"The next one...is you!!"

Yang Fan slowly raised the broken sword, and his sword will of the supreme dying will quickly locked in someone.

Who is your next target?

Swish!!!

Everyone's eyes were all aimed at a majestic middle-aged man wearing luxurious ancient robes in the sky... Zhendong Hou!!!

Zhendong Hou's face turned pale, and when his body stiffened, he felt a breath of death coming from his head.

Although he had made various precautions in advance, he even had the idea of ​​a way out to escape.

However, when he was truly locked in the mind of the unparalleled broken sword, any preparation movement seemed powerless.

Although they were thousands of miles apart, in Zhendonghou's senses, this sword almost ignored the distance between them. It seemed that the broken sword had stabbed him.

When Yang Fan raised the Wushuang Broken Sword to the top of his head, he had no way out.

Not only did he have no way out, but Yang Fan was also in the death Jedi.

Either you die or I die!!

Suddenly, Zhendong Hou realized the rules in this sword.

"stop!!!"

Zhendong Hou was stern and shouted coldly.

At the same time, he was desperate to inject the power of essence and blood into the [Panlong Ring], and a powerful dragon energy condensed around him.

Even so, he still feels insecure.

"With the next sword, Yang is at least 70% sure to kill you and win a glimmer of hope for yourself. And you only have 30% chance of survival."

Yang Fan's gentle and indifferent voice spread throughout the audience in the form of a sword will.

"Why don't you... act?"

Wushuang's voice sounded in his mind, trembling slightly.

Yang Fan did not answer or explain, and his artistic conception was locked in Zhendong Hou until his death.

"Thirty percent chance of survival?" Zhen Donghou gritted his teeth and switched, and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes: "You crazy man, you are betting on your life!!"

"What you bet is fate!!" Yang Fan's voice was firm and decisive.

"But... my chance of survival is greater than yours."

Yang Fan held the broken sword's hand tightly, and a slight tremor appeared.

"Brother..."

At this moment, Yang Huixin had woken up and found that Yang Fan was not dead, with surprise in her tears.

But when she heard what Yang Fan said about gambling on life, her mind trembled and her whole heart hangs in her throat.

On the grand battlefield of the worship of thousands of swords, everyone stopped fighting.

Because they all understand that the next moment will determine life and death.

But, the chances of winning are 300 points.

Yang Fan has a 30% chance of dying, while Zhendong Hou has a 70% chance of dying.

This is life betting!!!

Bang bang!!

Bang bang!! Bang bang!!

The army of millions of immortal cultivators was silent, except for the buzzing millions of sword weapons and the banging heartbeat.

"If I admit defeat..."

Zhendong Hou said in a tentative tone.

After understanding the rules of this sword, he suddenly discovered something, and Yang Fan seemed to intentionally leave him a glimmer of hope.

Otherwise, with this son's decisiveness, he would slash him without hesitation.

"No if!" Yang Fan said in an irresistible tone: "I'll give you a way out today. First, withdraw your troops and you will not be allowed to invade the Immortal Dao Sect within a hundred years. Second, I will bet on your life with Yang!!!"

Retreat or bet on your life!!!

Countless monks on the field were shocked!!

Countless monks from the Immortal Dao Sect are filled with passion.

Ruthless enough!! Domineering enough!!

"Retreat the army...bet your life...bet your life, or will you bet your life?"

Zhendong Hou's heart was trembling and was completely intimidated by the momentum dominated by Yang Fan.

Just like, Yang Fan took the absolute initiative.

Under the gaze of millions of monks, Zhendong Hou was very embarrassed, but he had no room for resistance.

After a long time, his eyes were dim and his expression was complicated, and he took a deep breath: "I admit that you are cruel and terrible enough. In the future, you will definitely have a place in the Great Qin Immortal Cultivation World."

"The prince means..."

Old Fairy Bai Yu asked a little nervously.

At this moment, the Tianlan Immortal Formation was broken, and Zhendong Hou still had 30% chance of rebelling.

"Is this king's meaning not clear enough?" Zhendong Hou waved his hand and said weakly: "Retreat..."

retreat.

These two words are extremely heavy for Zhendonghou, and contain too much helplessness and unwillingness.

But for other kings and princes, it was a relief.

Huh~~~

Tianlin Hou and others breathed a sigh of relief, and the nervousness in their hearts disappeared.

The man holding a broken sword on the ninth peak brought them too much pressure.

No one is sure to resist the sword of death.

Not only were they unsure, even the Emperor Qin and the Lord of the Heavenly Demon Sect could not do it, and even the Grandmaster Qianqiu Wuhen thought to himself that he had no power to fight back.

For the millions of immortal cultivators below Zhendonghou, it is even more like being amnesty.

No one is willing to fight at the risk of his life.

What's more, under the magnificent landscape of the worship of thousands of swords, they have long lost the will to fight.

One person, a broken sword, the man was cast into the depths of everyone's heart like a shadow of death.

"I really didn't expect... such a carefully planned family war would be reversed by the existence of a person."

The leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect sighed softly.

When Yang Fan killed Feng Qinghou in one step and was in full state, he expected that the situation was over.

"What kind of existence does this person exist, and the broken sword in his hand."

Emperor Qin looked stern and stared at the ninth peak. The man who, with his own strength, overshadowed the army of six kings and millions of immortal cultivators.

"However, Teacher Qianqiu seemed to know him, and only after returning to Kyoto did he ask about this person..."

Qin Emperor's eyes swept through Qianqiu Wuhen and Yang Fan, and vaguely realized that these two men had a demeanor that other strong men could not possess.

"retreat."

With the order from Zhendong Hou, the remaining army of 600,000 immortal cultivators withdrew from Lingding Immortal Peak in an orderly manner.

"Retreat the Heavenly Demon Sect."

The leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect made a gesture in his hand, and the Eight-Phase Heavenly Demon melted into the dark abyss, and then turned into a black dot and merged into his palm.

He simply led the reinforcements from the Heavenly Demon Sect and immediately left Lingding Xian Peak.

On the side of Zhendong Hou, several kings and princes sorted out the remnants of defeated soldiers and flew away from Lingding Xian Peak.

Yang Fan withdrew the broken sword, and Wushuang's voice came to his mind: "Thank you."

"No, I don't want to bet on your life."

Yang Fan sighed softly.

When he used the Broken Sword and launched two life-sacrificing attacks, Wushuang Zeng's divine consciousness sent a voice: "This move can only be used three times in a row at most, otherwise it will be difficult for me to recover my body. The more I use it, the longer it takes for me to recover."

In theory, this life-sacrificing attack can support Yang Fan to use it three times in a row.

However, when Yang Fan launched the third time, Huantianya gave birth to a sensation.

Wushuang deceived him to a certain extent.

Under normal circumstances, it can indeed be used up to three consecutive times. Once it exceeds it, Wushuang will find it difficult to restore the body.
To be continued...