The people present were stunned at the same time, and they didn't expect that Ouyang Xian'er's reaction would be so huge. Perhaps they didn't expect that Ouyang Xian'er would protect Zhang Fan so much.
"I don't allow anyone to say that the young master, including my own parents!" Ouyang Xian'er bit her lips tightly. Although tears were still flowing, her expression was full of determination.
"Xian'er!" The woman was stunned. Ouyang Xian'er's personality was very similar to her former self. Thinking of this, the woman couldn't help but look up at the man, and at this time the man's eyes also fell on the woman.
The body.
The deep love revealed between eyes looking at each other, but the man who should do it still needs to do it.
"Do you plan to follow us back?" The man glanced at Ouyang Xian'er and said directly.
"Yes!" Ouyang Xian'er nodded directly.
"Very good!" The man nodded slightly, then his eyes fell on Zhang Fan and said, "Then believe it or not, I will kill this kid now!"
"You... how can you do this?" Ouyang Xian'er was stunned and hugged Zhang Fan, as if she was afraid that the man would really hurt Zhang Fan at this time.
"There is nothing to do or not. You are the daughter of Ouyang Zhenyue, so you must be taken back!" the man said coldly.
"If you kill the young master, I won't live!" Ouyang Xian'er's tears flowed, and she shook her head in Zhang Fan's arms.
"Xian'er!" Zhang Fan put his hands on Ouyang Xian'er's shoulders.
Ouyang Xian'er's body trembled and she raised her head gently.
"Stop crying, it won't look good when crying!" After the words, Zhang Fan gently wiped Ouyang Xian'er's tears, then bent down and kissed Ouyang Xian'er gently.
He smiled and said, "Where is a woman who protects women like this? Do you understand if you want to protect women? "Are you men protecting women?" After saying that, Zhang Fan gently retreated from Ouyang Xian'er's arms, and instead blocked Ouyang Xian'er's arms.
In front of you.
Lifting his head, his eyes fell on the man's body, his eyes became a little hot and a little firm. He spread his right hand and the Tianquan sword floated in his hand. The energy floated, and his long black hair was windless, and a transcendent momentum arose naturally.
,lingran, domineering, sharp.
Zixia's Nine-level realm, return to nature? Return to nature? If this situation is returning to nature and keeping a very calm mind, he won't want this Nine-level realm!
"Why do you want to fight me?" The man looked at Zhang Fan disdainfully.
"Yes!" Zhang Fan nodded slightly, with a firm look in his eyes: "I want to tell uncle that there is nothing absolute in the world. Now I may be weak in your eyes, but it does not mean that it will be the same in the future!"
"Haha, it's interesting!" The man laughed, looked at Zhang Fan seriously and then said, "Let's do this, if you can hurt me, even if it's a little bit, what's wrong with Xian'er following you?"
"This is what my uncle said!" Zhang Fan's eyes flashed with light, and his whole body became even more determined. He couldn't think so much now. He just wanted Ouyang Xian'er to stay by his side for the rest of his life!
"Hmph, I, Ouyang Zhenyue, have never beentrayed my trust!" The man snorted coldly, and after the words, the man turned around and walked outside.
Zhang Fan took a deep breath, put the little monster in his arms aside, and followed him out.
At this time, everyone also walked out, including the little monster, followed by the end and watched from a distance.
The wind was strong at the top of the peak, but the two people standing in the center of the huge peak did not fluctuate at all.
"I hope you are an affordable person, and what I want to tell you is that if you lose, I will take Xian'er away today. Do you dare to bet?" Ouyang Zhenyue asked coldly as she swept Zhang Fan and coldly
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"Haha!" Zhang Fan couldn't help laughing. Why don't you dare to be this bet for his woman? Thinking of him nodding in a blunt way, the sword in his right hand flicked, and the crazy sword intent burst out completely. These are enough
It represents Zhang Fan’s belief at this time.
The other party is very strong? But he hasn't seen anything before? Even if he dies today, he will fight for the last time. This is not only for him but also for Xian'er. He wants to prove that he has the ability to protect Ouyang Xian'er.
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"Come on, boy, just let me see how strong you are!" Ouyang Zhenyue's voice was full of coldness.
"As you wish!" Zhang Fan snorted coldly, and a afterimage appeared. He appeared in front of Ouyang Zhenyue almost the next second. No matter what, he really had to do his best this time.
"The speed is still too slow!" But again, Ouyang Zhenyue's voice came over.
"Slow down? Then I'll give you a quicker!" Zhang Fan shouted softly, purple energy soared into the sky, and the illusory sword shadow instantly condensed, the crazy sword intent floated, and the sharp aura soared into the sky.
"Sword of Gods!" Zhang Fan shouted loudly, and the sword shadow moved and smashed it hard at the man.
"The energy is too weak!" A faint voice was like a lightning strike, and it hit Zhang Fan's heart heavily.
The moment the words were finished, the man bounced his fingers, and a stream of light floated. An energy directly penetrated Zhang Fan's floating energy hit his Tianquan sword. The instantaneous trembled, causing the entire attack to dissipate instantly, and the energy was completely vented.
go out.
If Zhang Fan hadn't held the sword tightly, the sword would have flew out at this time.
After a moment of stagnation, Zhang Fan showed an incredible look on his face, but soon the energy in his body gathered again, and an illusory sword shadow suddenly appeared on his back. The third level of sword intent was not good, so the latest understanding
Where is the sword intent?
The sword shadow dissipated and instantly merged into the Tianquan Sword.
"Buzz!" Tianquan Sword trembled, as if he was extremely excited.
"Sword of Killing God!" Zhang Fan smiled disdainfully, and countless sword shadows floated towards the man's body. This layer of sword shadow possesses the energy energy to cut off the opponent, which may not be particularly mature.
, but now he doesn't care about that much.
And with the tyranny of the Sword of the God of Killing, a sword roar also sounded like a harsh sound.
"Huh!" The man's voice was surprised. It was obvious that he felt the special part of Zhang Fan's attack at this time. The energy floated. He waved his right hand gently, and accompanied by the floating and contraction of the space, it directly collided with Zhang Fan's attack.
Be together.
"The harsh sound echoed, which was the effect of the latest sword-intention cutting he had realized.
The man's eyes were even more surprised at this moment. He didn't expect that Zhang Fan's attack had such a strange effect, but he shook his head again and said, "The characteristics are good, but they are still too weak!"
As the man finished speaking, he grabbed the man's right hand, accompanied by a vast energy, Zhang Fan's attack collapsed directly.
Zhang Fan's expression was a little dull. What kind of strength is the man in front of him at this moment?
He was unwilling to give up, he was really unwilling to give up, where has he been? Is it a little bit? He can, he can definitely do it. Thinking that if he fails this time, Ouyang Xian'er will be taken away by these two people, he doesn't want to
He doesn't want to do it either.
The body shook, and the force and Zixia martial arts were adjusted at the same time. The energy around him gathered wildly from Zhang Fan's body, and the change of soul reversed became restless in an instant.
He fights, he really wants to fight. He doesn't want to regret it, he regrets it for the rest of his life.
But when the energy floated to a height, Zhang Fan pointed directly at the sky with his right sword, his eyes condensed, and he jumped for a short time, and his body approached Ouyang Zhenyue again. He did not have any complicated moves, but just slashed at him.
After passing, this energy also completely drove the tremor of space. This sword was with him with his incomparable belief and will at this moment.
The man's face was extremely calm. When he raised his right hand, a mark appeared. As the white light flowed, an extremely blocked force directly swept Zhang Fan.
"This force is only 20%!" The man looked at Zhang Fan and said word by word: "Is this your strongest attack? It's too weak. If there is nothing else, I can only take Xian'er away.
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After the words, the surging energy floated, the mark accelerated, and an extremely vast energy burst out directly, hitting Zhang Fan. At that moment, the purple thunder body refining appeared, but despite this, Zhang
Fan groaned and flew backwards.
"Haha!" Zhang Fan laughed miserably, his pupils lit up. Do you want to fight? Then fight!
When the man was rolled out, his left hand spread out, and the howling sound instantly roared. It was an extremely melodious sound. With the sound of the melodious sound, the vice president's eyes revealed an indescribable surprise.
,What is this martial soul?
The purple dragon appeared instantly, it was extremely gorgeous, fine scales, gentle body, and the melodious voice was indescribable domineering.
The purple dragon entered his body, and Zhang Fan's whole body was wrapped in purple. The purple wings instantly opened, and the body that had originally flew backwards instantly became stable.
When his body completely stabilized, Zhang Fan reached out and gently wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth. At this time, his eyes were covered with purple, revealing indescribable weirdness.
"It's just the beginning!" As he finished speaking, Zhang Fan's body moved, and crazy energy gathered. When he was ten meters away from the man, his pupils flashed instantly. At this time, the man's body became obviously stiffer.
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"It's now!" Zhang Fan shouted: "Eight Desolate Art!"
The crazy energy gathered into the seal, like Mount Tai pressing the top of the man, and frantically enveloped the man.
At this time, Zhang Fan's body continued to rush up, and the sword in his right hand floated and went out tyrannically again.
After the man's body stiffened, his eyes were filled with surprise, but he finally shook his head and said, "It's still too weak!" As he said, the crazy energy floated, and a stream of light soared into the sky.
"Thirty percent strength!"
The sound fell, and Zhang Fan, who had not yet approached Ouyang Zhenyue, was blown away again, and a mouthful of blood was spit out.