Chapter Four and Eight

The blue veins on Bi Yuntao's forehead violently, his arm was chopped off, and he was also suffering to the extreme. It was this pain that made him determined to kill Zheng Rulong.

If you dare to break my arm, I dare to kill you!

As soon as Zhu Ling and Xiao Li took the shot, they were stopped by people from the Warlord Academy. As for the others, they didn't dare to stop them, and they couldn't stop them at all.

Bi Yuntao slashed with an angry sword, Zheng Rulong's eyes were already desperate, and he realized the gap between himself and Bi Yuntao.

Cang!

However, at this moment, there was a crisp sound from the void, and a huge **** sickle was blocked in front of Zheng Rulong. No matter how hard Bi Yuntao tried, the **** sickle did not move at all.

In front of Zheng Rulong, stood a black robe man with a **** sickle in his hand, quietly looking at Bi Yuntao.

Many people showed horror, because they didn't know how the black robe man appeared, and the speed was reaching the extreme. If he wanted to kill Bi Yuntao, wouldn't he have done it?

"Who are you? Are you going to stop me?" Bi Yuntao grinned at the black robe man.

"Ling Hall, Shadow Wind!" The black-robed man said dimly. It was the shadow wind undoubtedly. On his shoulders, there was Xiaoming, the dark night falcon, and his eyes looked at the black-robed man with a trace of playfulness.

boom!

With a light wave of the death sickle in Yingfeng's hand, Bi Yuntao was suddenly lifted by a powerful force, and his body was a little unstable and almost fell to the ground.

The people in the spirit hall were full of surprise, and then they became cheering and jumping.

As for the monk of the Profound Palace, it was as uncomfortable as if he had eaten a dead mouse. Bi Yuntao, the king of the king, was shocked by a random blow?

"Lingdian Yingfeng?" The name was chanted in the crowd, but they couldn't remember it anyway.

"You really belong to the Spirit Palace?" Zhu Ling looked at Yingfeng Dao in surprise. As the pinnacle of the warlord in the Spirit Palace, she had never seen a powerful person like Yingfeng.

"Yingfeng, I know, he is just like us, he just joined the spirit hall." Some newcomers came back to their senses, and the eyes of Yingfeng were full of worship.

"By the way, there is another named Xiao Fan. I don't know where he has gone these days. If he is here, who would dare to be arrogant?" someone said again.

In the third round of the previous assessment, Xiao Fan dared to kill even the King Dao League and the Emperor League in front of so many people, which proved Xiao Fan's power.

Many people thought of Xiao Fan's name for the first time. If Xiao Fan were here, perhaps they would not dare to be so arrogant.

"Xiao Fan?" Song Hao frowned in the crowd. Why is this name so familiar?

Suddenly, Song Hao's heart trembled slightly, and he instantly remembered the person who killed Yu Sheng. Isn't that person also called Xiao Fan?

"What **** Yingfeng, I haven't heard of it. If you dare to stop me, I will kill you!" Bi Yuntao was angry at the moment, where could he care so much.

Yingfeng's eyes were very calm, letting Biyuntao kill him, he stood three meters away in front of Zheng Rulong, slowly putting away the death sickle in his hand.

"Death!"

When the sword in Bi Yuntao's hand was less than two feet away from Yingfeng, Yingfeng finally moved, and a black sword shadow shot out from Yingfeng strangely, with black ripples in the void.

puff!

Bi Yuntao's head flew high into the sky, and the blood shot out more than three or four meters away, his body still leaning forward, his eyes filled with incredible colors.

With a thud, Bi Yuntao fell in a pool of blood, struggling twice, and there was no sound anymore.

"Dead?" Everyone shivered, but the master of the profound palace, the king of the king, was actually slaughtered by a newcomer!

Even if Bi Yuntao was seriously injured, no matter what, he was also the king of the king, and he died in the hands of a newly promoted spiritual palace rookie.

Moreover, this newcomer seems to be only in the late stage of the King of War, not even the King of War.

"Triple sword force!" Xiao Fan squinted his eyes, and a smile flashed across his face: "It seems that in the past three months, Shadow Wind's strength has also improved, and it has broken through to the late War King, only one step from the peak. The distance, coupled with the triple winds, is not necessarily his opponent, and the Biyuntao in his hands is naturally not a problem."

Xiao Fan originally wanted to stop this battle, but saw Yingfeng take action, so he didn't show up.

If Bi Yuntao didn't want to put Zheng Rulong to death, Shadow Wind would not kill him, and no one would want the battle between Lingdian and Profound Palace to become a life and death battle.

Even if the Lingdian monks knew that the people in the Profound Palace were deliberately provoking, they had no choice but to swallow this breath.

After all, once the real battle begins, the people in the spirit hall can't be opponents of the profound palace at all. Otherwise, the cultivators of the spirit hall would not be a human being with their tails between their tails.

"You actually killed Bi Yuntao, you **** it!" Qin Feng and the others shouted angrily. After saying that, ten figures suddenly rushed towards the shadow wind.

"Huh! He really deserves to die!" Yingfeng snorted coldly, and the death sickle reappeared, murderous aura bursting into the sky, a terrible breath bloomed from him.

"Kill them!"

"The people of the Spirit Hall dare to do it, don't blame us, and you're welcome!"

The monks in the profound palace were furious, and the anger accumulated over the years seemed to explode at this moment. In the eyes of the profound palace, the people in the spiritual palace were a bunch of rubbish, and they shouldn't appear in the Battle Soul Academy.

Seize the opportunity at this moment, no one wants to miss it.

"Rumble~"

In an instant, the splendid combat skills bloomed in the square, and the terrifying spirit power fluctuations were layered on top of each other, surging like a tide.

"Stop it all!"

"stop!"

At this moment, two angry shouts suddenly sounded, and there were a dozen more figures in the square, terrifying soul power bloomed from a dozen people, and the students of the Profound Palace and Lingdian receded like a tide.

One is the Profound Palace elder headed by Mu Chenfeng, and the other is the Spirit Hall elder headed by Xiang Rong. Judging from the spirit power fluctuations radiating from everyone on both sides, they are undoubtedly the strongest of the war emperor.

"Elder, they killed Bi Yuntao! You have to call the shots for us!" It was the blue-robed young man named Lan Ze who spoke.

Mu Chenfeng looked at the Biyuntao on the ground in a different place, and his eyes became extremely cold: "Who did it, get out by yourself!"

"Elder Mu, it was Bi Yuntao who wanted to kill me first." Zheng Rulong glanced at Yingfeng gratefully and said quickly.

"But now, I see Bi Yuntao's body, not yours." Mu Chenfeng glanced at Zheng Rulong coldly, with a very domineering tone.

"According to Elder Mu, is self-defense also a crime?" Zheng Rulong's face sank, and he plucked up courage. He usually thought he was greedy for life and fear of death, but no one thought he would dare to talk to Mu Chenfeng like this.

"Who can prove that you killed Bi Yuntao in self-defense?" Mu Chenfeng glared, and a powerful momentum forced Zheng Rulong away.

"Mu Chenfeng, do you want to kill someone?" Xiang Rong appeared in front of Mu Chenfeng, "Don't forget, this is the Spirit Palace, not the place where you go wild!"

Mu Chenfeng's expression became more and more gloomy. If Xiang Rong dared to talk to him like this, he would directly start the fight. But now, Xiang Rong is no weaker than him, and he is still the Great Elder of the Spirit Hall, so he dare not do anything. Xiang Rong.

"Today, your Spirit Hall does not give me an explanation from the Profound Palace, this matter is endless!" Mu Chenfeng said coldly, wishing to take Zheng Rulong alive.

There are two more updates around four o'clock in the afternoon.