Song Fan is the only one who dares to scold an old man who is strong in the Yin and Yang realm.
"What a boy, you have courage!"
Luo Tiannan laughed angrily, and at the same time, an unrivaled momentum surged out of his old body and suppressed Song Fan on the martial arts stage.
"Well……"
On the fighting stage, Song Fan felt a deep oppression, like a tall mountain hanging above his head, which would fall down at any time and grind him into powder.
Song Xuan stepped forward and stood in front of Song Fan, taking Song Fan's place to bear this powerful oppression.
Song Xuan is a strong man at the peak of the True Qi Realm. Faced with this kind of pressure, he is much more calm than Song Fan.
"Father." Luo Qing couldn't help shouting as a trace of unbearability flashed across his face.
"Don't worry, your father is not an old fool yet and will not take action against the two juniors, but Song Fan made rude remarks and needs to be taught a lesson." Luo Tiannan put his hands behind his back and said calmly.
"Indiscriminate old thing!" Song Fan smiled sadly and angrily in his heart.
Luo Tiannan's gentle words made the Song family bow their heads, which was simply too much bullying. The voices, faces, and smiles of those dead clan members appeared one by one in front of Song Fan's eyes, stimulating his brain and nerves.
"Kill! We must kill Yang Honglie and Yan Xiao to avenge our clan!"
An unprecedented murderous intention surged out of Song Fan's heart.
Then, Song Fan suddenly moved, as fast as lightning, and rushed towards Yang Honglie on the martial arts stage, punching him hard.
"Junior, be brave!"
High in the sky, Luo Tiannan was furious. He did not expect that Song Fan would dare to take action under his nose.
"Dragon Catcher!"
Luo Tiannan used a low-level martial art, Dragon Capturing Hand.
Suddenly, a huge palm formed out of thin air and grabbed Song Fan. Such a low-level martial arts exerted infinite power in the hands of a strong man in the Yin and Yang realm.
"Song Fan, what are you going to do!" Yang Honglie yelled in panic, discovering Song Fan's intention.
In the previous fight with Song Xuan, Yang Honglie was seriously injured and had lost his ability to fight. He was very weak at this time. Yang Honglie's face was filled with fear and he retreated at a loss, not daring to face Song Fan at all.
"Die!" Song Fan had a ferocious look on his face and approached Yang Honglie as fast as thunder.
Finally, Luo Tiannan's dragon-capturing hands descended like lightning, grabbed Song Fan, and held him tightly in his hands, unable to move at all.
At this moment, Song Fan was only a few steps away from Yang Honglie. If the dragon-capturing hand had fallen slower, Yang Honglie might have died.
"Only a little bit."
Song Fan, who was caught by the Dragon Captor, had a look of unwillingness on his face. He was only a few steps away. If his speed could be faster, Yang Honglie would definitely die.
At this moment, Song Fan was tightly grasped by the dragon-capturing hand. He tried his best to break free. The huge gap in strength could not be made up by anything else. This was the power of a strong man in the Yin-Yang realm.
"Song Fan is such a good person. He is worthy of being Song Tianxing's son. Just like your father Song Tianxing, you are both so unruly and unruly, so overconfident."
Luo Tiannan looked at Song Fan with a gloomy face and slowly spoke.
Hearing this, Song Fan suddenly raised his head, looked at Luo Tiannan with burning eyes, and roared: "You have no right to judge my father, old man!"
Hearing Song Fan's unkind words, Luo Tiannan's face became more gloomy, and there was a little coldness in his eyes when he looked at Song Fan.
"Song Fan, in front of Senior Luo, you actually want to kill me. You are really overestimating your capabilities."
Yang Honglie gradually came back to his senses from the state of panic, looked at Song Fan who was tightly held by the Dragon Captor, and laughed unscrupulously.
"Yang Honglie, do you think I really can't kill you?"
Song Fan, who was tightly held by the dragon-capturing hand, suddenly had a strange look in his eyes. He didn't know what he was thinking.
"Are you scaring me..." Yang Honglie opened his mouth. He was just about to laugh at Song Fan when his heart suddenly palpitated for no reason. Song Fan seemed to have asked the same question just now when he killed Yang Qi.
Subconsciously, Yang Honglie wanted to step back.
But it was too late.
A young man wearing a white robe appeared in front of Yang Honglie without any warning, as if falling from the sky. With Yang Honglie's face full of shock, he fiercely thrust out a claw and hit Yang Honglie's chest.
Yang Honglie's chest was directly penetrated, leaving a blood hole as big as a bowl, and his internal organs, intestines, etc. were flowing all over the floor.
"You!" Yang Honglie's face was full of disbelief, and his tall and straight body fell to the ground. Until the moment before his death, he did not understand how Song Fan suddenly appeared in front of him when he was clearly held tightly by the Dragon Captor.
Woolen cloth?
In full view of everyone, the young man wearing a white robe who looked exactly like Song Fan turned into a wisp of smoke and returned to Song Fan's body after killing Yang Honglie.
During this process, Song Fan was tightly held by the dragon-capturing hand and did not leave the spot even a step.
"hiss!"
Everyone took a breath. The scene that just happened was so weird that it was unforgettable for everyone. Who was the young man in white robe who appeared out of thin air? How could there be two Song Fans? How could there be two in the world?
Exactly the same person?
"Shenfa martial arts! This is Shenfa martial arts!"
High in the air, Luo Tiannan couldn't help but lost his voice, recognizing the special martial arts of Shenfa Wushu. There was deep shock and anger on his old face.
"Shenfa martial arts?"
At this time, everyone in the square also came to their senses and pondered these four words carefully. Many people had heard of this special martial arts, but because it was too rare, few people practiced this martial arts.
.Some people suddenly realized that what Song Fan had just performed was a form of martial arts.
On the fighting stage, Yan Xiao and Yan Hong's father and son looked extremely frightened. They left the fighting stage in a panic and flew in the direction of Luo Tiannan.
After witnessing Yang Honglie's death, Yan Xiao and Yan Hong just wanted to stay away from Song Fan, a murderous demon who did not blink an eye.
"After all the hardships, this first phantom clone was finally condensed."
The strong murderous intention towards Yang Honglie inspired Song Fan's infinite potential. In the few breaths he was caught by the dragon-capturing hand, he had a new understanding. He finally condensed the first phantom clone and took the step of practicing "Phantom".
The first step of Shen Dharma.
The young man wearing a white robe just now who looked exactly like Song Fan was not Song Fan, but the phantom clone condensed by Song Fan. The first thing Song Fan condensed into the first phantom clone was to
Yang Honglie beheaded him.
"This child cannot be kept!"
At this moment, Luo Tiannan's eyes changed when he looked at Song Fan. Song Fan beheaded Yang Honglie in front of him, which was tantamount to a slap in Luo Tiannan's old face.
Moreover, Song Fan is now the champion of the war between hundreds of tribes. Not only is he talented in martial arts, but he also possesses rare martial arts such as body martial arts. His future achievements are limitless. If he is not eliminated early, he may become a serious problem in the future.