"Haha, I am worthy of being my disciple of Jiange! Come on, Junior Brother Lin Fan and fight Wu Dalang!"
"I heard you are farting, and I don't see what the difference in cultivation level between the two sides is. Senior Brother Wu Dalang will win and tyrannize that ignorant guy!"
“…”
With the arrival of Lin Fan and others, a climax of debate broke out again at the scene.
Lin Fan was frolicking in white clothes and came with his sword. Behind him were the other senior brothers and sisters in the Thirteenth Branch Hall. Except for the eldest brother Ye Lingyun who was in seclusion, everyone else had already arrived.
Although the battle is in progress, Lin Fan seems to be not nervous at all, with a relaxed expression, a smile on his face, and a restrained aura. If he hadn't come with a sword, everyone would have thought that this was an ordinary person without cultivation.
"Lin Fan, you're finally here."
Wu Dalang slowly stretched out his legs, stood on the battle stage with his feet, looked up at Lin Fan, and his eyes flashed with brilliance, "Come and fight!"
After saying that, Wu Dalang stretched out his right hand and grabbed it suddenly.
The black sword "Feined Domineer" fell into his hands and emitted an astonishing knife intent.
He is extremely domineering, like a prehistoric beast.
Lin Fan landed lightly on the battle stage, facing Wu Dalang's fierce aura, but his face remained unchanged and his heart was not beating. He said lightly: "You and I will have a fight at noon. The time has not yet arrived, why are you in a hurry?
?”
"Hmph!" Wu Dalang snorted coldly and said, "Anyway, I will lose sooner or later, but I understand you too. If you can delay for a while, hahaha!"
After saying that, Wu Dalang put away his knife and restrained his momentum.
Lin Fan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, looked at Wu Dalang, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Everyone in the audience calmed down and waited for the good show to happen.
The disciples of the Thirteenth Branch Hall also found a place and quietly waited for the war to begin.
"Young brother, you must win." Chu Ling'er looked at Lin Fan on the battle stage and clenched her fists tightly.
"Don't worry, the younger brother must have an unknown trump card. Perhaps it is unknown that he can defeat Wu Dalang." Mu Tianhan said softly.
At this time, Lin Fan on the battlefield suddenly moved.
"Swish!"
Wu Dalang instantly used his long sword again, and the sword intention and fighting spirit surged, setting off a frenzy on the battle stage.
"Hmm? What are you doing?" Lin Fan blinked and looked at Wu Dalang in surprise.
Wu Dalang frowned and asked, "Aren't you going to start a fight?"
Lin Fan sighed and pointed to the sky and said, "The time has not yet arrived. You are so irritable, how do you look like? I am just tired of standing and stretching. It seems that I will scare you."
As he said that, Lin Fan really stretched.
"You!..." Wu Dalang may feel that he was being played with, and his face suddenly became gloomy. He held the black knife on the ground with a "clang" sound, looked at Lin Fan with fierce eyes, gritted his teeth, "Let's let it go, let's let it go,
You are trying to show off your verbal advantage and will officially start fighting later. I hope your strength is half as powerful as your mouth!"
"It's not your worries." Lin Fan said with a smile.
A burst of laughter suddenly came from the audience.
No matter what the outcome of this showdown, at least so far, Lin Fan has the upper hand.
Of course, everyone knows that such verbal advantages are illusory. Who can laugh to the end depends on the situation after the actual fight begins.
"Hahaha, I like Junior Brother Lin Fan's character." In the stands in the east, Lotte said with a smile, "Look at Wu Dalang's face, how stinky it is."
"Hmph!" The true master standing in front snorted coldly and said lightly, "It's fancy, I don't know what it means, are all young people like this now?"
Letian, Mo Wentian and others were quite strange.
From the very beginning, this true master vaguely showed all kinds of dissatisfaction with Lin Fan.
Logically speaking, he and Lin Fan have never met, so where did they get the grudge?
And they are all disciples of Jiange, so they should be supporting Lin Fan.
But this true teacher's attitude is indeed very strange.
But Mo Wentian and the others didn't ask in detail either.
After all, there is still a big gap in identity.
Somewhere in the void, a figure stared at the battle platform and murmured to himself: "Haha, the interesting boy not only saw through the deep sword energy hidden in the Burial Sky Sword Box, but also conquered two of them.
, There is a good show to watch.”
If Lin Fan saw him, he would definitely recognize that the broken sword box was bought from this person.
The profiteer Liu Banshan!
It is not difficult to guess from Liu Banshan's words that he knew that there was sword energy in the sword box, and he also knew that the sword box was called "Zangtian Sword Box". It seems that his understanding of the sword box is Bilin
Fan is much taller, but why would he dispose of it like waste?
This matter is quite intriguing.
However, Lin Fan didn't know about this situation, and his attention was focused on Wu Dalang.
Because noon has arrived.
The war is about to begin.
"Lin Fan! It's already noon, I see what excuses you can find!" Wu Dalang's black knife was in his hand, and the blade pointed straight at Lin Fan, with a momentum soaring.
Lin Fan grinned at Wu Dalang, then flashed and disappeared directly.
"Good come!"
Not only did Wu Dalang not panic, but instead smiled grimly on his face, he clasped his long sword in his hands and slashed hard towards the front.
A sharp whistling sound echoed.
A black sword light roared out.
A figure could be seen flashing to the side, then gently tapped the ground with his toes and rushed towards Wu Dalang from the side.
The demon's fierce power is already in hand.
The purple light is strong and the demonic energy is surging.
Lin Fan slashed at Wu Dalang with a fierce sword.
Wu Dalang's movements were also very fast. He flipped his wrist and swept out his long sword.
A "clang" sounded, and the sword collided.
Lin Fan retreated directly.
On the other hand, Wu Dalang stood firmly, without moving at all.
Judging from this wave of battle alone, Wu Dalang has the upper hand.
But Lin Fan didn't think so.
Although he was the one who retreated with one move, the retreating action had completely resolved Wu Dalang's strength.
On the other hand, Wu Dalang actually forced himself to remain motionless, and seemed as stable as Mount Tai, but in fact, he did this, only he could only tell the pain inside.
Logically speaking, Wu Dalang should not be so unbearable.
And the reason for this is that Lin Fan has some thoughts.
As the saying goes, "One concert will bring you down and three times."
Just now, Wu Dalang was full of momentum to fight Lin Fan twice, but Lin Fan refused because the time was not here. This was not a big deal, but the opponents of experts were not only strong, but in addition to their hard power,
Momentum is also a very important influencing factor.
Those two failed invitations and battles greatly affected Wu Dalang's momentum.
But Wu Dalang didn't care.
However, it is precisely because of this that the gap between the two people's strength has been narrowed a lot.
Wu Dalang seemed to have realized something was wrong at this moment. He frowned and said in a deep voice: "What a deep-minded dog! But if you think you can win with such a small means, then you
It's too naive!"
After saying that, Wu Dalang lifted his long sword backwards, ran up wildly, and rushed towards Lin Fan.
Lin Fan's sword was in his hand and exploded directly in full state.
The Blood Evil Crazy Curse directly added up thirty-two superimposed.
The divine snail wave attacked quietly.
At the same time, Lin Fan waved his sword with his right hand and slashed out a red sword energy.
The left hand came out, and the Taihuangtian Palm roared out.
The eyes suddenly appeared on the forehead, and the Hongmeng Nirvana demonic pupil with a destructive aura burst into pieces towards Wu Dalang.