Peerless Martial Soul

The temperature of this fire is at least thousands of degrees high, I am afraid that life can burn people to ashes and melt them away!

Chen Feng was swept in by flames, how could he survive?

Yang Jingtian was extremely proud, his face flashed with a thick vicious color, hahahaha: "Chen Feng, taste the taste of my fiery pill! This fiery pill is thousands of degrees, I don't believe you can survive it! "

It turned out to be a fire pill! The following disciple, someone exclaimed, shouting: "The fire pill is made from seven yangzhigang drugs. It is extremely expensive, but it is also very powerful. It will explode if it touches objects, causing a raging fire, and the flame temperature reaches Thousands of degrees can burn all the rocks!"

Han Yuer let out a crying scream, despair and huge grievance flashed across her face, and she was about to rush towards the stage.

Shen Yanbing was still able to stay calm, grabbed her quickly, and whispered: "What are you going to do? According to the rules, if you go up, Yang Jingtian is not responsible for being able to kill you casually."

Han Yuer burst into tears and murmured: "Junior Brother is dead, how can I live alone? I will die with him!"

"It's not easy for you to die?" At this time, two young disciples suddenly came out of the crowd. Both of them showed lewd looks. They looked at Han Yu'er with extremely greedy eyes, wishing to strip her clothes naked.

The two walked to Han Yu'er from left to right, and laughed: "If you want to die, we don't care. Let our brothers be comfortable before you die. Our brothers can directly make you die happy."

After speaking, the two reached out and grabbed Han Yu'er.

There were tears in Han Yu'er's eyes, and now she was delirious, and she didn't even know how to hide.

Shen Yanbing waved the big sword in his hand, bringing up a fierce wind, and shouted: "Get out!"

The two disciples didn’t dare to provoke her, and hurried back two steps. They looked at Shen Yanbing, their expressions changed, and they said with a cold voice: "Shen Yanbing, are you looking for death? Do you know who we are? We are all Has been in Nei Zong for more than five years! Standing behind us is the master of Nei Zong, Senior Brother Zhang De Zhang."

"Now that Chen Feng is dead, this little girl has nothing to rely on. Is it possible that you can protect him for a lifetime? But we can see? Yang Jingtian has a deep grudge against you. Chen Feng is dead and no one is protecting you. I'm afraid you won't live long!"

"And our brother Zhang De Zhang is not easy to provoke. If you don't hand over Han Yu'er today, be careful that Senior Brother Zhang De kills you."

Hearing the two of them talking, the faces of the people around them showed fear, and many people stepped back.

Among the thousands of disciples of Nei Zong, those who can be ranked in the general ranking are extremely tyrannical generations, and most people dare not provoke them.

At this time, a man in blue shirt came over, and the two who had just spoken hurriedly passed by flatteringly, treating him like a master, shouting at Shen Yanbing with shame: "This is also our Senior Brother Zhang Dezhang."

Zhang De said lightly: "Hand over Han Yu'er. This is the person I am after."

With that, he exuded huge pressure, making Shen Yanbing almost breathless. Although Zhang De broke his arm and his strength was greatly reduced, he was still far better than Shen Yanbing. The huge level gap between the two was easily irreparable.

But Shen Yanbing still forced herself to stand upright, with a cold expression: "I am here today, no one can take her away."

"Haha," Zhang De laughed and said, "Chen Feng is dead, do you still want to do this?"

Because of Chen Feng, he lost an arm and hated Chen Feng. Seeing Chen Feng's death, he immediately robbed his woman in order to make Chen Feng suffer a huge humiliation even if he died.

He thought viciously in his heart: "Chen Feng, it doesn't matter if you die, you die, I'm going to sleep with your woman, and make you uneasy if you die."

Shen Yanbing said loudly: "Chen Feng is not dead, it is impossible for Chen Feng to die."

She said this only to emphasize her inner conviction, and even she herself did not believe what she said.

She looked sideways on the stage of life and death, and saw a large fire burning quietly there. There was no sound, and there was no movement inside. It seemed that Chen Feng had been burned to ashes.

The disciple who satirized Shen Yanbing just now turned his head, his chin slightly raised, his expression arrogant, and triumphantly said: "I see it, this is the heritage of the family. This Fire Pill will cost at least 10,000 yuan in the auction. Only a middle-grade spirit stone can be photographed! Poor ghosts like you will not save enough money for a lifetime! But Yang Jingtian can get them from the family! In battle, this is the killer that can determine the outcome of the battle, this is it The heritage of the family!"

Yang Chao also laughed wildly: "Little beast, now I think you are crazy? What kind of crazy?"

He then sighed: "Oh, Sedum, it’s not your uncle who said you, in order to kill this little beast, you spent such a precious fire pill, it’s really worthless! This little beast’s life is not yet this pill. Worth it!"

"is it?"