"I want you to regret it on the way to the underworld!"
"Let you know that you should not provoke noble Indians in your next life!"
Fan Jinlun had a ferocious face and was unsheathed in his hand.
Ye Hao shook his head lightly and said slowly: "It's a pity that you are not my opponent."
"Your son is not as good as me, your students are not as good as me, and you are not as good as me!"
"Half-legged into the level of the God of War, for me, nothing is wrong..."
"Okay, OK, OK!"
"What a nonsense!"
"Since that's the case, I'll show you how terrible our secret technique is!"
After saying that, he saw a talisman in Fan Jinlun's hand. He muttered something, then lit the talisman with his fingers, and then slapped it directly on the middle of his eyebrows.
"laugh--"
As the talisman fell, Ye Hao clearly sensed that the aura of the Fanjin Wheel instantly increased several times.
In particular, his eyes turned blood-red, like a demon crawling out of hell.
An unspeakable pressure spreads out, covering the sky and the sun.
God of War Level!
"Tianzhu Hypnosis?"
Ye Hao's eyelids hopped slightly.
"I didn't expect that you could even hypnotize yourself, and through self-hypnosis, your potential explodes."
"Don't you know the consequences of doing this?"
"as a result of?"
"If I kill you, I will have no other consequences!"
Fan Jinlun smiled grimly, and he grabbed the ring knife in his hand and rushed out directly.
The light of the sword flashed, like a golden wheel emerging from the sky.
More than a dozen masters of India also roared and charged out at this moment, and the Kanda sword in their hands was shining with dazzling light.
But facing this scene, Qin Menghan did not retreat but advanced, and each person blocked the group of Indians with one knife.
The scene went straight into the most chaotic fight.
Jin Jiumei, who just wanted to leave, was completely stunned at this moment. She wanted to leave, but she wanted to witness Ye Hao's death with her own eyes.
So at this moment she could only grit her teeth and call to shake people.
At this moment, the Fanjin Wheel had already stepped forward to Ye Hao.
The ring knife in his hand roared out, like several golden wheels blooming at the same time, pressing towards where Ye Hao was.
The Kanda sword in Ye Hao's hand swept across, blocking the thunder attack of the Fanjin Wheel.
"Clang!"
The swords and swords of both sides collided, and a harsh sound was made at this moment.
Then the two took two steps back at the same time.
Ye Hao looked indifferent and looked at the Kanda sword that was broken into two pieces in his hand.
After all, this thing is just an ordinary soldier, and it cannot stop the terrifying attack of the Fanjin Wheel.
The ring knife in the hand of Fan Jin Wheel should be made of many tempers, so the texture is amazing.
"There is indeed extraordinary in the hypnosis technique of the Indians."
Ye Hao narrowed his eyes and looked at the Fan Jin Wheel, feeling in his heart.
When he was on the Eurasian battlefield, he saw a god of war who used Indian hypnosis.
However, although his strength surged on the spot, after using this technique, the fate was terrible.
However, Ye Hao did not defeat the war god by himself. At this moment, when he saw the Fan Jin wheel that used the Indian hypnosis technique, he felt a little happy to see him.
At this moment, Ye Hao did not rush to take a heavy hand, but instead half of the Kanda sword in his hand roared out and fell towards the face of Fan Jinlun.
"Clang—"
Fan Jinlun had no expression on his face, and the ring knife in his hand roared, and he had a head-on fight with Ye Hao.
"Clang clang clang—"
Ye Hao moved very quickly and instantly slashed out nine swords, one after another.