Wu Po Jiuxiao

Even Ye Fantian didn't notice that when he performed this move, there was a mysterious fluctuation in the cross-sword-like imprint between his eyebrows, and then it merged into his move.

"die……"

The categorical word contains Ye Fantian's firm belief. There is not much hatred between him and Chang Yunian, but the other party has repeatedly murdered him, and wants to assassinate him more than once, even Dafeng. The great martial arts masters of the dynasty have all bought them. If it wasn't for the Nether Ring, if it wasn't for the Nether Ring being a mutated Void Soldier, if it wasn't for its function of releasing true qi threads, under all kinds of coincidences, How could I survive, so in Ye Fantian's heart, this Chang Yunian must die!

laugh……

After a stern rubbing sound, an infinite amount of blood suddenly appeared on the long spear, and thousands of spears quickly shuttled across Chang Yunian's body, and the latter's face On the other hand, he showed a look of endless pain.

Snapped!hum! !

After the Liuxue gun was withdrawn suddenly, Chang Yuenian's face had gradually turned pale, and his body had started to flow down like mud at this time, Each of those thousands of spears is enough to break mountains and break rocks, let alone his flesh and blood body.

"Ye Fantian... you will... regret it!"

A clear trace of blood slowly parted from between his brows, and Chang Yunian also uttered his last words in this world.

"When I do things, I never know the word regret."

At this moment, Luo Ting's cold voice came out:

"Boy, you dare to kill him in front of me!"

Ye Fantian turned his face away coldly, and then said disdainfully:

"So what if you kill him? Aren't you always here?"