Vol 42 Chapter 4304: Horror Lin Fan

The third round of Huang Quan’s battle ended quickly, leaving only 25 people to advance.

Nie Tian looked at it. Among the twenty-five people, the weakest one was the swordsman who ignited the sound of the place when Huang Quanjian was "吟", and the powerful swordsman.

Among these people, there are four people who really let Nie Tian jealousy, the emperor and the animal husbandry, the young man, Huang Linfan, the last day, and the owner of Shen Jianshan, Tang Beiming.

These four people are all swordsmen with superb strength, especially the Doomsday and the Emperor. These two people are almost unfathomable.

In the holy land of Huangquan, the Doomsday 12 is even more terrible than the Emperor.

Twenty-five people played in two pairs, and the remaining one decided to draw lots and directly advanced to the next round.

Coincidentally, the person who directly advances to the next round is actually the last day.

"I don't know if this guy is lucky, or we all have good luck." Nie Tian exhaled a sigh of relief, and a heart burst into laughter.

The final promotion of the Doomsday 12 is probably the situation that everyone wants to see.

Because in the Holy Land of Huangquan, the last day of the 12th is almost unsolvable.

It is unceremonious to say that even the emperor does not want his opponent to be the last day.

After a while, the fourth round of combat began, and there were six battles at the same time.

Nie Tian is a spectator at this time, he will participate in the battle in the next six games.

At this time, a battle attracted Nie Tian's gaze, because both sides of the battle were very familiar to him, Yin Feng had no me and Lin Fan.

"One is the sword-free sword that once stood shoulder to shoulder with the Emperor Yang Shen, and the other is the next emperor of the Emperor's Palace. The battle between the two men should be very exciting." Nie Tian said with a slight gaze, said in his heart.

But to be honest, in Nie Tianxin, Lin Fan’s talent is stronger than Yin Feng’s selflessness.

When Lin Fan ignited Tianzhiming, Yin Feng did not personally admit that the former's talent was not weaker than Yang Shenjian.

On the other hand, the two people who looked at the sword on the other side of the emperor were obviously looking forward to it.

On the top of the sword, Yin Feng has no sword like me. The seven-sword sword is full of blood and blood, so that the surrounding atmosphere reveals the red-naked killing.

The swordsmen of the four surrounding views frowned, and this kind of **** temperament gave them an extremely strong sense of oppression.

However, Lin Fan did not care at all. Instead, he looked at Yin Feng without me with a look of play. The eyes that appeared in the eyes were actually appreciative, a kind of appreciation of the lower person.

Yin Feng’s faceless color suddenly fell, and Lin Fan’s eyes were a shame for him. "Yin Feng predecessors, the family has repeatedly mentioned you with the younger generation, saying that you are a rare sword of the world, even the adult of the year, is also very respectful to you." Lin Fan mouth with a smile, toward Yin Feng No, I am slightly covered, although in the representation

Respect, but there is a provocative meaning between the words, saying: "The younger generation is fortunate to ask the seniors today, and also ask the seniors to educate them."

Yin Feng didn't wrinkle my brow and sneered: "You really have a courtesy number. It seems that the emperor has received a good disciple."

"That is natural." Lin Fan smiled faintly, said: "The teacher taught younger generations to love the younger from a young age. The younger generation felt that the older generation was old and weak, and had passed the peak period. The younger generation was willing to let the seniors have three swords. How did the seniors think? "Smelly boy, you and me fight, since the fair, these nonsense is still free, direct shot." Yin Feng no face, "color" suddenly fell down, Rao is his mood, by a "milk" The stupid younger generation is so provocative, and there is a lot of anger at this time.

It is.

However, he still maintains a sense of reason. If he is to be replaced by other people, I am afraid that he will turn Lin Fan’s three swords in the opposite direction. "So, the younger generation is offended." Lin Fan yelled and smiled, then the figure moved directly, and a sword screamed out, and the sword was actually killed from all sides, such as the overwhelming dark clouds, directly overwhelmed. Yin Feng has no seven kills of me

Sword potential.

Yin Feng has no one in my heart, and my eyes are full of shock.

Lin Fan’s sword is strong, but he is still above his expectations.

However, he even calmed down, his sword in the hands of the sky, the swordsman covered the sky, hard to block the sword.

However, Yin Feng’s body shape was slightly shaken, and there was a surge of blood in the body, and almost a blood spurted out.

On the other hand, Lin Fan is as stable as an old tree.

"This guy, it's so strong!" Nie Tian's eyes trembled fiercely, and his heart was shocked.

It is only this sword that it has been seen that Lin Fan’s sword is stronger than Yin Feng’s absence.

The people around were also attracted, and they were shocked to talk about it.

"This guy named Lin Fan is so strong, it is the swordsman who provokes the sound of the sky!"

"This fat old man is not easy to be with his generation. I think the emperor is quite jealous of him. I don't know what it is."

"I heard that the adult **** of Yang is the swordsman of the same era. It is estimated that the people who have buried the loess in the neck. Under the blood and blood, the strength can be kept so good, it is not easy."

As the crowd spoke, they watched the battle with enthusiasm.

The people present are either talented or strong, and they have a strong perception of the sword. Of course, Lin Fan and Yin Feng are powerful.

Although Lin Fan is young, his sword is pressed against Yin Feng without me. Obviously, he is already winning.

"Predecessors, your face is soaring red, it is not bloody." On the top of the sword, Lin Fan looked at Yin Feng without me, ridiculed.

"If you want to fight, you can play a lot of nonsense!" Yin Feng did not drink coldly and coldly. The figure was instantaneous and directly took the initiative. The seven killing swords meant to cover the sky, and the rushing like a tide, it seems to be this piece. The world is torn.

Lin Fan is not afraid at all, a sword is broken, the sword is like a rainbow, the brilliance of the sword blooms, the sword is smashed from the face, and then the hard-pressed "Ying" has no step back.

Yin Feng has nothing to do with my body, a face is blue and ugly, my eyes are angry, but I dare not shoot at will.

He lived a lifetime, rare opponents, did not expect that today will be so ugly by a small doll.

"Predecessors, your sword, it is too soft, really like a little girl's fist." Lin Fan's mouth twitched the meaning of Sen Han, tearing off the disguise, and directly screamed.

Yin Feng has no sorrow and anger when I hold my hand.

But the next moment, his eyes suddenly trembled and said directly: "I admit defeat!"

Lin Fan’s eyes suddenly tightened and his face looked blank.

He obviously did not think that Yin Feng would not directly admit defeat.

What is the dignity of your swordsman? Is your kendo sticking? What about your sword and sword?

And under the court, it is also a loss.

Yin Feng’s move without me is too unexpected and unpredictable.

Yin Feng didn't have me, but she didn't care too much. When she moved, she jumped directly down the sword and came to Nie Tian.

"Big brother!" Nie Tian looked at Yin Feng without me, and even heard the sound of the heart's heart.

I admit defeat, the simple three words, Yin Feng without me but exhausted all the courage to say it. These three words really made him pay too much and lost too much!