As he asked, although Ali and Dazhuang were worried, their belief in Brother Hua still maintained the same level of faith in the past.

"We believe in you."

"Believe me and listen to me. Dragons will let me deal with it. I swear in front of you both that I will kill him today."

As Yang Hua finished speaking, extremely strong fighting spirit appeared in his eyes again, and the two brothers nodded there.

The ghost over there looked at Yang Hua, stretched out a wide palm and patted Yang Hua's shoulder in front of him and said, "Yang Hua, you want to kill him. Don't forget, you and I have an appointment, because I will defeat you one day or later."

After saying that, Yang Hua smiled and looked at the heroic ghost in front of him.

Then Yang Hua seemed to be a little sleepy when walking, and went to get the dragon-patterned sword that fell to the ground next to him.

After a sword was in hand, the Dragon Pattern Sword made a buzzing sound again.

Then Yang Hua raised his eyes with strong fighting spirit.

He stabbed out a sword and led tens of thousands of sword flowers toward the dragon.

Long Huijun had a vicious smile in his eyes and murmured: "Three Killings!"

"I didn't expect that the old guy would pass on all his family skills to you." After Long Huijun said the words, the Dragon Sword in his hand also stabbed out quickly.

His Dragon Sword was extremely light, while the dragon-patterned sword in Yang Hua's hand seemed masculine and tyrannical.

When weaved together at this moment, we could only see two sword lights storming in the entire space.

With a bang, the dragon-patterned sword in Yang Hua's hand used the second move of the three kills, and his dragon-patterned sword also made a hissing sound.

A powerful and domineering sword slashed towards the dragon club like a thousand thunder.

The accompanying sword energy swept across the world, and the dragon came to an end, so he didn't dare to be careless, and the Dragon Sword in his hand struggled to block it.

The second move in the three-killing slaughter was still broken by the Dragon Society.

"Come on, I want to see how powerful your three-killing slash is? Use the third move." Long Huijun said rampantly holding the Youlong Sword in his hand.

He knew very well that the three-kill slash had to be condensed by the strength of his body to exert great power. But now? Yang Hua had hit his own sword before, and his flying dragon in the sky just now almost killed Yang Hua. Now Yang Hua can be said to be at the end of his strength. It would be quite difficult to use his remaining body to use the last move of the three-kill slash, a sword with extremely killing power.

Even if Yang Hua can use the last sword, it will not be very powerful, because Yang Hua's physical strength has reached the limit of his body, so there is no need to worry about the dragon meeting in front of him.

But is this really the case?

A loud shout sounded out, and the dragon-patterned sword in Yang Hua's hand in front of him seemed to be trying to use the third move of the three kills, and the whole world had changed color.

When the dragon felt the boundless sword energy attack, the Dragon Sword in his hand quickly drew a huge circle and tried hard to protect himself. There was no way, the last move of the three-kill slash was extremely fierce.

Just when Long Huijun was ready to deal with Yang Hua's last move in the three-killing slaughter, the dragon-patterned sword in Yang Hua's hand flew out of his hand.

Shoot straight towards the dragon.

Longhui couldn't help but be stunned: it was not the last move to kill three times.

The Youlong Sword in his hand blocked violently. The Youlong Sword and Yang Hua's dragon pattern sword hit each other hard, making a crisp sound. Then he saw Yang Hua attacking with bare hands.

This made Long Huijun Wan in front of him unexpected.

He actually abandoned his sword and used close combat instead?

Isn't this? Long Huijun was stunned. The Youlong Sword in his hand was killed and stabbed out quickly, but Yang Hua's figure had already reached his side. The Youlong Sword pierced out. Yang Hua raised his hand and used the little grasp hand that Bai Shuairen gave him in the black prison. He grabbed Long Huijun's arm, and then turned his wrist. Long Huijun suddenly felt a pain in his arm.

The Dragon Sword in his hand fell to the ground with a bang.

Just as it fell down, Yang Hua in front of him kicked out two feet quickly, and the dragon came out furious and quickly dodged.

But Yang Hua did not give Long Huijun a chance. His footsteps suddenly rushed in front of the tower. One hand was attacking Long Huijun's left shoulder, and suddenly turned his claws into fists, and punched Long Huijun's abdomen.

With a bang, the dragon was hit hard and fell to the sky.

But Yang Hua did not give Long Huijun a chance to turn over. He ran over quickly and continued to attack again. Long Huijun, who was severely injured, struggled to get up.

However, facing Yang Hua's stormy attack, he seemed a little busy.

Bang bang, two palms!

Each of them was each hit and fell backwards. The dragon and Yang Hua in front of them fell to the ground.

Then the two of them got up again and continued to fight again.

He stunned Ali, Dazhuang and the heroic ghost next to him.

This is simply a desperate battle!

Originally, Yang Hua was severely injured. Logically speaking, he should be weaker, but he didn't expect his offensive to appear sharper and more powerful.

And what about Long Huijun? He was also shocked. He didn't expect Yang Hua in front of him to attack like crazy.

When the two of them fell three times in a row, they stood up at the end.

Long Huijun slapped Yang Hua's chest with a slap of blood, and a mouthful of blood spit out from the corner of Yang Hua's mouth. Where is Yang Hua? He held the blood in his mouth and spit it on Long Huijun's face.

The moment when the scarlet blood was spit on Long Huijun's face, Long Huijun's eyes were filled with blood-red color, so he quickly wiped his face with his hands.

But Yang Hua suddenly locked Long Huijun's neck like an iron chain.

Long Huijun's face was covered in blood at this moment, and the blood on Yang Hua's face looked really ferocious. What about Yang Hua? He tied his neck tightly with one arm, and with a bang, the two of them fell to the ground at the same time.

But even though he fell to the ground, Yang Hua still strangled Long Huijun's neck fiercely.

Long Huijun was tightly strangled like this, his whole face was covered in blood, ferocious, and his hands were still struggling, but what about Yang Hua? He didn't give him a chance.

"Long Huijun, today I want you to die at my hands."

Ah, a long roar towards the sky.

The surroundings were quiet! The air seemed to condense, and even the wind seemed to stop.

Looking at the field again, Long Huijun, who was struggling, was pressed tightly on the ground by Yang Hua. Yang Huayong's steel-like arms strangled Long Huijun's neck, and what about Long Huijun? His eyes seemed to be bulging out, and his limbs finally stopped.

Dead.

A generation of heroes finally died.

And what about Yang Hua? His face was covered in blood and he couldn't help but fall to the ground with a bang. He seemed to have used all his strength, and he didn't even have any consciousness at all, and fell to the ground directly.

With a click, the originally clear sky suddenly burst out, and in an instant, a storm began to storm.

The heavy raindrops hit the two people lying in the pool of blood, Yang Hua and Long Huijun.

Blood flowed on them, and cold water flowed among them.

The brothers who were running over quickly helped Yang Hua up and sank on the ground, calling out Brother Hua, but what about Yang Hua? It seemed as if he was dead and there was no movement.

Another corpse was lying on the ground, and Long Huijun was.

His body was soaked in blood, and the cold rain falling from the sky hit the hero drop by drop, becoming extremely desolate.

He finally died.

Died at Yang Hua's hands.
Chapter completed!