Lin Fanxue Qianrou

Prince Yi's parents and sons were killed, and everyone thought it would be the beginning of civil strife in Daxia, but in the end, Prince Yi's residence unexpectedly compromised and settled the matter with three decisive battles of Tianjiao.

Of course, everyone knew that the so-called compromise was just another statement of King Yi, that he did not want to have a real quarrel with the royal family for the time being.

For the revenge of killing his son, King Yi must avenge it, and the three Tianjiao from Prince Yi's mansion are King Yi's attitude.

No one thinks that Lin Fan and others from the Xiaoyao Palace can survive the monsters of the Yiwang Palace headed by Dongfang Yi; this is not a contempt, but a fact.

As the strongest palace in the Great Xia Kingdom, Prince Yi's Mansion has a territory that is countless times larger than that of Prince Xiaoyao's. The quality of Tianjiao in its jurisdiction is many times stronger than that of Prince Xiaoyao's.

Whether it is martial arts, kung fu, etc., it is not comparable to Xiaoyao Wangfu. This is the difference in background and has nothing to do with other things.

And today is the day of the decisive battle.

"Brother Wujian, be careful." Li Guang looked at Wujian who was walking into the ring, his tone slightly low.

Chen Xuandong was also full of worry. All the news sent by the nine princesses to the first class of Dongfang yesterday, they all knew the opponent's defying nature, and their achievements were really scary.

Wu Jian nodded slightly, and continued to move forward. In front of him was a high arena, and above the arena, there was someone waiting, and this person was his opponent this time—Tie Jian!

Lin Fan looked serious, this iron sword is really extraordinary, just simply standing in the ring, it also gives people a sense of sharpness, making people feel stinging all over.

"Keng!"

Wujian stepped into the arena, the sharp edge on his back trembled slightly, and he jumped into Wujian's hands autonomously, his ears ringing.

"You are not bad, you should be able to block my ten sword strikes." Tie Jian chuckled, then stretched out a hand, and bent the rest of his fingers, leaving only the middle finger to gently hook Wujian.

Long uproar, what kind of contempt is this?

The people in Prince Yi's Mansion applauded and cheered loudly, and the onlookers shouted excitedly.

There was a cold light in Lin Fan's eyes, this iron sword was really arrogant, but if he really dared to underestimate Wujian, he might suffer a big loss.

"Hurry up, or you won't have a chance." Tie Jian sneered.

"die!"

Wujian roared coldly, and then he drew out his sword.

I saw him lightly swaying the sharp edge, and countless sword lights appeared, converging into a river of silver and white swords like a sword dragon, roaring towards the iron sword.

"Xiao Daoer." Tie Jian sneered, and a golden long sword appeared. It was his soldier, who drank the blood of Tianjiao.

"Fuck!"

The golden long sword appeared, and the iron sword became more powerful. He raised the long sword with one hand, and slashed down fiercely. A beam of sword light swiftly slashed out, smashing the silver-white sword dragon into pieces, turning into silver light and splashing everywhere.

Those who supported Iron Sword were even more crazy. Wujian's extraordinary blow was easily smashed by his idol, which made them excited.

Lin Fan sneered, it seemed that everyone underestimated them.

"Lin Fan?" Footsteps sounded with whispers, Lin Fan raised his head, and saw a few teenagers walking towards them.

"You are?" Lin Fan asked.

"Wang Po." The young man at the head was outstanding, with a kind of arrogance from the bottom of his heart that made people dare not underestimate him.

"Dongfangyi." A young man smiled, revealing his name.

Chen Xuandong and Li Guang frowned slightly, standing behind Lin Fan, confronting these young men.

"Two useless skeletons, how dare you confront us?" Wang Po snorted coldly, pointing at Li Guang and Chen Xuandong.

Lin Fan raised his eyebrows and scolded coldly: "You can't wait to come to die?"

"hehe"

Wang Po chuckled: "I want you to commit suicide quickly, or you can leave a whole body, but now it seems that you don't seem to appreciate it."

"Depending on you?" Lin Fan sneered.

Wang Po shook his head: "Perhaps the slight victories in barbarian lands like Xiaoyao Palace made you too self-righteous."

Chen Xuandong and Li Guang glared at them, these people were too arrogant, they just came in front of them in front of thousands of people, Chi Guoguo's provocation and insult.

"Actually, I'm really not interested in the so-called arrogances in small places like your Xiaoyaowang's Mansion. It's just that you have provoked King Yi so desperately, so"

Wang Po paused for a while while speaking, and then two cold lights shot out from his eyes, and then said: "You all go to die."

The two cold lights became real, making people dare not look directly at them. Li Guang and Chen Xuandong simultaneously uttered short screams, their eye sockets bleeding.

Murderous intent flashed in Lin Fan's eyes, and a few strands of golden lightning appeared out of nowhere, and the few Tianjiao who followed Dongfangyi immediately groaned miserably, backed up again and again, bleeding from the corners of their mouths.

Wang Po's pupils narrowed slightly, and then he smiled again: "It's kind of interesting, it's more interesting when you're beheaded like this."

After finishing speaking, Wang Po turned around and left, and a word came from afar: "Treasure the few time you have."

Li Guang said angrily, "How arrogant!"

Chen Xuandong's eyes were also flickering with coldness. Just now Dongfang and the others came all the way to them, attracting everyone's attention, but now they walked away in a swaggering manner. He seemed to have seen countless onlookers mocking them contemptuously.

Some people even talked unabashedly about how many tricks Lin Fan could survive in Wang Po's hands.

But Chen Xuandong clearly heard that the highest hope was that Lin Fan would be beheaded if he could resist ten moves from Wang Po's hands.

"Be quiet." Lin Fan sneered, how could he not hear the words that Chen Xuandong could hear?

How can he let these people get what they want if they are all underestimating him!

"Shenhuang, did the nine princesses really marry Lin Fan?" King Yi and His Majesty the Shenhuang watched from the side.

There was no one else within a hundred meters of them, so King Yi no longer concealed it, showing no respect to the Emperor.

The Emperor of God glanced at King Yi, but did not speak.

"It would be best if there is no one. If there is, the Ninth Princess will be a widow." King Yi sneered.

"You want to die?" His Majesty the God Emperor said angrily.

King Yi cast a mocking glance at His Majesty the Divine Emperor. The two of them had almost the same level of cultivation, and his Palace of King Yi was not much weaker than the royal family, which was why he dared to be arrogant.

In the arena, the two without swords fought frantically.

The ten swords in Tie Jian's mouth have already surpassed, and now the two have reached the limit of a hundred moves. There are three hideous bloodstains on Wu Jian's chest, and the muscles are all rolled up; and Tie Jian is not easy, there is a sword mark on his thigh , looking at the traces of the wound, it was only a little bit close to taking off his leg.

At this point in the battle, even the loyal supporters of the iron sword were silent at the beginning, and the strength of Wujian smashed their arrogance to pieces.

"The last move, you must die!"

Tie Jian's face turned ashen. He never expected that the trash from this small place could really fight him with a hundred moves, but everything ended here.