From Douluo Marrying the Snow Queen

The blood-red eyes are like a hungry lone wolf, wanting to choose someone to eat, which makes people shudder.

If ordinary people saw this pair of eyes, they would probably collapse to the ground in fright.

But who is Ye Han? He is a 100,000-year-old soul beast, an old monster that has lived for more than 50,000 years, and has experienced the training of the Slaughter City. He has never seen such a look.

The murderous eyes of the Saint Son of Wuhundian, in his opinion, are almost the same as the angry eyes of a child who asks for candy and fails to get it, and has no lethality.

With one step, the fifth soul skill, mirror image clone.

brush!

At this moment, Ye Han's figure was all on those shattered ice cubes.

"Kill kill kill!~"

The holy son of Wuhundian roared, his face swollen into a pig's head with a hideous expression.

The light of the knife is like rain, impenetrable.

One by one, Ye Han was torn into pieces by the light of the knife, but strangely, there was no trace of blood.

"You can't run away."

Seeing this, the Holy Son of Wuhundian became even crazier.

"The sixth soul skill, the Heavenly Sword destroys the world."

With a roar, a forty-meter-long sharp knife swept across the world, destroying everything.

All of Ye Han's avatars were wiped out and wiped out by this knife.

Domain, Absolute Zero, Killing God Domain.

Released from the double domain, Ye Han stretched out his fingers, and lightly resisted the terrifying knife.

It's not that he is pretending, but if he hides, the girl in the ice sculpture will definitely turn into a pile of minced meat.

quiet! ~

There was a deathly silence in the audience. No one expected that such a powerful knife would be so easily resolved.

The crazy breath of the Saint Son of Wuhundian stagnated even slightly, and his pupils dilated suddenly.

"I thought how strong it was! That's it?"

Ye Han muttered softly, flicked his fingers lightly, and the bright knife light instantly disintegrated.

In this silent space, Ye Han's voice struck everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer, making everyone's hearts tremble, covering their hearts, and almost having a myocardial infarction.

Nima, that's it?

Such a frightening knife, in your mouth, it is, that's it?

This may be the highest level of pretentiousness in the legend, pretending to be invisible!

Many people knelt down at this moment.

"No, it's impossible, die for me."

The Son of Wuhundian reacted and roared loudly.

He didn't believe that Ye Han was really as calm as he appeared on the surface, and he blocked his strongest blow so easily.

"He must have pretended to be calm, but he was seriously injured."

Constantly comforting himself in his heart, the holy son of the Wuhun Temple stimulated his potential, and the long knife in his hand moved, slashing the world with force.

The forty-meter-long knife that had just disappeared reappeared, as if Mount Tai was pressing down on the top, and slashed straight at Ye Han's face.

when! ~

Another finger pressed against the blade with precision.

The holy son of Wuhundian blushed, and exerted all his strength, but the long knife in his hand couldn't penetrate an inch.

His expression changed, and he quickly withdrew the knife, not giving Ye Han a chance to shatter the light of the knife, and then he slashed out again.

Clang, clang! ~

In an instant, the Holy Son of Wuhundian slashed out dozens of knives, and the sharp light of the knives lit up most of the sky.

He was as imposing as a rainbow, and the more he cut, the more excited he became.

Suddenly, he was taken aback for a moment, because a big hand grabbed the blade glow.

The five slender fingers are crystal clear like jade, and the fingernails are pink, exuding a crystal clear and healthy color.

But there was a touch of bright red on the index finger.

he got hurt.

The holy son of the Wuhun Temple hurriedly drew his sword, but because of the soul skill, Ye Han grabbed the light of the knife, but it was no different from the Wuhun that grabbed him.

The Holy Son of Wuhundian used his strength secretly, but the long knife in his hand did not move at all.

"How can it be?"

He yelled in his heart.

I know my own affairs,

How powerful he is, no one knows better than him.

However, the power that he was so proud of in the past now seems so ridiculous.

Ye Han turned his head, glanced at his bleeding fingers, frowned slightly, and the spring-like smile on his face suddenly became a little evil.

The palm of the hand was forced, and with a bang, the soul skill saber light of the holy son of Wuhundian shattered again.

His footsteps moved like a dragon going out to sea, and with an unrivaled aura, he rushed to the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall in an instant.

"Mom, fuck me, I'm giving you a face, right?"

With a loud curse, he punched the holy son of the Wuhun Temple in the eye socket with a bang.

"It's been fun playing for so long, isn't it?"

Boom!

Another punch.

"You think you're strong, don't you?"

"Bullying my brother, right?"

"Pretend to be aggressive with me, right?"

"Show off your might in front of me, right?"

Say a word and punch it.

If the Ye Han just now is an elegant mage, the battle is full of artistic sense, which makes the audience pleasing to the eyes, and makes the enemy's teeth itch with hatred.

Then the current Ye Han is a hooligan full of violent factors, a little gangster, at the moment he is completely fighting like a rogue, riding directly on the body of the Holy Son of the Wuhun Temple, his fists are like raindrops, cursing and hitting the opponent's face call.

The holy son of Wuhundian was still resisting at first, but he would have been beaten long ago.

Sensing the atmosphere here, the teachers of the college rushed over without stopping, only to see a pig head in dirty pajamas being violently beaten by a long-haired man riding on him.

The two fought, although their image was indecent, but their aura made people dare not underestimate it, especially Ye Han.

Ordinary teachers are only capable of soul kings, so how dare they step forward to persuade them to fight, and soon, high-level officials from the academy rushed to the scene.

When he learned from his classmates that the person who was beaten up was the Holy Son of Wuhundian, his face immediately changed in shock.

"stop."

With a loud shout, the teaching director directly released eight soul rings, and the powerful aura pressed towards Ye Han involuntarily.

"roll!"

Ye Han turned around and slapped him.

Boom! ~

The dean was shot flying like a rubber ball in an instant.

A strong Contra cultivator couldn't resist his random palm.

Everyone was horrified at the moment, looking at Ye Han like a monster.

Thinking of Zhao Ling'er, that handsome and handsome girl who always liked wearing floral skirts, Ye Han hit harder.

In his eyes, the holy son of Wuhundian is nothing.

bang bang bang!

The girl's appearance, the girl's voice, the girl's shy yet generous manner when meeting her for the first time, when she thanked herself for the second time...

Scenes of the past flashed before his eyes, all Ye Han could do was punch harder.

"Ye Han, stop."

Seeing that the Son of Wuhundian was about to be beaten to death, suddenly. A cold voice sounded, Linda came, walked quickly to Ye Han's side, and grabbed his raised fist.

Ye Han was speechless, looking at Linda, he had no choice but to withdraw his fist.

This woman has treated him well this year, so I still have to give him some face.

"You, you hurry back and pack your things, and leave Wuhun City!"

Linda took a look at the not-so-human Son on the ground, then turned around, and spoke directly to Ye Han.

"Hey, it's just a competition at the same level, it's not that serious." Ye Han smiled back, not caring about it.

Originally, Ye Han really wanted to help Zhao Jun kill this so-called holy son, but at the last moment, he changed his mind.

He is not alone now, he has a wife and children.

Yes, after a year of hard work, he has reaped a rich harvest.

Ye Qingxin is pregnant for more than three months.

On the spur of the moment, he beat the Holy Son violently. It seemed serious, but in the end, it was just a discussion between the younger generation. It was far from being an enemy of the Spirit Hall, so there was room for relaxation.

If you kill the Holy Son of Wuhundian, it will be a completely different situation.

PS: Thank you for the rewards of life is so and Kuaishou Wufeimeng, there is another chapter, which will be posted later...