"kill!......."

"stop!......."

"Zeng Fan" rushed forward, but was still one step late. When he and Ye Xiuwen and Yue'er arrived, the deacon of the Seven Colored Hell was ordering the killing of the last boy.

"Woo!"

The boy was thrown out by the disciples of the Seven Colors Hell. Just like the person before, he was about to hit the wall and make more than ten thousand peach blossoms bloom.

"ah?"

"Zeng Fan" was shocked and felt heartbroken by his child.

But at this moment, a bloody figure flashed in front of him, like a bloody lightning bolt, and when the boy's head was about to hit the wall, he grabbed the collar and pulled it back.

The boy did not hit the wall, but was frightened by the scare and fainted.

"Who is so bold and dare to stop my seven-color hell from doing things?"

At the same time, the deacon of the Seven Colored Hell shouted loudly and did not take Ye Xiuwen and others seriously at all.

Even at this time, he had already seen the other party's strength, and it was still the same. Because of the seven-color hell, just these four words can be enough to roam the world.

"Hmph! Cao Gang, Fifth Master!"

Ye Xiuwen smiled faintly and threw the fainted boy to "Zeng Fan".

At this time, "Zeng Fan" browsed deeply, looked at the boy in his hand, pointed to the deacon in the seven-colored hell angrily and said, "The time has not come, why did you kill people in advance?"

But seeing that "Zeng Fan" was furious, the deacon moved the corner of his mouth disdainfully, and then said, "The rules are determined by the seven-color hell, and I have the final say. And you, including the fifth master, will all listen to our seven-color hell.

You must feel glad that the seven-colored hell still need you, otherwise you will be the same as them...."

The deacon of the Seven Colored Hell sneered and pointed to the corpse inside the wall.

The methods are cruel and outrageous. Because those are ordinary people, they are no different from unarmed women and children.

"You?" Zeng Fan was angry again, and his right hand clenched his fists, and the joints made a sound of gaba and gaba.

"Zeng Fan" is a scholar. Although he has martial arts skills, he has never practiced much. He just wants to strengthen his body and pursue the highest level of medicine.

But at this time, his boy died tragically. He was furious and hit the disciple of the Seven-colored Hell who was executing the execution with one palm.

"ah?"

The disciple was shocked. Perhaps he did not expect that "Zeng Fan" would take action in vain and was hit in the chest by "Zeng Fan".

The strong wind came, not only breaking all his defenses, but also the cracking wind directly tore the man to pieces.

The palm of "Zeng Fan" is powerful, and what it uses is naturally the Wind Demonic Art of his Zeng family.

The first level of Fengmo Technique is "Lingxi Li" to gather qi in the sea of ​​qi, go through "Danyang" and pass "Qiao Guan", connect the Ren and Du meridians, condense qi in the middle finger, and point between the index finger to break the surface!

But "Zeng Fan" is really not a material for practicing martial arts. Even with Ye Xiuwen's guidance, he still didn't practice very skillfully in this move.

The wind did not gather together, but spread out when hitting the target.

Although the power is still very great, it directly smashed a warrior in the middle stage of Qi and Blood Realm. However, it was still a trick.

Ye Xiuwen shook his head and said nothing. Because "Zeng Fan" was not originally a material for practicing qigong.

What he loves is medicine, curing diseases and refining elixirs.

But even so, all the disciples of the Seven Colors Hell present were shocked.

"Zeng Fan" broke the person with a casual palm. What's so great?

"You? Do you dare?" At the same time, the deacon of the seven-colored hell was so shocked that he stared at the boss.

"You all dare to kill the people who are my Xianrenzhai!"

"Zeng Fan" was completely angry, and he punched and kicked the disciples of the Seven Colored Hell to pieces.

When the deacon saw it, he rushed to stop it, but he didn't expect that his eyes were blurred and he was caught by someone at once.

"Ye Xiuwen? What do you want to do?" The deacon was shocked.

"Hmph! I just think your killing method is very interesting. I'll try it too."

Ye Xiuwen said this, and threw the deacon of the seven-colored hell toward the courtyard wall on one side.

The deacon was flying in the air, and the sound of wind was heard around him. He quickly used his energy to protect his head.

"Boom!"

His head hit the hard exterior wall and actually knocked a big hole into the courtyard wall.

But the deacon was not dead. He was a warrior of the eighth level of Yuanqi. In addition to being inseparable from swords and guns, the defense of this Yuanqi Feather Clothes was also very impressive.

He crashed through the courtyard wall and felt relieved, feeling that it was a good opportunity for him to escape.

But he was about to take a step, but there was another flower in front of him. Ye Xiuwen's arrival was coming again.

In a panic, he slapped a palm, and as if he had hit Ye Xiuwen on an iron plate, the wrist joint of his palm was dragged out for a long time.

Ye Xiuwen's defense, let alone him, even a warrior at the first level of Qihai Realm, is not so easy to break through now.

Wearing a golden armor with a blood Shura body defense, plus the vital energy and the true energy in his body, he really became an iron plate.

"snort!"

Ye Xiuwen sneered, grabbed the neck of the seven-colored hell deacon again, and threw it out with a whimper.

"Bang!Bang!..."

Ye Xiuwen threw the deacon like a sandbag. He bumped into the inner wall from the outer wall, and then ran out of the inner wall.

Although the deacon was very strong and had a huge amount of vitality, he could not resist Ye Xiuwen's loss. After only a dozen times, his defense of vitality was shattered, causing blood to spread all over his body.

"If you kill me, the seven-colored hell will not let you go!"

The deacon yelled and took out his last trump card.

"Hmph! Seven-colored hell? I didn't take it seriously at all. Remember, there will be more people who will come to the ground to accompany you!"

Ye Xiuwen sneered, grabbed the deacon of the seven-colored hell, and planted a green onion back and inserted it into the ground.

The person was like a carrot, half of his body was inserted into it.

He kicked his legs twice and died.

The idle man returns to silence, and in the night, it is quiet.

Even though the fight just now was really terrifying, and no one dared to come out to see it.

Because of the seven-colored hell, who dares to provoke it? Even the government must be like a gentle kitten.

"Fifth Master!"

At this time, "Zeng Fan" was covered in blood and tears, obviously not yet escaped from his grief.

"Don't be sad, we will be back sooner or later. And the fifth master remembers their hatred."

Ye Xiuwen waved his hand lightly, obviously today's affairs were not over.

Because anyone who dares to offend him Ye Xiuwen will die!......
Chapter completed!