Long Chong's face was slightly distorted, and his eyes were glaring at Ning Xiaofan with a cold look.

He swore that if it was not a martial arts party at this time, he would step on the boy's face and force him to apologize, and then destroy his cultivation and let him have a long memory!

But after all, he was responsible for this matter and was inappropriate. If he took action to deal with this, it would be inappropriate...

Just as he was thinking about how to deal with Ning Xiaofan, he heard Yan Qi's roar not far away.

"No matter who you are, I'm going to kill you!!"

"Ahhh!"

Yan Qi's face was broken, as ferocious as an evil ghost from hell. He burst out with all his strength, and two huge black wings slammed behind him, holding a spear, rushed towards Ning Xiaofan desperately.

And on the spear, there were countless blood-black auras entangled, as if they had just been caught from a pool of blood, filled with endless killing and slaughtering!

"This is... the unique skill of the Chifeng Ancestor, the last move of Fuxi's Eight Seals, the Corpse Demon Spear!"

Yan Hengkong spoke in shock, thinking that Yan Qi is really worthy of being a genius that the ancestor of Chifeng is attracted to. In just a few years, he has even mastered this killing move.

"Hmph, boy, see how you block it!"

Long Chong sneered and retreated. He thought that Yan Qi's move could severely damage Xiaocheng Tantra, and this kid would definitely not be able to withstand it.

There was chaos on the martial arts stage.

Yan Qi held a blood spear in his hand and murderous intention was everywhere, but Long Chong ignored it, which suddenly aroused the anger of the martial artists in Jiangnan; while most of the children of major families of the Yan family were watching this scene with joking faces.

Ning Xiaofan slowly stood up and faced the corpse demon spear swept with the surging evil spirit. His playful voice spread throughout the audience with a faint sound.

"Just you deserve to be my Ning Xiaoyao's opponent?"

Ning Xiaoyao!

As soon as this name came out, tens of thousands of warriors were stunned.

The next second, Ning Xiaofan was like a whale swallowing the sea, taking a breath and vomiting out.

boom!

A terrifying silver storm blasted out of Ning Xiaofan's mouth, hitting the corpse demon spear directly, instantly tore it to pieces, and finally hit Yan Qi!

"Xiao Qi?!"

Yan Hengkong was shocked and his heart was shocked at the same time, "Ning Xiaoyao? How could he appear here!"

Screams came from the field.

A silver storm hit, Yan Qi's clothes were torn, and the surface of his body was covered with hundreds of small wounds of all sizes. Blood flowed out like money, and soon formed a pool of blood on the ground.

"Plop!"

Yan Qi knelt down powerlessly, and seemed to be stupid, his eyes were dull and his body was covered in blood.

"hiss--"

There was a large number of gasping sounds in the martial arts venue, and everyone was stunned.

Isn’t this Ning Xiaoyao too perverted?

Just one breath, tear down the corpse demon spear and severely injured Yan Qi? This... is this still a human?

The referee Long Chong was also stunned and looked at Ning Xiaofan with a dull face.

"My friend Xiaoyao, stop quickly!"

With a huge shout, an old figure wearing brocade clothes came to the scene with four or five disciples.

"It's the second elder of the Yan family, Yan Hengkong!" someone exclaimed.

Yan Hengkong glanced at Yan Qi in annoyance, then clasped his fists at Ning Xiaofan and smiled: "Sorry, Xiaoyao, Xiaoqi is too competitive and has done something wrong, so my Yan family took the initiative to admit defeat, and the champion is the daughter of the Ling family.

Xiaoyao, stop this on the spot, what do you think?"

The second elder of the Yan family had a flattering smile at this moment, which surprised many people.

Ning Xiaofan sneered, "Okay, just let me destroy Yan Qi."

Speak.

Yan Qi, kneeling on the ground, covered in blood, suddenly laughed. Although he had no strength to speak now, he still couldn't help laughing.

The second elder of the Yan family stood in front of him. Can Ning Xiaoyao ruin himself?

"My friend Xiaoyao, don't be more intimate!" Yan Hengkong's cheek muscles twitched violently, "Xiaoqi is the personal disciple of our clan's 'Chiming Ancestor'. Could it be that you want to destroy a favorite disciple of a powerful man in the Divine Realm?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the audience was stunned.

The Yan family is so powerful that even the ancestor of the Divine Realm has been moved out. Now, I'm afraid that no matter how powerful Ning Xiaoyao is, he has to give in, right?

Everyone thought so, even Ling Qingyao stood up from the ground, pulled Ning Xiaofan's sleeve and said, "Master, forget it, I have won the championship, there is no need to mess with the Yan family."

"Qingyao, this matter has nothing to do with you."

Ning Xiaofan said, and his cold eyes fell on Yan Qi, "I dare to insult me ​​even if I don't ruin him today, how can I be Ning Xiaoyao face?"

"Ning Xiaoyao!!"

As soon as Ning Xiaofan finished speaking, Yan Hengkong could no longer suppress his anger and scolded him: "Don't think that if you killed Sun Changsheng, your tail would rise to the sky! I tell you that in the eyes of my Yan family, you are just a slightly larger ant!"

"Yeah?"

Ning Xiaofan's eyes completely turned cold, "I'll give you one last chance... get out of here! Otherwise, I'll be useless with you."

"What a arrogant tone!"

Yan Hengkong was furious and raised his sleeves, and his internal strength surged. "I want to see, how are you going to ruin me today!!"

Instantly.

On the martial arts stage, the air seemed to have solidified, so nervous that it could not even penetrate the air.

A strong smell of gunpowder burned...

Yan Hengkong squinted his eyes, his clothes were shivering, and his internal energy was surging around him. A suffocating terrifying power suppressed the audience, and many warriors felt stuffy in their chests.

"The second elder has been at the peak of Tantric Buddhism for many years. In terms of strength, he is a little stronger than the master of the Wan Yao Valley. Today, Ning Xiaoyao must bring shame to himself!"

"Hmph, the frog in the well that can only jump around in Jiangnan. How can I know the prosperity of martial arts in my imperial capital?"

"The second elder takes great action and hit him well!"

"Teaching him to be a human being!"

Several Yan family members gathered together and sneered. But how could they know that Ning Xiaoyao is more than ten times better than Ning Xiaoyao on Yangui Lake a year ago?

boom!

The granite ground exploded, and the swallow jumped into the sky, making it extremely powerful.

The second elder of the Yan family took the lead, but Ning Xiaofan stood leisurely with his hands behind his back, standing still.

Ling Qingyao was so anxious that she kept urging, "Master!"

"Qingyao, you're ready!"

At this moment, Ning Xiaofan's voice was like thunder exploding from the ground, resounding over the ten thousand-meter martial arts stage.

He narrowed his eyes and grabbed his right palm into the void, "What is the real destruction hand!"

Boom!

In an instant, a huge silver light as bright as thunder exploded from Ning Xiaofan's palm. The next moment, these Zhenwu Qi transformed from spiritual power turned into a crystal clear silver palm and grabbed Yan Hengkong in the air.

"Is this... the martial arts that Ling Qingyao used before?"

Many warriors stood up in shock, and their shocked eyes were filled with a hint of admiration and respect.
Chapter completed!