Twin martial arts

The onlookers watched Tianjiao's eyes twitch, watching the 'mountain' of human heads piling up on the ground, their hearts trembled. These two people are really too strong, and they can kill the old Lin killer like a dog.

In the past, when Bulao Lin dispatched killers, he would never return empty-handed, and would bring back the head of the target. He was a god of death walking in the human world, a rakshasa who killed people, and an emissary of ecstasy. As long as he was targeted by them, it usually meant a future. Dim, life is counting down, but now?

They were being tortured and killed by Lin Fan and Wu Jian. They had already seen that these killers wanted to retreat, knew that there was nothing to do, and wanted to break out.

But it was useless, there was a golden grid covering this space, forming some kind of unique cage, locking them inside, and they could only fight with Lin Fan.

"boom!"

With a halberd, Lin Fan smashed a killer who couldn't dodge into a pulp, and punched the short executioner who was close to him. His eyes were bright, and his body was covered in blood. Of course, it was the blood of his opponent, and he was not injured.

"Shh!"

The killer who was forced to fly by him flew back, but Wujian seized the opportunity and killed him completely with one sword.

"the last one!"

Lin Fan slapped the sky above his head, lightning and others poured out, flooding a space, forcing out a killer with a tomahawk.

"kill!"

Lin Fan attacked and killed him. He had calculated that he was equal to the head that was cut off without a sword. If he wanted to win, he had to cut off the last head with his own hands.

He raised his eyebrows without a sword, and he also had the same feeling as Lin Fan. If he wanted to win, he needed to fight for the last head.

"Keng!"

He slashed with the long sword in his hand, and there was a strong cyan light that slashed towards the neck of the man with the battle axe, wanting to cut off his head with one blow.

"boom!"

Lin Fan punched out, knocking the sword light away, and he went forward to attack and kill. The halberd seemed to be alive in his hands, buzzing like a black dragon.

"Bull me too much!"

The Tomahawk Killer roared, he is the same age as Lin Fan, and he is also a peerless sweetheart. In the past, beheading opponents would never cause accidents, bring people despair, etc. He likes to watch the tragic situation of his opponents before they die and Howl.

But now?

These two people regarded him as prey, and they were actually fighting to see who would cut off his head first, making him mad with hatred, the battle ax in his hand glowed blood-red, and they confronted Lin Fan head-on.

The others have become numb. For the first time in their lives, they mourn a notorious and vicious killer. They feel that they are too unlucky. They can take the head of others with a smile, but now they are regarded as a bet. It is too suffocating. Bend.

"Brother Wujian, this head belongs to me, and you can buy this wine."

Lin Fan said with a smile, chopping with the long halberd in his hand, smashing the last killer and spurting blood.

Wu Jian glanced at Lin Fan, feeling very competitive. The long sword in his hand suddenly cut through the space, blocking the halberd that was about to cut off the killer's head, and attacked himself.

He raised his right hand, formed a sword shape, and slashed down suddenly. A sharp sword light appeared, about to cut off the killer's head.

Lin Fan blasted the sword glow with one punch: "I will take this man's life."

The two of them regard the killer as nothing, and indirectly use the killer as a medium to fight in a different way.

"hey-hey"

The last killer looked at the heads of his companions piled up like two hills, and laughed somewhere: "Do you think you have won?"

"Let me tell you, I'm the last one waiting in the Forest of Immortality. There are god-level figures who have not been dispatched. Maybe next time, one or two people will appear and kill you."

Lin Fan sneered and didn't care: "I'll wait."

Wujian is more direct, swinging the sword in his hand, and using murderous aura to represent his answer. "Want my head?"

This killer is full of courage, knowing that he can't go, he would rather kill himself than be humiliated.

Both Lin Fan and Wujian changed their colors. They fought to cut off the killer's head. If he committed suicide successfully, what would the result be?

The two shot at the same time, the halberd and the battle sword landed on the killer's neck at the same time, the killer's head and neck were separated, and were carried by the halberd and the battle sword.

"How?"

Lin Fan raised his eyebrows and said.

"What do you say?"

No kendo.

The two looked at each other, and within a short period of time, there was a feeling that they hated seeing each other late. The two of them had the same temperament and the same temper, and felt that the other party was very appetizing.

"Isn't it just a tie?"

At this time, only one person dared to speak, and that was Lin Leyao. She glanced at these two extremely outstanding men, and she was really speechless. What's the point of fighting?But it is murder, bloody.

"No, if there is a tie, who will buy this drink?"

Lin Fan refused.

Wu Jian also nodded, agreeing with Lin Fan's statement.

"I ask, is that okay?"

Lin Leyao was really speechless.

Lin Fan nodded: "Your sister-in-law invites you to drink, will you go?"

Wu Jian snorted coldly: "Sister-in-law? How old are you?"

"I'm a little over 16."

Lin Fandao.

"I'm already eighteen, so I need to be called younger siblings."

Wujian retorted.

Then the two looked at each other and laughed at the same time. In just a short moment, the two amazing men both had the feeling that they would die for their confidants.

"happy!"

"It's really fun!"

Lin Fan and Wu Jian looked at each other and laughed again.

"Go, go drink."

Lin Fan waved his hand and said to Chen Xuandong and Li Guang.

Wujian inserted Shenfeng back, and walked out together behind Lin Fan.

"You two are going to leave before the Qingyun banquet is held?"

The five of them bumped into the big man who was walking in.

And the one who spoke was Xiaoyao Wang whom Lin Fan had met once.

Wu Jian raised his eyebrows and glanced at him: "If that woman doesn't come, this Qingyun feast is meaningless."

The expression on Xiaoyao Wang's face froze, what does this mean?

You know, his son is also ranked third. Could it be that this kind of talent can't even catch the swordsman's eyes?

"What about you?"

He looked at Lin Fan and asked.

Lin Fan glanced at Xiao Yao, then looked at Xue Qianrou: "It's boring, I'm very taboo to drink with someone who is destined to die tomorrow."

Lin Fan made no secret of his murderous intentions, and bluntly said that he would kill Xue Qianrou tomorrow.

"Hehe, Lin Fan, you are too arrogant."

A young man behind Mo Lao spoke. He was dressed in black standard clothes, which was consistent with today's Mo Lao. He should be a disciple belonging to the same holy place.

"who are you?"

Lin Fan asked.

"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that you can't touch this woman."

The boy laughed.

Lin Fan sneered and didn't reply directly.

"I advise you not to touch her, otherwise you will not be able to bear the anger of some people."

The boy spoke again.

Wujian took a step forward: "Are you threatening my brother?"

"Threats? Nonexistent."

The young man faced Wujian directly.

Lin Fan patted Wujian's shoulder and forced him forward: "If you want to stand up for her, I'm afraid you won't be able to do what you want."

"Lin Fan, you are too much."

A 20-year-old man behind Elder Du frowned slightly, and said: "I think you should enter my Dayan Holy Land, but you need to change your hard-edged style, otherwise there will be a catastrophe."

After the young man finished speaking, he looked at the young man who had just spoken, and said, "Don't be as knowledgeable as him."