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"I still have a killer move, it's useless. Defeat it!" Zhao Yifan's eyes flashed with dazzling light, staring at Chu Lingyu who was constantly devouring the dead souls in the air.

"Huh?" Ye Yan seemed a little confused when he heard these words, because as far as he knew, Ragnarok was already Zhao Yifan's killer move. Although it was not as powerful as him, it was already very good to be able to block the full-strength attack of the death instinct with full power.

Although the instinctive ability will be held in the host body and its strength will be greatly weakened, it is already very good. Compared with the battle with Snake Ji, Zhao Yifan's growth is already very obvious.

If he was now, he would no longer need wild help, and he could beat Snake Girl alone.

However, even Zhao Yifan is still very lucky that Zhao Yifan can never defeat the instinct of full firepower, and he is also the instinct of death on the battlefield.

"Yifan"

"Shut up and watch it carefully!"

As soon as Ye Yan spoke, he was scolded by Zhao Yifan. "That ability swallows too much will cause the host's body to collapse. I will not watch a beauty fall in front of me, even if it is an enemy, it will not work!"

Immediately, Zhao Yifan pointed at Chu Lingyu in the air and whispered loudly, "The instinct of death, the host is not your tool! Today, I want to completely defeat you for your host!"

"Ahhhh! You, damn!" Chu Lingyu, who was in the air, had the instinct of death, burst out except for a roar of unwillingness, glaring at Zhao Yifan.

Zhao Yifan also looked at Chu Lingyu with a firm expression and said loudly, "Come on, let me tell you that the gap between you and wildness cannot be made up by the dead souls on the battlefield!"

"Damn it!"

With Chu Lingyu's angrily shout, she stopped absorbing the power of the dead soul, and at the same time, her body's skin began to collapse.

Her body seemed to be unable to withstand such a mighty power.

Puff puff puff!

As her limbs began to scatter blood, the instinct of death could not help but secretly say.

It seems that even if this girl has the body of the Shangguan family strengthened her body, she will not be able to withstand the strength after I was suppressed, and she will be 80% of the strength...

"Hmph, enough!" With Chu Lingyu's shout, she suddenly lifted the long stick in her hand and swung a big circle in the air. At the same time, the long stick actually broke apart at a speed visible to the naked eye!

No, that's a phantom!

The hard long stick became extremely strong and soft at that moment. At this time, the long stick was like a long whip in Chu Lingyu's hand, and was thrown over her head by her.

"The Demon Wheel of Illusion!"

Wow~!

Accompanied by Chu Lingyu's sweet shout, the long stick was like a whip, and it made a "whip" cry through the air, slashing towards Zhao Yifan.

Zhao Yifan looked at the attack falling in the air and said lightly, "Wild, sorry."

"Well!" At the same time, wild in the subconscious suddenly exclaimed, and the red gas that was slowly emitting suddenly surged out like a water gate was opened, gushing out and dissipating around. It was the instinct power of wild!

"Well, Zhao Yifan, what are you doing?" Ye Yan roared with a somewhat embarrassed expression, and at the same time he couldn't help but say inwardly.

This damn bastard actually got 80% of his strength when I was unprepared. Does that bastard want to die?

However, Zhao Yifan replied lightly, "Don't worry, I can't die."

"You are mentally retarded!"

Zhao Yifan ignored the wild curses, but instead stared at the falling stick with a calm expression, slowly closed his eyes. At the same time, a huge and magnificent door suddenly appeared behind him.

The Gate of the Underworld!

However, this Nether Gate is completely different from the previous one. Its realness is even far beyond the attack of Ragnarok at dusk!

Then, Zhao Yifan began to ponder, "With my name, awaken your body..."

With every word and every symbol of Zhao Yifan's moan, the underworld gate behind him was slowly opened. As the underworld gate was slowly opened, even the instinct of the death that controlled Chu Lingyu's body was subconsciously stunned.

Because of the existence inside the sect, even he was afraid for a moment!

This...this...this cannot be a wild ability. He can't do this. He will never be able to tame the guy in the sect!

At the same time, Zhao Yifan's subconscious wildness was stunned for a moment, and he frowned and muttered in a low voice, "It's actually this move again... Strange, it's so strange. Why does the existence inside the door...?"

"Pretending to be a ghost, die for me!" However, at this time, the instinct of death roared, and at the same time, the shadows of several long sticks had fallen.

Boom boom boom...

The long stick was like a whip, pressing on the ground, and even the ground began to be unable to withstand the violent vibration!

Puff! Puff!

At the same time, Zhao Yifan's body's skin also began to collapse due to strong pressure and excessive use of wild instinct. Blood spurted out one after another, and bright red liquid began to leave behind seven orifices.

"Die!"

"Fight for me, Pluto!"

The angry shouts of Zhao Yifan and Chu Lingyu sounded in this dilapidated space, but the next moment, a dazzling red light flashed through the underworld gate.

call!

Accompanied by a sound of breaking through the air, a red light like lightning broke through the sky and directly hit the long stick. The phantom disintegrated instantly, and the gas from the dead souls on the long stick was torn apart at that moment, and even the indestructible long stick was shattered in an instant.

Click~...

Looking at the shattered long stick, Chu Lingyu, the instinct of death, showed a shocked and dull expression, looking at the pieces in the air

Fragments.

And the next second, a red light flashed before her eyes, which immediately made her come back to her senses.

However, the next second it caught her eye was an extremely huge, red machete!

That's right, a huge machete flew out of the underworld gate!

A trace of fear flashed in Chu Lingyu's eyes, and he quickly moved to the side and avoided it, but the machete still hurt her shoulder.

Puff!

"Um!" The moment he was hit by the machete, the instinct of death seemed to feel his soul being torn off, and he couldn't help but let out a cry of pain!

"Uhhhhhhh!"

Boom~!

Immediately afterwards, the red knife light directly broke through the ceiling of the laboratory, flew towards the sky, and finally disappeared from sight.

"Cough!" On this side, Zhao Yifan also coughed up a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground in a weak state.

On Chu Lingyu's side, she seemed to be like a broken doll, falling down even though she was empty.

A killing intent flashed in Zhao Yifan's eyes, and he suddenly stood up and rushed towards Chu Lingyu.

At this time, Chu Lingyu was still controlled by the instinct of death. When he saw Zhao Yifan running over, he thought that his instinct spirit was actually beaten like this by a host. He was immediately angry and shouted, "Damn it!"

Then Chu Lingyu held the long broken stick again and flipped it in the air. At the same time, Zhao Yifan also jumped up towards Chu Lingyu with a gloomy expression.

"silence!"

However, seeing this, Zhao Yifan suddenly closed his eyes, relaxing the muscles in his body. His feet were stalked by air, and his body became very flexible due to relaxation. His fists slowly tightened around his waist and breathed slightly in his mouth.

Seeing this, Chu Lingyu brows slightly tightened and said to himself.

What is this guy doing?

But her actions did not stop.

However, the next second, Zhao Yifan suddenly opened his eyes. His muscles began to tense up. His arms raised his shoulders to make shoulder pads. Then he took a breath and took another breath of heat, and swung a heavy punch!

"Drink!"

I flew hard!

Buzz ~!

The fist reversed in the air, and the powerful fist wind almost formed a careful tornado in the air. The instinct of death could not help but burst into tears when he saw this, "Damn!"

Down!

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Yifan's fist hit the long broken stick. This time, the long stick did not bounce off Zhao Yifan's fist, but instead began to break inch by inch!

Crack... Crack!

"Um...... hold it for me!" Chu Lingyu, who was controlled by the instinct of death, couldn't help but start roaring wildly, but there was nothing to do. He heard a crisp "click" sound, and the last inch of long stick broke.

Chu Lingyu was stunned at first, then his expression became ferocious. He slapped Zhao Yifan's fist and roared, "Down!"

At the same time, a layer of extremely dark light floated on Chu Lingyu's palm, and the gas wrapped around it seemed like a dead soul, making a shrill scream of "woof" and "woof".

Death!

However, the dead energy of this palm is completely different from the previous ones. Its richness is more than twice as strong as before, just a full blown attack from the instinct of death!

With this palm slap, the space around was immediately swallowed by a strange and dark vortex, like a huge black hole, which was definitely even more terrifying than Zhao Yifan's attack!

boom!

call!

"Um?"

However, Chu Lingyu's palm was actually lost!
To be continued...