As Lan Feng's body trembled, the blood light and evil aura rose from the sky, and blood clouds in the air emerged out of thin air, and the scene covered a strong murderous aura.
A group of true disciples, whether they were playing or doing anything else, threw the things at hand aside, raised their heads and looked away, and the person walked towards this side.
Ziyunshan was stunned and laughed dryly. His body trembled, and his light was covered with his body, and his eyes were filled with a strong sense of fighting. "Boy, you can come here, I won't kill you."
Lan Feng moved his mind, and the halo of the dantian covered his body. He held the sky with his big hand, and a blood-colored rune appeared and appeared on his fist.
Suddenly, with the thought moving, he disappeared from the ground. In the blink of an eye, he emerged in front of Ziyun Mountain. With his big hand clenched into a fist, he blew towards Ziyun Mountain in the wind.
With a loud "boom", Ziyunshan opened his hand and rushed forward. The runes on his palm flashed, colliding with Lan Feng's fist.
The scene was accompanied by the two people colliding together with one blow, and the light rolled away. Everyone suddenly felt suppressed, and a bloody smell came towards them.
Thump... Lanfeng's body shook and he took a few steps back, but Ziyun Mountain was still motionless, staring at Lanfeng coldly.
"Yes, boy, come again." Ziyunshan shouted coldly, and his whole body jumped up, and his big hand was facing the sky and his fist was full of force, his fist strength was like a knife and a wind, with a sense of domineeringness and strength.
Lan Feng's bloody eyes were revealed and his fighting spirit surged. He used a punch to move with a hundred fists, and he slammed aura with a wild and vast atmosphere, and hit Ziyun Mountain.
"Bang bang..."
In the air, the two fists fucked Cangqiong and fought with the will of fighting, but Lan Feng's cultivation was not as good as that. After hundreds of rounds of fighting, he was hit in front of his chest by Ziyunshan, and was directly shot down to the ground by the opponent, smashing a big pit.
Everyone looked at the eyes and showed surprise. Although it was the first time to compete, they all saw Lan Feng's strength, not a simple thing.
The cultivation level of the junior military martial arts realm and the existence of the peak military martial arts realm head-on. What kind of talent is this? Is it a leap challenge? As long as time is given, it is not a problem for Lan Feng to defeat Ziyun Mountain in the battle.
The most important thing is that Ziyun Mountain cultivates the ancient immortal mysterious body, which focuses on strength. The more you fight the golden body, the more powerful it is, and it is almost immortal. Lan Feng uses his own shortcomings to touch the difference, and it is natural to lose.
"Ziyi, Lanfeng is no match for Ziyun Mountain at all, and the level difference is too big." In the pavilion building, a young sister in Ziwei Palace shouted at Ziyi.
"What does it have to do with me? I deserve it if I beat him to death. I want to kill him myself. Don't expect me to save him." Ziyi snorted, turned around and went aside, unwilling to see Lan Feng's miserable appearance.
But she was unable to calm down in the pavilion. Suddenly, Ziyi roared, and her figure swayed and flew out.
"I know what Sister Lin Qiu said, she won't ignore the little sister." The little sister of Ziwei Palace looked like I knew she would have such a proud expression.
"Aoah..."
The whispers of the dragon sounded, accompanied by the blood shining around Lan Feng's body, two ancient swords emerged, and one twisted into two ancient dragons, wrapped around him and flew around him, dragging Lan Feng up.
"Haha..." Lan Feng's mouth was covered with a trace of blood, and his big hand wiped it away, and the blood was red. The person suddenly became extremely bloodthirsty.
Ziyunshan's big hand trembled slightly. It was obvious that it was just now that it was hard to fight with Lanfeng, which made his fist hurt. He looked at Lanfeng with a hint of shock on his face.
Lan Feng's entire body merged into the halo of the dantian, and he didn't feel the domineering feeling of looking down at the heroes without feeling.
He was filled with a surging fighting spirit in his heart, completely forgetting about other things, only fighting, bloody battle.
At this time, Ziyi came out of the air, exposed in front of Lanfeng. She stared at Lanfeng coldly. Lanfeng instinctively wanted to urge the ancient dragon to kill him. After seeing that it was Ziyi, he stopped and stared at the girl with bloody eyes.
"Go back, get back, now go back immediately, sister Lin Qiu said, don't you go back?" Ziyi slapped the ancient dragon in the open space with her jade hand and stared at Lan Feng and shouted. She lost her good temper when she saw Lan Feng.
"Does she still care about me?" Lan Feng murmured, staring at Ziyi like a bloody light, "Where is she? Tell me, tell me, don't say I will kill you."
Ziyi was stared at Lan Feng's bloody eyes, and felt a palpitation. She felt like she fell into the Nine Netherworld Hell, with hundreds of ghosts plagued by them, and demons flying all over the sky.
"Boy, do you still have to fight?" Ziyun Mountain stood in the void and looked down.
"I'm sorry, I'm too excited." Lan Feng whispered as if he had come back to his senses. With a thought, his figure flashed and disappeared in front of Ziyi's body, making it impossible to find its trace. This is the Demon Thought Ninety Mile Divine Skill.
After entering the military and martial arts realm, the demon thought was 90,000 miles away and was so amazing that it was Lan Feng. With a thought, it appeared in front of Ziyun Mountain and confronted him.
Lan Feng's blood light and evil spirit surged, his blood eyes were as beautiful as red. The blood map was activated by him and draped on his body. His whole body was like a blood man who came out of the sea of blood. The crazy killing was surging in his heart. He just wanted to fight now.
"If you want to fight, fight, why should I be afraid?" Lan Feng said coldly, and his voice rushed towards Ziyun Mountain with a big momentum.
Above the clouds, the head of the Nine Courtyard sits entrenched and hangs among the clouds. They have a spirit of Taoist bone fairy wind. They see everything below, but do not show up to mediate these juniors, as if they want to see how their cultivation and combat power are among the disciples.
"Old Long, you called a good disciple, but you are still not as good as my Yunshan. The realm is too far apart. But if you can fight for so long, you will be satisfied." The owner of the Ruyuan Garden saw the war below and shouted proudly at Long Xiaotian.
"The demonic energy is still a passionate species? Hehe..." The owner of Biluo Courtyard smiled, and he was always worried about Lan Feng's killing Qiu Ruofeng.
Hearing this, the palace master of Ziwei Palace, Fairy Zixia snorted coldly and stared at Long Xiaotian with a hatred, but without saying anything, he turned his head back.
"Boom..."
Below, the two of Lanfeng and Ziyun Mountain entered a state of white Zhihua. The blood map turned into a blood-colored rune to cover the body. The mountain and river map was used by Lanfeng. The mountains and rivers moved, and the lines on the map were urging to light up.
The mysterious body of Ziyun Mountain changed, and the rune secret power was lit up bit by bit, and the whole person slowly grew bigger, like a giant, standing on the sky with big feet, with golden wings behind it, and a slap of the wind and clouds changed color, and a big hand raised to tear open the mountains, rivers and rivers.
Lan Feng was hit by Ziyun Mountain and lost the power to fight back. He just stood up again and again with his strong body, his whole body was covered in blood.
"Boom..."
Suddenly, the entire air shook, and the whole sky was about to collapse.
"This was not attracted by those two juniors." Long Xiaotian's face suddenly turned pale.
During this sway, Long Xiaotian felt a terrible force breaking through the air. This power was so powerful that he had no power to fight at all.
The other eight people felt the same way, and they all looked shocked.
Then, the juniors tear the sky and shine with light, and then a middle-aged man emerged out of thin air. This man was surrounded by a sense of a dominance of the world and an absolute overlord.
"It's the dean." Long Xiaotian had the highest cultivation level among the nine people, and could see clearly the middle-aged man's face hidden in a Taoist craft through the gray fog at a glance.