Starting from the martial arts world, Gan became a true master of martial arts.

Chapter 75: Suppress evil!

[You make the opponent feel severe fear, the Crimson King Pupil progress +0.5]

[You make the opponent feel severe fear, the Crimson King Pupil progress +0.8]

【You make the other person feel.】

Lines of small black characters flowed like water from Fang Xuan's eyes.

"Too useless."

Fang Xuan shook his head gently.

He had been scaring him for a long time, but in the end, Yang Ting and Yang He increased the progress of his Crimson King Pupil from 210 to 260.

Especially this Yang Ting, if he came back any later, he would probably be scared to death by the sound of water dripping.

The results have reached this level, and the fear provided each time cannot exceed a little.

Really inferior quality.

"The less cultivation and weak-minded people are, the weaker their mental power will be, and the lower the fear value they can provide."

"The more cultivated one is, the stronger the spirit, the stronger the spirit, or the more stable a person who is in a high position all year round, and it is difficult for him to change his mood. Once he becomes afraid, the more fear value he can increase."

Fang Xuan thought silently, then raised his head and looked at Yang Jiang, a flash of expectation in his eyes.

This Yangjiang has gone through decades of ups and downs and has seen many ups and downs. The fear it can provide should far exceed these two trashes, right?

"Fang Xuan! What on earth do you want to do?"

Yang Jiang didn't have much expression on his face, but his eyes became colder and deeper.

Anger, in addition to showing one's own incompetence and overwhelming one's own reason.

It's of no use anymore!

After decades of experience, he has long understood this truth.

"Make a condition and let them go! Either kill them or chop them into pieces, but I will stay and play with you!"

Taking a deep breath, Yang Jiang spoke in a deep voice.

"It is truly a great father's love that deserves to be praised."

Fang Xuan sighed in praise and stood up from the stone steps:

"Now, let's play a game."

Yang Jiang's eyelids twitched when he heard this, and he said without hesitation: "Okay, no matter what game, I will play with you! But you let the two children go first!"

"Two children?"

Fang Xuan sneered, and then pulled out the cold long knife from the sheath inch by inch.

"Very good. This game is called Fate Guessing",

"Guessing fate?" Yang Jiang, including Yang Ting and Yang He, all stared at Fang Xuan, wanting to see what tricks he was playing.

"The game is very simple. You have two chances to guess. Guess whether the knife in my hand will kill your son Yang Ting or your daughter Yang He?"

"If you guessed correctly, that's great, I'll let these two go."

"If I guess wrong."

Fang Xuan shrugged and did not mention the outcome of his wrong guess.

Because I guessed wrong, I naturally said goodbye to this world.

"What the hell kind of game is this?! Aren't you the one who has the final say on who you want to kill?" Yang Ting, who was hanging in the air, couldn't help but roared loudly.

"Dad! Leave quickly! It's obvious that he is playing tricks on us! Dad, he killed us, please help us avenge him!"

"The love between father and son is really deep." Fang Xuan ignored Yang Ting, but looked at Yang Zhengdao: "Are you having fun?"

Bang!
Suddenly, fierce wind howled!
Six figures finally seized the opportunity and suddenly jumped down from the roof of the temple, heading towards Fang Xuan to kill him!
The energy and blood stirred, making a roar in the air like a roaring river.

One of them, Shouto Tuo, who was holding a sun and moon shovel, even had a cruel smile on his face. He was already sure that this shovel would be enough to remove Fang Xuan's head!
Hearing the movement, Yang Ting and Yang He looked over quickly, their eyes suddenly filled with ecstasy.

"Uncle Li? Chen Congfeng? Are you all here?"

In an instant, they recognized that these six people were the six incoming warriors under their Yang family!
"Hahaha, six first-day pass warriors take action! Fang Xuan, you are dead!" Yang He suddenly showed resentment in his eyes and laughed ecstatically.

bass! ! !
Suddenly, a trembling sound of a blade sounded!

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling forest blue light burst out in an instant!
The long sword was unsheathed and flashed like thunder in the dark night.

The sound of wind and thunder exploded!

Bang bang bang!
Bang bang bang! !

While still in mid-air, all six figures were cut in half like tofu!
The separated body fell hard from the sky!
A large amount of blood spurted out, like a landscape splashing ink, dyeing the clay Buddha statue with half of its head cut off and most of the temple hall into a sticky scarlet color. "ah!!!"

Amidst the screams of extreme fear from Yang Ting and Yang He.

Fang Xuan took off the bamboo hat on his head, gently blew away the blood drops on the blade, and then looked up at Yang Jiang, whose expression was extremely ugly.

"Now, the game begins!"

Pingjiang City, at the city gate.

The bright red blood slowly crawled on the ground like earthworms, spreading like a blooming flower stamen.

Sikong Jiyan glanced at the several corpses on the ground, and continued to move forward without any emotion on his face.

Just these few rotten fish and shrimps can't stop him.

"Second brother, if you take one step forward today, the world will be turned upside down."

A faint voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Sikong Jihuai looked calm as he walked out from behind the city gate step by step, passed by him, and then stood in front of him.

Behind Sikong Jihuai, there was also a skinny old monk wearing a shabby dark red cassock.

The old monk has gray hair and a beard that hangs down to his chest. His eyes are downcast, as if he is in meditation.

The wide dark red cassock was draped on his body, making him look more and more like a withered and thin rod, as if he would be blown away by a gust of wind.

"Brother, have you finally stopped pretending?"

Sikong Jiyan was a little surprised and suddenly looked at the elder brother in front of him, who always treated others with a generous image.

Yes, how could the eldest brother be as mediocre and useless as he usually is?

"No matter what you think, I'm here today and you can't leave the city."

Sikong Jihuai looked at him calmly.

There are no bold words or categorical decisions.

There are only statements that seem to be taken for granted.

"Brother, you shouldn't come to fight."

Sikong Jiyan raised his head and looked at the boundless night sky.

He slowly closed his eyes and spread his hands as if embracing the world.

With black hair and robes all over his body, he was rising in the wind.

"The times are changing, and the entire world is developing at a rapid pace every day. Rebellions are rising everywhere, princes and princes have their own agendas, and heroes from all over the world are just waiting for things to happen to draw their swords.

The dragon vein of the Dayang court has been broken, and it is only a matter of time before it declines and perishes.

This is the worst of times, but it is also the best of times. "

Chi Chi Chi.

A trace of invisible strong wind began to swirl around Sikong Jihuai.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and the originally clear black and white pupils suddenly turned into a pair of evil double pupils with 'swastika' marks!

"And me, only me!"

"Only can you lead the Sikong family to become a person standing on the top of the mountain!"

"No one can stop me from reaching the top!"

"Third brother can't do it, and neither can you!"

boom--! ! !
In an instant, countless energy turned into large scarlet pythons, gushing out from Sikong Jiyan's back, spanning an endless distance, and rushed towards Sikong Jihuai to bite and strangle him!

It's so majestic that it covers the sky and the sun!
The skinny old monk standing behind Sikong Jihuai suddenly opened and closed his eyes, and his cloudy eyes were as calm as ever.

He faced the overwhelming scarlet pythons and stepped forward step by step.

between walking.

The golden scriptures automatically condensed around him.

Bang bang bang!
The scarlet python hit the golden scriptures, continuously making earth-shattering explosions.

The skinny old monk clasped his hands together and uttered two words:

"Suppress evil!"

(End of this chapter)