Chapter 165 Out

"Ting Yu, do you really want to start for this boy?"

Ye Haoyu was a little angry. Although Duan Fan was Ting Yu's person, in public, Ting Yu stepped forward for Duan Fan, which made Ye Haoyu feel very unhappy.

Ye Haoyu is the first generation of the young generation of Kuntong Mountain, and even ranks among the young generation in the whole Eastern Huangzhou.

Ye Haoyu is also a human and likes beauty, and Ting Yu is nothing more than the best candidate in his heart. He has strong self-confidence. He believes that a beautiful woman like Tingyu will one day put down her dignity and choose to follow her.

So Ye Haoyu has always tolerated Ting Yu, Mo Shang and others to stand against each other.

In fact, Ye Haoyu did not pay attention to the power of Ting Yu and others all the time. As long as he wanted to, he could destroy the power of Ting Yu and others by waving his hand.

It's just that he didn't do that. It's all because he wants to conquer Tingyu with a strong aura and personal charm.

It's just... What happened that Ye Haoyu didn't want to happen the most. Ting Yu actually stood up for a hairy boy. How could he stand it?

Hearing this, Ting Yu didn't make trouble, just smiled slightly. Brother Ye laughed. Since Brother Ye can come up for his own people, Duan Fan is a subordinate of Tingyu. If Duan Fan is in trouble, Ting Yu should take the lead for Duan Fan.

"Well, after talking so much nonsense, don't you just like this boy's potential?"

Ye Haoyu's face became cold and abnormal, and he locked Duan Fan and said disdainfully, "I tell you, no matter how talented a person is, he is not a genius when he doesn't grow up."

After a pause, a pair of sharp eyes looked at Tingyu again. Today, I'm going to kill the genius you think is in the bud and let you know who the real genius is!"

After saying that, Ye Haoyu did not stop. Zhenyuan poured into the imperial sword in his hand and suddenly killed Duan Fan fiercely.

Huangtian Sword is a low-grade Taoist weapon obtained by Ye Haoyu's previous chance. Although its grade is only the low-grade Taoist weapon level, the materials used to refine Huangtian Sword are all top-level. There are even some materials for refining spiritual soldiers, which are also integrated into them.

In this way, although the grade of Huangtian Sword is not very high, its power is definitely no less than that of ordinary high-quality Taoist weapons. If Ye Haoyu can exert the full power of the imperial sword, it is not a problem to fight against the enemy with ordinary dragon masters.

In this way, the power of the Emperor's Sword can come out.

Ye Haoyu's sword was cut down with all his strength. It was fast and came to Duan Fan almost in the blink of an eye. The surrounding space emitted a ripple-like turbulence, and the space seemed to be smashed by the emperor's sword.

"Hey, Kuntong Mountain finally came out with two amazing geniuses, but they killed each other!"

Some elders of Kuntong Mountain around sighed in their hearts. They also knew that Duan Fan would be killed by Ye Haoyu's sword at the next moment. At the same time, they couldn't bear it, but at the same time, they were a little inexplicably happy.

"Haha, Duan Fan is a little bastard, die, haha!"

In a corner of the crowd, Elder Qin and Elder Cui were still lying on the ground with ferocious faces and looked at Duan Fan's eyes full of resentment and hatred.

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"Ye Haoyu, even if I die, I will pull your back."

Duan Fan was also angry. At this time, it was time to survive. He would not hesitate at all and take out his last strength to prepare to fight with Ye Haoyu to the end.

The sixth seal of Heaven's big hand! Punch out in an instant.

At the same time, he poured all the last Zhenyuan of his body on the Zhongpin Taoist weapon in his hand, shouted, and rushed to Ye Haoyu.

Puff!

It's just that Ye Haoyu's blow is so strong! The sixth seal of Cangtian's big seal only slightly resisted Ye Haoyu's blink of an eye. After a blink of an eye, Ye Haoyu's imperial sword came.

A sword flies the Zhongpin Taoist weapon in Duan Fan's hand, and the remnants of the emperor's sword penetrated Duan Fan's body.

Duan Fan's body was like a broken kite, flying back hundreds of meters away. Blood fluttered in the air, and the blood rain fell, which looked strange and abnormal.

Quiet, the scene is as quiet as death.

Everyone present quietly looked at Duan Fan lying on the ground and faced it silently.

Although Duan Fan looked dead at this time, there was still a weak breath of life. Obviously, Ye Haoyu's blow did not kill Duan Fan.

"Well, I'm not dead yet, so I'll give you another ride!"

Ye Haoyu felt that this mortal life was really too cheap. Not to mention the previous battle with Duan Fan, the sword just now alone was not the general ninth-level person who could follow.

And Duan Fan is only the second order of the fateful world. In principle, Duan Fan has already died.

It's just that Duan Fan is not dead, and Ye Haoyu feels very strange.

However, Ye Haoyu doesn't think so much. Cutting grass and rooting is the most important thing. Now he has to take action again to kill Duan Fan.

It's just that although Ye Haoyu's movements are fast, Ting Yu's speed is still faster.

I don't know when Ting Yu had come to Duan Fan's front, quickly took out a large amount of healing elixir from his body and took it to Duan Fan.

At this time, Ting Yu's face was full of worry, and the warm smile at the corners of his mouth also disappeared and turned into solemnity.

"Let's get out of the way!"

Ye Haoyu stood high in the sky, looked down at Ting Yu and Duan Fan with a condescending posture, and said coldly.

"Hmm, Ye Haoyu, that's enough, don't force me!" Ting Yu's eyes were cold and he looked at Ye Haoyu without hesitation.

"Do you think you have the right to force me?"

Ye Haoyu's eyes flashed with disdain. Although Ting Yu's cultivation is the seventh level of life, it is not difficult for Ye Haoyu to kill Ting Yu.

Ting Yu maintained Duan Fan again and again, which made Ye Haoyu, who had been uncomfortable, even more angry.

His patience is limited. If Ting Yu is still willing to maintain Duan Fan, he doesn't mind killing Ting Yu.

The world lacks everything, but there is no shortage of beautiful women. He believes that as long as he waved at will, countless beautiful women will throw themselves into his arms, and he doesn't have to let Ting Yu take the initiative to embrace.

"You..."

Ting Yu gritted his teeth and slowly stood up. Somehow, a drop of water like a gem appeared in his hand.

This is Ting Yu's magic weapon, called the rain curtain water curtain, which is extremely powerful.

Generally, people who know Ting Yu know that Ting Yu almost never reveals his own magic weapon in front of people. As long as Ting Yu shows his magic weapon, it means that Ting Yu has a desperate plan.

"Okay, okay, very good."

Ye Haoyu's whole body was full of cold, and the murderous air emanated out. The air was bulging, and the surrounding temperature seemed to have suddenly dropped by more than ten degrees, and it became extremely cold.

Slowly, Ye Haoyu has raised the imperial sword in his hand and pointed to the frosty Tingyu. Since you defend this ant like this, you can die with him!"

While talking, Ye Haoyu was about to attack Ting Yu.

However, at the same time, a cold man in black appeared beside Ting Yu.

As soon as the black-robed man appeared, the scene was filled with a kind of murderous murderous spirit. This murderous spirit was different from Ye Haoyu. The murderous spirit emitted by the black-robed man was completely murderous spirit caused by too much killing, and Ye Haoyu was just a murderous spirit emitted purely for the purpose of killing.

This person is none other than Mo Shang, who is as famous as Ting Yu.

Mo Shang stood beside Ting Yu, his whole body exuded momentum and attacked Ye Haoyu overwhelmingly, and there was a balance in the field for a while.

Mo Shang didn't look at Ting Yu and smiled at Ye Haoyu and said, "Haha, Ye Haoyu, the three of us haven't fought for a long time. Why don't the three of us have another competition today?"

Ye Haoyu's face was gloomy, but at this time it was as black as ink. "Well, since you're going to die, I'll give you a ride!"

Although Mo Shang joined at this time, Mo Shang usually looked very indifferent and powerful, but Ye Haoyu was confident that there was no problem killing Mo Shang.

"Brother Ye laughed. I'm not talented, but I'm still confident that I have some small skills. I really don't believe that Sister Tingyu and I join hands. You can easily beat us."

Mo Shang smiled faintly, as if he didn't mean to take action for a while.

"Ha, Mo Shang, you really sit in the well and watch the sky. Do you think I'm afraid of you if I didn't kill you before?" Ye Haoyu's eyes are cold. Let me tell you, I didn't kill you before because you two didn't deserve me at all. If I want to kill you two and just wave your hands, how capable do you think you are?

"Hmm!"

Mo Shang snorted coldly and wanted to refute, but was stopped by Ting Yu with his eyes.

Mo Shang didn't know why, but soon, his face became complicated and he quietly looked at the position in front of him.

Similarly, Ye Haoyu seemed to feel something. Suddenly, he turned around and saw a middle-aged man in white and elegant temperament slowly flying this way.

This elegant middle-aged man does not look fast, but in just a moment, the middle-aged has come to everyone's forehead, giving people a great sense of visual difference.

"Dream Master!"

Wu Shanqing was the first to react, quickly flew to Meng Hongchen and saluted respectfully.

"Dream Master!"

When the rest of the people saw this, they also came forward to salute Meng Hongchen, and even Ting Yu and Mo Shang were not listed.

Among so many people, only Ye Haoyu is still standing there motionless, and even the expression on his face has not changed, and he is still arrogant and arrogant.

Meng Hongchen waved his hand and motioned everyone to retreat for the time being. Then he looked at Duan Fan, who was lying motionless on the ground. His eyes flashed, but there was a strong shock in the depths of his eyes.