The autumn night was exceptionally cool, but the masked Song Jingtian seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar, because in front of him stood a white-faced middle-aged man like a ghost.

Zhuo Fan, like Song Jingtian, is an acquired powerhouse at the peak of the sixth order of ancient martial arts. What made Song shocked was that this Zhuo Fan hadn't done his best just now. A body of true qi, not all of which have burst out, seems to be able to compete with himself with the physical attack of his body alone.

"Who the hell sent you to oppose me? A boundless wave of heat poured out of Song Jingtian's body, and his eyes shot out two fiery red rays, staring at Zhuo Fan and saying fiercely.

After the battle just now, Song Jingtian was secretly frightened, this thief King Zhuo Fan was more than one and a half points stronger than the rumors. With Zhuo Fan's hard move, his palms were still numb.

"A person you can't afford to mess with, and you shouldn't mess with it!" No longer suppressing his strength, the huge momentum of the peak powerhouse of the day after tomorrow completely burst out, and the coercion mixed with the awe-inspiring murderous aura continued to erode and suppress Song Jingtian, who couldn't help but take a step back.

"Haha...... The dignified leader of the Qinglong Gang, will you still be afraid of me Zhuo Fan? I see fear in your eyes. Zhuo Fan's ridicule stabbed Song Jingtian's heart like a steel cone.

If it was before, he might not have taken Zhuo Fan in his eyes at all, Zhuo Fan was just a thief with strong martial arts and good at escaping.

But the current situation is different, this Zhuo Fan's strength is so strong that even he has no confidence to defeat him.

"Now the people of the Dongfang family and the Long family should have begun to attack the Qinglong Gang, without you backbones, I don't know who else can withstand the attack of the two masters. Come on, as long as you defeat me, you can rush back to relieve the siege of the Blue Dragon Gang, otherwise today is likely to be the end of the Green Dragon Gang. Zhuo Fan continued to stimulate Song Jingtian.

Song Jingtian was startled at first, and then he looked up to the sky and laughed.

"Haha...... It's really a way to heaven that you don't go, and hell has no door but breaks in, you say that our Qinglong Gang is pouring out, so there is really no master in charge? Very good, this time, not only can you be eliminated, but also the Dongfang family and the Long family can be wiped out in one go, after tonight, only my Qinglong Gang will be the only one left in the entire southern ancient martial arts world. ”

Song Jingtian's joy was not concealed at all, however, Zhuo Fan opposite Song Jingtian still did not change his face, but just snorted coldly.

"You're talking about that old monster in the Chaos Gate? Hehe! With my master taking action, it seems that the old guy is also in danger. ”

At this time, Song Jingtian couldn't help but shake his body, and a cold aura rose from the bottom of his heart: "What are you talking about? This is impossible, the Dongfang family and the Long family don't have innate level ancient martial artists at all, it's difficult to ...... Don't...... It's ......!"

Song Jingtian seemed to think of something that shocked him very much, his voice changed, and his soaring momentum was even weaker, and his impeccable mind suddenly appeared a flaw.

"Good opportunity. Zhuo Fan was overjoyed in his heart, and shouted loudly, as if a thunder sounded out of thin air, and at the same time, his feet slammed on the ground, and the ground under his feet was suddenly trampled to pieces, and cracks spread outward, and the person had turned into a lightning bolt and rushed towards Song Jingtian.

Strong winds stirred up smoke and dust in the sky.

The sharp blades on the steel armguards, like two wings, spread out in an instant, turning into two heavenly sword-like shocking cold rays, slashing towards Song Jingtian's head.

Ever since he had to surrender to Nangong Chu by Nangong Chu's "Forbidden God Finger", Zhuo Fan was extremely depressed, stealing the king in a dignified manner, and became a slave of others, and the arrogant Zhuo Fan was of course very unhappy.

But Nangong Chu is simply a little monster, he already has the terrifying cultivation of the innate peak realm at a young age, of course Zhuo Fan does not dare to be presumptuous in front of Nangong Chu.

Now that he has finally met a top master like Song Jingtian, he naturally hopes to have a good fight with him. so that he can completely vent his suppressed emotions.

Crazy attack, a crazy attack that completely risked his life, no reservations, no scruples, no defense, Zhuo Fan's mastery sleeves that he had been immersed in for decades were like mercury spilling out of his strong true qi to attack and kill Song Shocking.

"It's a good time!" Song was shocked, and immediately came back to his senses, roared, and the Blazing Sun Divine Palm was used in a row, which was also a hard-hitting frame.

The blades and palms overlapped, their feet and knees touched, and the two top martial artists were like two blurred shadows constantly colliding. With a dull sound and a tyrannical energy, the open space in front of the villa became scattered like a typhoon passing through.

"Happy, it's so happy! Song Jingtian, take Lao Tzu's last move!" Zhuo Fan was originally pale, but at this time it was already flushed, and his breath was a little messy, and the black power suit on his body that was originally fit had also turned into a beggar suit, but his spirit was extremely excited.

On the other side, Song Jingtian looked very embarrassed, he was originally distracted, and he had already lost the opportunity, and then in the face of Zhuo Fan's lifeless attack, he was obviously defeated.

"Yin and Yang set the world!" Zhuo Fan's whole body power gathered instantly, and a surging spiral true qi poured from his forearm into the sharp blade on the bracer.

Strange things happened, I saw that the sharp blade on Zhuo Fan's right arm erupted into a shocking light, like a heavenly knife unsheathed, and the bright light shone nearby like day, while the sharp blade on his left arm was the opposite, becoming dim.

These are the two extremes, but as soon as this move comes out, it seems that the void has been disturbed, and the two sharp blades on the front and back seem to form a whirlpool, and a huge suction force envelops Song Jingtian, and then sucks into the whirlpool.

"Sun Sword, Ten Sunny Sky!" In the face of the menacing killing move, Song Jingtian had no room to dodge at all, so he could only do his best to use the last move to press the bottom of the box, and the two palm shadows instantly turned into ten earth-shattering fire swords, slashing towards the attacking blade.

Ten extremely domineering fiery swords illuminated the night sky, making a thrilling sound of breaking the sky, instantly colliding with the strange aura that Zhuo Fan attacked, and the strong light that erupted illuminated the heavens and the earth.

In the terrifying energy turbulence, the eight blades exploded, and the yin and yang aura generated by Zhuo Fan's strange light blade was also destroyed by the energy that burst out, and the remaining two crescent-like blades slashed directly at Zhuo Fan's throat and chest.

At this time, Zhuo Fan was in a situation where the old power had been exhausted and the new power had not been born, and it was really inevitable to face the two swords that were split.

"Poof!", "Poof!"

Two flaming swords slashed at Zhuo Fan's two key points in response.

Song was overjoyed, thinking that he had finally killed this powerful opponent. However, he was only happy for a brief moment, and Zhuo Fan's iron fist had already slammed into his chest and abdomen.