Hong Jie secretly cried out, because he knew that the young master's old habit of thinking of himself as aloof had happened again.
Tang Fan's physical body is really strong. Although the young master is highly skilled, he may not be able to kill the opponent with just three moves.
"Shut up, you have no business talking here!"
After Yao Ming finished speaking, without waiting for Tang Fan to reply, he raised his right hand and punched fiercely.
The blood energy behind him replenished the energy of this punch, and a fist shadow full of evil energy rushed towards Tang Fan, with an evil spirit inside it, emitting powerful devouring power.
"Despicable, you...you sneak attack!"
Tang Fan screamed, pretended to be scared, and hurriedly punched to meet the enemy. He did not use all his strength and only punched three shadows.
Although the golden fist shadow was quite powerful, it was significantly smaller than Yao Ming's bloody fist shadow.
"This is the punishment you deserve!"
Yao Ming looked proud, thinking that he was just smart. No matter how strong the opponent's body was, if he was not prepared in advance, he would never be able to withstand his punch.
"boom!"
The moment the fists collided, there was a roar that shook the sky, and nothingness was distorted.
Tang Fan's golden fist shadow was the first to disintegrate, and the bloody evil energy filled the air in all directions. The wronged soul inside dispersed and rushed towards Tang Fan's mind crazily, launching a second attack on his soul.
"ah!"
Tang Fan screamed, his body flew backwards, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth on purpose, making him look like he was seriously injured.
"The young master is mighty, with two more punches, he will definitely be killed!"
Hong Jie looked at Tang Fan's miserable state and immediately encouraged his young master.
"You...you don't want to enter Wude, I'm not ready yet, ah...poof!"
Tang Fan was extremely angry, and while roaring, he spat out blood again.
"Second punch!"
Yao Ming didn't know that Tang Fan was acting, and wanted to strike while the iron was hot. He rushed forward quickly and punched the second time.
This punch was even more powerful, the sky was dyed red, and the setting sun was filled with bloodthirsty blood, which was frightening.
The violent blood-colored fist shadows erupted suddenly, surrounding Tang Fan. There were countless grievance souls wailing inside, disturbing people's minds.
"Ah...you forced me to do this!"
Tang Fan looked like he was being driven crazy. He made a finger and a red light flew out from behind, like a fire dragon, roaring towards the huge fist shadow.
"This is... such a powerful sword. Could it be that this sword is his strength?"
Yao Ming stared blankly at the Sky-Destroying Flying Sword, his eyes filled with greed, and he couldn't help but want to seize the treasure.
"Bang bang bang..."
The roaring sky-cutting flying sword passed through the shadow of the fist, and the blood could not withstand the fiery aura on the sword. When it was split into two, the wronged soul inside was instantly destroyed and turned into ashes.
"die!"
Tang Fan made a gesture with his finger, and the sky-cutting flying sword passed through the blood and shot straight towards Yaoming.
"Hmph, although this sword is extraordinary, it's not that easy to kill me!"
Yao Ming slammed the storage bag, and a golden shield flew out in front of him, and then a bloody spear flew out from behind the shield.
Suddenly the light shone, not only protecting himself, but also launching a counterattack.
"Compared with my wealth, Master, the most important thing I lack is magic weapon!"
Tang Fan waved his hand again, a silver light flashed, and the cold iron ice blade roared away, fighting with the opponent's bloody spear.
Not to mention that, he took out dozens of flying swords from the Qiankun Bag. The swords were bright and densely packed, forming a windless sword formation and shooting at Yaoming crazily.
"With so many flying swords, this boy... must be a genius of a certain sect or a child of a noble family!"
Yao Ming was thinking in his heart, and his desire to seize the treasure became even stronger.
However, he cared most about others showing off in front of him.
Yao Ming was very competitive. At this moment, his brain was congested and his eyes were red. He took out the magic weapon from his storage bag and threw it at Tang Fan again.
Yao Ming has a special status in the Blood Saint Sect. He has been favored since childhood, and naturally received a lot of cultivation resources.
"Ye Tang, how can you beat me when comparing magic weapons? Haha..."
Yao Ming crossed his arms and looked aloof.
What a pair of idiots, two funny people!
Hong Jie was so angry that he didn't even know what to say. He originally expected the young master to kill Tang Fan, but who would have thought that the two people's fighting skills would turn into a magic weapon for competition, which is simply ridiculous.
"Bang bang bang..."
The magic weapons of the two collided together, all kinds of lights were shining brightly, it was so lively.
"Isn't he just the village chief's stupid son? He's quite a bitch. I still have it, young master!"
Tang Fan threw out magic weapons again. Although the quality was uneven, the quantity was large and varied.
These magic weapons are the trophies he has accumulated over a long period of time, and now they have reached an astonishing number.
"This...this..."
Yao Ming opened his eyes wide. Even he was shocked by the number of magic weapons in front of him.
"Humph, you don't have any anymore, right?"
Tang Fan also crossed his arms and laughed proudly: "Boy, just give up, look at how poor you are! Haha..."
"Damn it, who said I lost! No matter how many you have, you still have no power. Let you see the background of my Blood Saint Sect, which is not something a poor boy like you has ever seen!"
Yao Ming was extremely angry. With a wave of his right hand, a small ruby box flew out from his waist.
As soon as the ruby box took off into the air, it emitted a sky-high evil aura and quickly grew in size until it turned into a red jade coffin!
"Young Master, no!"
Hong Jie was so frightened that this jade coffin was a treasure of the Blood Saint Sect. The headmaster was worried about the danger of Yao Ming's trip, so he specially gave it to Yao Ming for self-defense. He was supposed to use it by surprise, but he didn't expect that the young master would take it out for the sake of face.
"The blood demon emerges and all living beings are destroyed!"
Yao Ming didn't want to be compared with Tang Fan, so he went crazy and made a gesture, and the blood energy on his body was immediately pulled together with the jade coffin. Under his control, the cover of the jade coffin vibrated, releasing a violent aura,
More roars echoed...
However, since Yao Ming was performing it for the first time and was somewhat unfamiliar, he was delayed in time.
"This thing is extraordinary. This is an opportunity to lead him somewhere else!"
Tang Fan had made up his mind, and with a wave of his hand, he recalled the Sky-Destroying Flying Sword and the Cold Iron Ice Blade, and directed them towards Yao Ming, hoping to attack while he was distracted.
"Ah... damn it, Ye Tang, you dare to make a sneak attack, wait until I sacrifice the blood demon and then compete with you!"
Yao Ming roared loudly, threw the magic weapon to resist, and at the same time increased his cultivation to refine the jade coffin.
But his mind was unstable, and apart from the more violent vibrations in the jade coffin, the strong man inside did not appear.
"Young Master..."
Hong Jie suddenly felt disgraced. His young master's behavior was really embarrassing.
"I don't care about you!"
Tang Fan gritted his teeth, raised his right hand and struck a shocking punch.
The power of the five immortal veins and the Panshan Sutra moved at the same time, and the five figures stepped out from his body, and finally overlapped, forming several times the power, and exploded.
"Ah...he was still hiding before!"
Yao Ming looked at the expanding shadow of the golden fist in front of him. All he could see was the golden light, and he felt a terrible life and death crisis.
If hit by this punch, the consequences would be unimaginable.
He ignored the jade coffin and used full speed to escape to one side.
The jade coffin lost its cultivation blessing and returned to the size of a jade box, floating in the air.
"Bang!"
There was a loud roar, and the shadow of the fist exploded in front of him. It was so powerful that the void trembled, and the intense light was so irritating that people couldn't open their eyes.
When Yao Ming ran away, he couldn't even take care of the jade coffin, let alone Hong Jie.
Hong Jie was already seriously injured, but this time he was hit by the light of the fist again. His body was blown away again, and the injuries that had just stabilized were aggravated again.
"Ah... Ye Tang, you and I are at odds with each other!"
Hong Jie howled angrily, and his body was already wet with blood.
"What kind of magical power is this? It's so powerful. Fortunately, I can run fast..."
Yao Ming stared at the still spreading golden light with a shocked expression on his face.
"Now!"
While they were in a daze, Tang Fan's body suddenly flew out and turned into an afterimage. Finally, he grabbed the jade box in the air, turned around and ran away, taking the opportunity to stay away from the Widow's House Villa.
"Haha, it's mine!"
Tang Fan's laughter spread for miles, and he was extremely proud.