Chapter 286. Hot blood

Ziyan stood in place in a daze, trembling in her heart. Looking at the swordsman in front of her who forgot to die and fought for his stupid faith, she knew for the first time that in addition to her brother, there was such an excellent man in the world.

"It's just a hero. Even if you foolishly protect others and sympathize with the weak, no one will thank you, let alone help you when you are about to die." The man in a cloak sneered and said that as soon as the momentum on his body was released, a pressure belonging to stepping on the sky burst out. As Ziyan said, it was definitely not the existence that Ye Fan could fight against now.

What is dramatic is that when he finished this sentence, there were bursts of roars in the distance.

"Who says no, I am!"

"Me too!"

"Me too!"

......

A group of young students, with their own weapons, came from afar with a serious look.

Walking in the front was a teenager in a red scarf and a boy who could not be more ordinary.

"My benefactor, I'm coming." The red scarf teenager smiled.

"You... You... Why are you here?" Ye Fan's pupils dilated slightly and said in surprise.

"Someone told us that you will be in trouble these days." The ordinary-so-changed boy laughed.

"This guy... Oh, it's really nosy." Ye Fan smiled and meditated in his heart. Who else can there be besides Jun Wunian?

However, to everyone's surprise, Ye Fan did not admit it, but looked at them indifferently and said coldly:

"You are wrong. I'm not your benefactor."

"Don't admit it. He told us it was you a long time ago, and said that you would definitely not admit it, because he didn't want us to get involved and die in vain." The red scarf teenager straightened the scarf on his body and said solemnly. Just stuffed Ye Fan's words back.

"When we need help most, the benefactor is here. When the benefactor lives and dies, if we turn a blind eye, I can't do it!" A man stood up and said a little excitedly.

"I can't do it either." Another person stood up.

"You... Aren't you afraid of death?" Ye Fan's heart was full of warmth. He did nothing wrong. Although he foolishly carried out his beliefs, there must be someone who could understand him, understand him, and be willing to live and die with him. He has always thought so, and the truth is indeed true.

"I'm afraid, of course I'm afraid of death. My brother's big revenge has not been repaid. How can I die here? But if I turn a blind eye and retreat alone, I think my brother will be completely disappointed in my ungrateful brother." The red scarf teenager said lightly.

"I'm also afraid. Xiaoxiao is still waiting for me to go back. If I die, she will be very sad. But... But I don't want this kind of happiness and stability. I definitely don't want it. I believe that Xiaoxiao will understand my behavior. The ordinary-faced teenager's face was filled with a warm smile.

Looking at this group of lovely people, a long-lost feeling surged in Ye Fan's heart. A thing called hot blood burned in his body and galloped all over his body.

"Even if there are a group of people who die." The man in the cloak turned pale, and what he just said seemed to be slapping himself in the face, which made him angry.

"Criminal." The cloaked man's knife flashed, and a huge ancient prison shadow appeared on his head. In the prison, there were countless terrible-appearing ghosts, some lacking hands and feet, some without heads, and some with their whole bodies cracked. Some ghosts grabbed their faces crazily, pulled off pieces of "flesh and blood", and some grabbed the prison railings and screamed hysterically.

"See, do you hear? Are you? These are all strong people who were killed by me before. The resentment after death is imprisoned by me. I have been tortured for life. Be afraid of me, be afraid of me!" He cruelly put out his tongue and licked the knife.

"You can't be on the table." Ye Fan's eyes were cold, soaring into the sky, holding the dragon scale sword in his hand, the five mysteries behind him appeared, the light emerged, and the whole sky seemed to have turned into a cosmic starry sky.

"Help the benefactor." A group of teenagers below raised their weapons and made offensive postures.

"It's just ants. I've suppressed them all!" The man in the cloak also rose into the air, and the huge prison shadow went down with a strong momentum.

"Your opponent is me." Ye Fan's figure flashed and came to the sky of the teenagers. He held the dragon scale sword in his right hand, took the false shadow of Aoyi, and stabbed the sky angrily.

Aoyi collided, blooming with dazzling light, sun, moon, stars, wind, thunder and lightning. Although it was extremely powerful, when the huge prison shadow was installed, most of it melted almost in an instant. Ye Fan's strength has improved a lot, but for the martial artists who stepped on the sky, it still seemed to be insufficient.

This is the gap in the realm. The martial artists who can reach the realm of heaven, which one has not experienced all kinds of hardships and finally achieved a hegemon, how can their martial arts be underestimated?

"Hss."

I saw a trace of black virtual shadow wrapped around Ye Fan's right hand, turning into pieces of white bones deeply into Ye Fan's flesh and blood.

The pain in his heart rose from the depths of his heart, almost drowning his mind, and his ears were full of those sad and terrible screams of resentment. Ye Fan's face was slightly distorted. If it were an ordinary person, he would have screamed long ago, and he would even die of pain.

"This feels very good. This is the different pain brought by all kinds of tortures in the world. It is the pain of ten thousand tortures that affect you at the same time. Enjoy all this." The cloaked man stood in the void, and behind him was the huge black prison shadow, even the sun was covered.

The white bone is still spreading downward. The more places are surrounded by the white bone, the more the pain increases exponentially. Ye Fan's forehead was full of cold sweat, which hurt so much with his amazing endurance. You can imagine how terrible torture he is now.

"Ye Fan." The corners of Ziyan's eyes flashed with tears, and her hands clenched. A green breath spread from her hand and floated towards the sky. Finally, she surrounded Ye Fan and turned into a cool breath to relieve his pain.

"Fight!" The teenagers below saw their benefactors protecting them, enduring great pain, and their eyes turned red.

I saw all kinds of light bombarding towards the cloak man, but it was easily stopped.

"It's useless, you ants, when I deal with him, I will deal with you again. I will put you all in the prison of sin and torture you forever."

The white bone has surrounded Ye Fan's whole body, leaving only his head and left hand.

Ye Fan finally couldn't help humming.

Looking at Ye Fan's painful appearance, the cloaked man smiled and said, "Pain, scream, what a pleasant voice. Nothing in the world can be more delicious than human pain."

Suddenly, the laughter stopped abruptly, and the cloaked man looked at Ye Fan incredibly.

Ye Fan grabbed the white bone with his left hand and pulled the white bone out little by little. The pain was even ten times stronger than just now!

"What's the pain? I've been used to pain and sadness for a long time." Ye Fan clenched his teeth tightly and pulled out the white bones one by one. Every white bone was pulled out with flesh and blood. Even so, he was still pulling out.

"The benefactor!" The teenagers' eyes were red, and they looked at the cloaked man, full of strong murderous intent.

"Ye Fan." Ziyan could hardly bear to watch it.

"How many nights, my ears are still echoing the roar of them dying for me generously." Ye Fan's eyes were red, and he violently pulled out a bone spur from his flesh and blood.

"I've had enough. My brother died for me, my wife slept for me, and my teacher sacrificed for me. I should have died long ago, but I can't die. I want to live well, for them, for my faith."

"Terrible will, in my life, you are the most terrible person I have ever seen. This will, even I feel a little afraid. However, it's a pity that the will is the will after all and cannot be turned into reality. The cloaked man said lightly.

"The wronged soul, get out of prison, tear his flesh and blood, devour his soul, and you will be free."

"Wo!"

I saw countless ghosts pouring out of the shadow of the prison, and a piece of darkness was overwhelming.

"Ye Fan!" Ziyan screamed, covering her eyes with her hands, and she couldn't bear to see the next tragic situation.

"Senior, why don't you do it!" The red scarf teenager was in a hurry and shouted loudly.