Chapter 630

You Xue rubbed her forehead, got it! Father was really messing up the mandarin couples, and Elder Fan played a role in fueling the flames. It's just that now is obviously not the time to explain to her father, so You Xue can only focus on Ye Lingtian who will start pk anytime.

Ye Lingtian lay half down, fixed his eyes on Fan Haoran, and slowly slid his left hand along the spine of the knife.

Along the way, there are only a handful of times he has confronted his opponent head-on like today, and the number of times he didn't play tricks before the battle is even rarer.

"Elder Fan, I'm used to using knives. I can't play with my bare hands. Don't you mind?" Ye Lingtian asked expressionlessly.

Fan Haoran closed his eyes to perceive for a moment, then quickly opened them, brightened: "Of course I don't mind! You are very good, and you have not shown any murderous aura so far. If it weren't for your eyes telling me that the opponent is in front of you, I would have thought that the opponent was in the air." !This kind of concealment method, if I guessed correctly, you must be the well-known god of death on the killer list, right?"

"Yes!" Ye Lingtian said with a stern light in his eyes, "Be careful..."

Before the word "Le" was finished, a flash of lightning flashed in front of Fan Haoran's eyes, azure blue, very graceful.

Murderous aura all over the sky attacked immediately!

Fan Haoran was taken aback, he didn't expect Ye Lingtian's speed to be so fast, if...if he hadn't broken through to the high level of Xuan level, it would be extremely difficult to avoid this knife.

"What a Ye Lingtian!" Fan Haoran pointed his toes, like a soaring goshawk, and passed over Ye Lingtian's head.

Be late!

The sharp blade pierced the air slightly.

"Okay in the back." Ye Lingtian put his left hand on the ground, stretched his right hand on one side of his body.

swish!

The cold light flew straight out of his hand, whizzing towards Fan Haoran's neck.

Fan Haoran, who was in mid-air, did not hesitate at all, barely avoided it, and after landing, he clenched his fists and punched Ye Lingtian in the face.

This fist, with surging internal force and supreme power, is like a god descending from the sky, making the air tremble.

Damn, this old guy is so old and so strong! Ye Lingtian was short of breath, and quickly backed away.

Seeing that the fist had already reached the door, Ye Lingtian suddenly leaned back.

At the moment when he was about to fall to the ground, the fist that was as fast as lightning suddenly retracted, Fan Haoran tapped his toes, and his body spun to the right to land on the ground.

Sweat broke out on his forehead, and he looked at Ye Lingtian with shock and doubts in his eyes.

He originally thought that Ye Lingtian's dagger was a desperate move, but he never thought that the final move would come later. He couldn't understand how the dagger that had been thrown out of his hand flew back in a spin, and its strength and speed did not decrease at all compared to before. Qiang, this... how did he do it?

Ask yourself, if it wasn't for the only trace of murderous intent, this dagger might have stabbed him in the back.

Ye Lingtian caught the cold light with his left hand, barely adjusted, and with a single step, it shot towards Fan Haoran who was in a daze like an arrow from the string.

With a twist of his wrist, the dagger burst into a faint light, and he killed Fan Haoran.

It came at the right time! Fan Haoran swung a punch sideways, and saw that the fist passed across Ye Lingtian's head, and was about to strike, when he found a cold light piercing toward the lower abdomen.

"it is good!"

Fan Haoran flew back three meters into the air, and saw Ye Lingtian didn't seem to make any adjustments, and his body was half-folded, forming a phantom, rushing towards him.

Around the shadow, there are little blue glows.

Meng Haoran didn't dare to be negligent, he slammed Quanyou on the ground, abruptly picked up a piece of turf and rushed towards Ye Lingtian.

late! late!

Ye Lingtian passed through the turf that had been split into several pieces, and once again stabbed Fan Haoran's brow with a cold light in his hand.

Nima, is this duel not adjusted at all? This series of movements is too smooth, as if calculated! Fan Haoran was startled, fell backwards, raised his feet unceremoniously to face the flying Ye Lingtian kicked in the lower abdomen.

boom!

Fists and feet collided, making a loud noise.

Ye Lingtian was unsteady, spinning and flying to the left, and Fan Haoran felt a strong force coming along the soles of his feet, he pushed his left hand, and retreated several meters, his old face flushed red.

Whether it's speed or strength, Ye Lingtian is not inferior to him, my God, this guy...is actually a high-level mysterious class!

You Qianzhang, who was watching the battle not far away, was stunned, and he was stunned at the moment when Ye Lingtian's murderous aura filled the air.

Ye Lingtian has definitely reached the high level of Xuan level! Because from the beginning to the end, Fan Haoran didn't take advantage of it at all. That speed and strength were completely beyond imagination, You Qianzhang dared to conclude that if he was the one in the martial arts arena, it was absolutely inevitable that he would be instantly killed.

Strong! Too strong! At a young age, he has reached the high level of Xuan level, such a talent is simply against the sky. What's more frightening is that there is no routine in his moves and responses, but each response is so crisp and neat, and he can vaguely judge the trend of the next confrontation. Where did such a monster come from?

"You Xue, Ye Lingtian is the judge, right?" You Qianzhang turned his head to look at You Xue who was in a daze, his voice trembling. He dared to conclude that Ye Lingtian was by no means a member of Wumen, Wumen has rules, Ye Lingtian does not have that kind of temperament, and what happened in the northwest border, the answer is ready to come out - Ye Lingtian belongs to the Judgment, and his position in the Judgment Not low.

You Xue didn't hear what her father said, but the moment Ye Lingtian made a move, she was frightened dumbfounded.

The pervasive murderous aura made it difficult for her to breathe, as if someone had strangled her throat, followed by the howling sound of the cold light piercing the air, and the afterimage of the knife light that could not be seen clearly at all.

You Xue can conclude that Ye Lingtian in Jinghai at that time was not so strong, it only took a few days, and he...he has already reached such a strong level.

You Qianzhang frowned, quickly pressed You Xue's wrist, channeled some of his internal energy, and asked anxiously, "Are you alright?"

You Xue turned her head to look at her father, with panic in her voice: "Don't let them fight, if you continue to fight like this, there might be problems."

"I don't want them to fight, but I can't help it! Because I can't get in at all." You Qianzhang looked at the two fighting in the martial arts arena, his eyelids twitched.

"If they take it away, you will either die or be injured!" You Xue was anxious, and held You Qianzhang's hand and then trembled.

"There is no winner, no one will stop, just leave it to fate!" You Qianzhang swallowed, his eyes became crazy with the intensity of the duel, "Xiaoxue, open your eyes and see clearly, there are not many opportunities like this See, it has been a long, long time since the duel of Xuan-level high-ranking warriors took place in Tianjing!"

You Qianzhang was astonished, and Fan Haoran was even more astonished! Originally facing Ye Lingtian, he didn't use his full strength, but in the end he was completely passive. After he exerted his full strength, he tried to counter-attack, but found that Ye Lingtian's offensive was as smooth and natural as quicksilver. flaw.

Fan Haoran's blood began to boil. This is a rare opponent. If he misses this duel, he may not have the opportunity to go all out for a long time.

"Phantom Iron Fist!" Fan Haoran waved his iron fist and hit Ye Lingtian head-on.

Damn! This old boy is so crazy! Ye Lingtian hurriedly retreated, and before he raised his wrist holding Hanmang, the fist wind hit his face again.

"Beautiful!" Ye Lingtian praised, twisted the dagger into a flower, raised his right foot, and greeted him with his fist.

bang bang bang!

There was another muffled sound of fists and feet intersecting.

Ye Lingtian had to admit that Fan Haoran's internal strength was beyond imagination. Every time his fists and feet intersected, his whole body's meridians would vibrate, and his chest would feel tight. If he hadn't been rich in experience, he might have been seized during the gap between breath adjustments. If they attack, they will definitely lose.

Even so, Fan Haoran also turned from defense to offense, waving his fists, each punch was faster than each punch, and each punch was harder than each punch.

Fan Haoran knew that he couldn't give Ye Lingtian the slightest chance, otherwise he would be the one who fell down.

The two afterimages are intertwined again, which is a very interesting picture.

One is an admirer of ancient martial arts, advocating three or two moves to determine the winner, and the other is a killer, whose purpose has always been to kill with one blow. These two guys who pursue simplicity and efficiency have come and gone for countless rounds in the martial arts arena. I'm afraid they didn't expect this scene.

A layman watches the fun, and an insider watches the doorway. You Qianzhang has learned a lot from the offense and defense of the two. As for whether Fan Haoran and Ye Lingtian will miss and cause serious injuries or hiccups. How can he think about this?

This is a textbook-level duel. The two of them pinpoint the key points every time they make a move, but the opponent's resolution is always very subtle. Their subconscious actions are also the only way to evade. As for the connection between offense and defense, it is so smooth that it is outrageous. What is a top-notch duel, the battle going on at Youjiayan Martial Arts Field gave the most perfect interpretation.

Just when You Qianzhang was feeling emotional, Ye Lingtian suddenly rushed towards Fan Haoran, and Fan Haoran's thunderous fist was ready to go.

Crazy, Ye Lingtian is crazy! You Qianzhang turned pale with shock and shouted, "Elder Fan, stop!"

You Xue's legs were weak, and she had already experienced the power of Fan Haoran's fist. The destructive power of that punch to lift up the artificial turf was shocking. Ye Lingtian rushed forward so recklessly, how could he survive if he was hit?

"Ling Tian, ​​stop!" You Xue was about to burst into tears.

Meng Haoran was also a little dazed. This punch was powerful and heavy, blocking almost all of Ye Lingtian's counterattack directions. According to his thinking, Ye Lingtian had to dodge backwards, and then seek other schemes and charge directly. Isn't this sending him to death? It's just this He has already swung a punch, and there is absolutely no possibility of taking it back completely.

Damn, what's going on with me, really crazy? Originally it was just a sparring match, but until now it's all fighting for life! Fan Haoran's mind regained some sobriety. Thinking of all the scenes of the confrontation just now, the cold air flowed out from his pores risk.

Fan Haoran hurriedly withdrew his punches, and at this moment he was shocked, no! Ye Lingtian could never be so stupid, otherwise it would not have been so long before the winner was decided.

At this moment, the cold light of Ye Lingtian's right hand shone with bright blue brilliance, and the trajectory he drew toward him, like a meteor flashing across the sky, was so graceful and charming, but the rich murderous aura contained in this graceful beauty was so overwhelming. bloody.