fan is here, who would dare to bully me?"

"If the holy son of Lin Fan is here, he will kill everyone with blood and shake my power!"

The one-yuan Holy Land disciples were fighting bloody battles, but they were very sad and angry. Now they suddenly remembered that the young man always fought alone, as if he would never fall down at any time, and won glory for the Holy Land time and time again.

Even when the entire Holy Land was in despair when it came to the new disciple challenge, he was still the one who came out alone and swept all the Holy Land.

Now, if the person standing in front of them is not Qing Lin, but Lin Fan, what will happen?

Those who dare to attack them will definitely fall in a pool of blood one by one, right?

"Lin Fan?" Qing Lin roared suddenly as if being stung, "Unfortunately, he is dead!"

"You're dead and I'm still alive!"

Suddenly there was a furious roar from the sky, and a figure surrounded by golden lightning fell from the sky like a golden meteor.

"Who!" Everyone's expressions changed drastically, this person is so strong!

There are at least a thousand feet between them, which makes everyone here feel suffocated, even the soul-refining experts.

"Your uncle!"

Lin Fan roared, his eyes flushed, and one by one the disciples of the One Yuan Holy Land fell into a pool of blood. According to his perception, three or four people had already died, and the rest were seriously injured. And they were just protecting the hot blood in their hearts. In order to protect his Lin Fan's woman, the murderous intent in his heart was overwhelming.

"kill!"

I don't want to say more, all the besiegers will die, and there will be no one left.

He fell suddenly like a meteorite, a big explosion occurred, and the sound waves rolled out. Many besieged were directly hit by the shock wave and flew backwards, vomiting blood.

"Lin Fan!"

"It's Lin Fan!"

"You are not dead!"

Many people yelled and looked at this figure with a heavy halberd in his hand and lightning jumping all over his body in disbelief.

Lin Fan didn't pay any attention at all, he turned his head and glanced at Qingluan whose face was full of tears, a hostility filled his heart: "Do you want to die if you want to touch my woman?"

Not much to say, just kill.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

The three halberds slashed and killed one after another, the golden soul power was like a pure gold liquid, exuding a dazzling brilliance, and a thunder pond appeared in midair, like an eternal sun, suppressing all directions.

The golden soul power surged, Lei Chi guarded the four directions and wiped out thousands of thunderbolts.

"Boom!"

Lightning exploded, but in an instant, all the people who came to attack Qingluan were swept away, at least seven or eight people died.

"kill!"

Lin Fan squeezed his fist and blasted forward without stopping, like a true god who only knows how to kill.

"boom!"

The fist print exploded, killing a group of people.

"Lin Fan, don't be aggressive, my brothers are not afraid of you!" Yu Chitian shouted.

He was really not afraid of Lin Fan, and he always thought that if he really confronted Lin Fan, he would be able to kill him.

"Brother, we are waiting for the battle of fame at this time, behead Lin Fan, stepping on his corpse to climb to the summit!" Yu Chiyun also roared.

Yu Chiyun and Yu Chitian have the same level of cultivation, both are at the Ninth Level of Condensation Yuan, and now their eyes are shining brightly. If they can kill Lin Fan to death, it will really be fame and fortune.

The two brothers roared at the same time, charging towards Lin Fan, their eyes full of longing, they wanted to use Lin Fan's bleeding head as a stepping stone.

"Everyone who came here from your prehistoric holy land, don't need to go out!"

Lin Fan grinned grimly. The two brothers were happy when they beheaded the Yiyuan disciple just now, like a cat playing with a mouse. They could obviously kill with one punch, but they didn't give it a quick blow. Die slowly in pain.

"You live through the present first!" Yu Chitian roared.

"die!!"

Lin Fan didn't want to tell them more, now he was just catching everyone by surprise, and wanted to kill everyone here before they woke up from the shock that he was not dead.

The fists of Yu and Zhou rumbled away, suppressing all directions. No matter how struggling and roaring Ren Yuchi brothers were, it was useless. In a pool of blood.

"cut!"

Lin Fan killed two people without stopping for a moment, he swung his heavy halberd again and again, while the crowd who besieged Qingluan screamed and ran away in fear, he directly chopped 20 people. So far, all the people who besieged Qingluan and Wu Qingcheng were all killed by him. One person was beheaded to death, and none remained.

But at this moment, from a distance, there was overwhelming coercion and murderous intent, accompanied by a roar: "Who dares to hurt my Princess Jiuhuang? The whole family will be wiped out!"

Lin Fan chuckled, calm down, it's all right!

The moment he found out that Qingluan and others were being besieged and killed, he sent the immortal to inform everyone in Jiuhuang that they are here now.

"Lin Fan." Qingluan Lihua was very strong and tough, but in front of Lin Fan, she was just a woman. Seeing the one-yuan disciples fell in a pool of blood because of her, the heartache was unbearable.

"It's okay." Lin Fan patted Qingluan's shoulder, then turned his head suddenly, looking at Qinglin with cold eyes: "You, are you?"