"Haha, boy, are you really scared? You bastard, you are indeed a waste."
Wang Luo laughed loudly, and the sound of low shouts came out from the black mist. Many people frowned following Wang Luo's words.
Feng Batian's eyes flashed with cold light. Even if Wang Luo didn't die this time, he would still die if he went out. He once said to himself that if anyone calls his son a waste in the future, he will fight to the death!
Ouyang Xian'er also had some anger on her face, and the purple color in her beautiful eyes suddenly deepened. Feng Batian seemed to feel something, turned his head and looked at Ouyang Xian'er in surprise and couldn't help but said: "Xian'er, you
Have you awakened your martial spirit?"
As Feng Batian finished speaking, Ouyang Xian'er raised her head, thought of something, her face became rosy, and she nodded lightly: "With the help of the young master, I broke through to the fifth level, and then awakened my martial spirit."
"No wonder." Feng Batian nodded, his eyes falling on the battlefield again.
Ouyang Xian'er's beautiful eyes flickered a little, and her gaze shifted.
At this time, Zhang Fan, who was hidden deep in the black mist, looked unmoved when he heard Wang Luo's words. He naturally understood that Wang Luo was provoking him. Although his body moved slightly, his eyes became colder and colder.
"Hey, kid, do you dare to come out and compete with me?"
Wang Luo's voice still lingered. Seeing that he could not motivate Zhang Fan no matter what, his heart was full of anger, and the words in his mouth became more and more vicious. At this time, he had to admire Zhang Fan's character. If it were anyone else,
I'm afraid people will rush out to fight him, right?
But he didn't understand Zhang Fan's character. He was a killer before, a supreme killer. If someone teased him with just a few words, then he wouldn't be worthy of the title of 'God's Punishment'.
Wang Luo's eyes flickered, or he was a little helpless. This black mist was his domain, but now it had become the opponent's advantageous area no matter how he looked at it.
Canceled? Wang Luo's heart once again had such an idea, because if the stalemate continued like this, it would be him who would be embarrassed. Just imagine, a master at the martial arts level could not do anything to a young boy who had just fledged? Let's not talk about others.
Look at it, I'm afraid he himself can't pass this level of his own!
It may make people look down upon him to take back the black mist he set up, but if he still wins in the end, he believes that no matter how much he talks about it, he will definitely keep his mouth shut.
Thinking of this, the black light on my body started to stir. Now that I have decided, let's do it.
A suction force bloomed from Wang Luo's body, and the black mist around him suddenly surged and clung to Zhang Fan's body.
"I told you to hide!" Wang Luo's face showed a bloodthirsty smile again. When the black fog cleared, Zhang Fan would be greeted by his crazy blow.
Zhang Fan, who was hiding in the depths, naturally felt the movements of the black mist, and narrowed his eyes slightly, waiting for an opportunity to make the best move.
The black mist thinned little by little. Wang Luo's eyes swept back and forth. The suction force on his body suddenly became stronger. The energy on his body was beating wildly, and the aura of a martial artist suddenly burst out.
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Some people say that the best time to take action is when a person's momentum is at its calmest, but Zhang Fan doesn't think so. When a person's momentum is at its highest, that person's defense may be the most lax.
There was no movement at all, his breath was silent. With the help of the black mist that had not dissipated, Zhang Fan's body moved. His left hand spread out, and a faint golden light flowed out. There was no fluctuation at all. He stepped on the steps, and his body transformed into three or four shapes.
The shadow rushed forward.
When he was less than three meters away from Wang Luo, the sword in Zhang Fan's right hand trembled instantly, purple light appeared, and while the sword trembled, it instantly levitated.
Spreading his right hand, he slapped the hilt of the sword. A force was transmitted to it. The sword trembled and a buzzing sound sounded. Wang Luo was shaken all over and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. Can you finally bear to take action?
?
The aura of killing turned into a beautiful arc and swept towards Wang Luo's body at another angle. With the aura of killing and killing, it swept directly towards Wang Luo's body. This is regarded as Yun Luo's sword technique.
, the second move is another form of Yujian's attack.
"Are you here?" Feeling the chilling air of being destroyed, Wang Luo sneered at the corner of his mouth, the black belt on his body suddenly burst out, he turned around and swept out behind him in an instant.
The light flashed, and Zhang Fan's body was like lightning, or like a tiger waiting for an opportunity to ambush. It was very fast, and the opportunity was not created by himself. This has always been Zhang Fan's habit!
The Xuanyuan Sword in his left hand instantly emitted a terrifying dazzling light, the cyclone rotated crazily, and the power of Zixia Kung Fu disappeared quickly, but a breathtaking spiritual energy like a volcanic eruption erupted instantly.
Before the black mist dissipated, Zhang Fan flicked his left hand, and a golden light pierced the sky and swept towards Wang Luo's body.
Wang Luo was shocked to know that he had been fooled, and he felt a little violent in his heart. When the black belt swept the sword that came forward, he turned around, and the triangular fork in his hand swept forward with a crazy surging black light.
Without any sound, the triangular fork broke directly. Then Wang Luo's expression turned dull, with a look of disbelief on his face. Looking down, there was a bloody hole in his chest.
Feeling wet but without the slightest pain, Wang Luo stretched out his right hand and touched his chest. When he opened his hand, he saw that the entire palm of his hand was soaked in red.
His pupils dilated slightly. What kind of attack was this? At this time, he could clearly feel that his energy was quickly dissipating.
He couldn't believe it, he really couldn't believe it, but what followed was a sense of madness, death? Even if he died, he would have to take someone on his back!
The energy in his body rioted crazily, and the black belt no longer managed the sword. More than a dozen black belts mixed with strange black light swept towards Zhang Fan's body, like a spider with teeth and claws.
Zhang Fan was horrified in his heart. He didn't expect that Wang Luo could unleash such a powerful attack even when he was dead.
As his mind trembled, the cyclone in his body violently rioted again. He spread his left hand again, and a golden sword emerged.
That sword carries a transcendent aura, that sword carries a terrifying sharp aura, that sword carries an aura of royal demeanor! Wang Luo's eyes widened, is this Zhang Fan's martial soul? Sword soul? A weapon.
The existence that ranks absolutely among the souls, but this sword soul has a feeling that he has never felt before. Under the momentum of that sword, he actually feels like surrendering to it. It is said that that sword looks down on the world.
Don't be too guilty.
The dazzling golden light stood out, and at the moment when the Zixia technique in Zhang Fan's body was evacuated, Xuanyuan Sword trembled, and the sharp sword energy burst out with an irresistible feeling and dazzling brilliance.
The black mist that had not dissipated after the breakthrough swept out directly, and everyone present was shocked at the same time. The sword energy was terrifying, and the transcendent feeling shook many people.
Especially the middle-aged man who was the referee, his pupils widened and he showed a look of disbelief. Could this sword energy be used by the sword-wielding young man?
While the whole audience was shocked, Wang Luo's black belts were all cut off. He lowered his head again and looked at his chest. Three or four blood holes suddenly appeared there again.
He raised his head with difficulty, looked at Zhang Fan, his lips moved, and he lay down straight.
Zhang Fan's face was pale at this time, and the purple light on his body completely disappeared. As the black mist invaded, he suddenly felt weak and weak all over his body. He raised his right hand, and the weak purple light flowed. The sword trembled instantly and fell on it.
It fell into his hand, and while he was half-kneeling down, the sword in his hand rested directly on the ground.
Gritting his teeth, beads of sweat dripped from his forehead. His supreme killer would not fall down easily.
Without the support of Wang Luo's energy, the dark fog that had become thinner quickly dissipated, and the situation of the entire battlefield was now fully displayed in front of everyone.
Their minds trembled again, and they clearly saw Wang Luo's body lying there with no breath, and the young man in white robe, half kneeling on the ground, with a look of resoluteness on his pale face, gritting his teeth, leaning on
The sword stood up little by little.
It is a kind of spirit, a kind of spirit that even if a man encounters great hardships, he will still not fall, even if the world falls apart, he will continue to strive for self-improvement!
Without any noise, everyone's eyes fell on the young man in white robe, waiting for the moment he stood up.
Zhang Fan's body was trembling slightly. He couldn't fall down. Even if he fell down, he had to stand up and fall down. He Zhang Fan! is the supreme killer, the undefeated God of War in his previous life. If he collapses now, first of all, his character
It will be slightly affected, and it will definitely be affected to some extent in the future of cultivation.
The body straightened up little by little. Everyone understood how much strength Zhang Fan used and what kind of spirit he had to support Zhang Fan?
"Miss...!" Zi Ling's voice trembled and she closed her eyes, not daring to look at Zhang Fan anymore.
Ye Xiangxuan's expression was a little dull, and her inner breath was making waves. No matter what kind of scene Zhang Fan was in at this moment, the young man in white robe was deeply imprinted on her inner world.
Feng Batian didn't make the slightest move, he just looked at the young man in white robe. This persevering young man in white robe is his son. He will not help. The men of the Feng family will always rely on themselves!
At this time, Ouyang Xianer's fair face was covered with tears, and she felt waves of pain in her heart: "Young Master...!"
The middle-aged man did not go up to announce the results of the game, his eyes flickered as if he was waiting for something.
"Master...!" The man sitting next to Zhang Moben was trembling.
"Trash, they are all trash." Zhang Moben clenched his fists, his eyes flashed with a terrifying cold light, but his eyes were also deeply shocked. Zhang Fan's strength seemed to have just broken through to the fifth level warrior, but
How could a fifth-grade warrior be a master of martial arts? Jealousy, he was really jealous, this boy must die!