Indeed, reversing the vein of the true dragon, under the thunder of the sky, is already shattered, even if the nine major acupoints are stimulated, but it is impossible to store spiritual power.

Above the sky, the absorption of spiritual power has already formed a huge whirlpool.

Brother Fan is not dead, our king is not dead......

Suddenly, Long Yao's people were also excited.

This huge whirlpool lasted for more than an hour, and the people of Long Yao watched quietly, with deep admiration in their eyes after madness.

Kill the super strong in the Ascension Yuan Realm, and resist the thunder!

I'm afraid that only their king in this world can do this, and of course, this world is the world they think it is, that is, this world.

The purple painting of the Holy Gate looked at the figure in the air with a blank expression, he was really shocked, and this shock hit his soul.

Xuanji died, and the powerhouse of the Shengyuan Realm was actually killed by him......

Heavenly thunder, thunder robbery...... This guy's strength actually attracted a thunderstorm.

He was even younger than himself, how could he have such a powerful natural strength, could it be that he was the reincarnation of some ancient power......

If he survives, he will rob him of the honor of the first day of the Holy Gate!

He must die!

Suddenly, Sen Han's killing intent appeared in Zihua's eyes, and he didn't know when, there was already a dagger as black as ink in his hand, and the blade exuded this cold luster.

Immediately, Zihua kicked the ground violently, his body rushed up, his feet shook out with majestic spiritual power, and his body swayed upward, sweeping towards Zhang Xiaofan at a very fast speed.

A thunderbolt, and the dagger of the Sen Han immediately exuded the luster of the Sen Han.

Long Yao and the others were immediately shocked, only then did they see the purple painting clearly, didn't this kid just follow the dead old guy, this kid actually wanted to do something to their king at this time!

Anger, killing intent! Immediately spread among the Long Yao people.

Even if it's Xuanyu, it's not good to have a secret way, and the purple painting is doing it at this time...

"Get the hell out of here!"

What his hand blocked was a burst of Yejiangshan, and then his breath suddenly exploded, and his body also soared into the air, quickly heading towards the purple painting.

At the same time, there is also Du Yuesheng!

The two of them quickly walked towards the purple painting, and at this moment, the purple painting was bent on destroying Zhang Xiaofan, his strength was also strong, and the speed was also extremely fast, worthy of the so-called first day of the Holy Gate, and in an instant, he arrived at Zhang Xiaofan's side, and then the dagger stabbed towards Zhang Xiaofan's heart!

"Damn it!"

Ye Jiangshan burst into a shout, his speed was still a little slower, but he didn't stop, and suddenly punched towards Zihua.

The purple thunder light on Zhang Xiaofan's body flickered, and there was a terrifying spiritual power vortex, and when the purple painting stabbed down with a dagger, it instantly touched the purple thunder light.

The dagger only stabbed down a little, and a purple thunder burst out quickly, which can also be said to be an automatic protector.

Click......

Suddenly, the dagger of the purple painting was exploded, and then the purple painting was to be covered, feeling the horror of this purple thunder, the purple painting was frightened, and the fierce was a jump, far away.

That purple thunder actually took the initiative to attack people, and the powerful power he felt at that moment almost scared even his guts......

"Die!"

It was also at this time that Ye Jiangshan's attack was already coming, and the punch was terrifying!

"Just you, do you dare to do it with me?" Zihua disdained, and then met Ye Jiangshan with a fierce punch.

"Bang", the two fists collided violently, even if it was under the bloodline talent, Ye Jiangshan showed the unicorn arm, but it was still not the opponent of the purple painting, this purple painting deserved to be the peak of forgetfulness, and a punch was a bang Ye Jiangshan couldn't stop flying out.

It was also at this time that Du Yuesheng's attack also came suddenly, and a look of disdain appeared in Zihua's eyes again, Zhang Xiaofan's strong talent and strength did make Zihua feel awe-inspiring, but what are these martial arts cultivators, they actually had the courage to shoot with him, and an instinctive arrogance arose.

"I really don't know where you got the courage, but you also have the courage to do it to me. Zihua snorted coldly, threw a punch again, and broke out a loud sound again, and then saw Du Yuesheng's body also fly upside down.

The two of them fell heavily to the ground, and when they opened their mouths, there was a mouthful of blood, the strength of this purple painting is indeed strong!

At this time, they also understood that this young man who came with that old thing was so strong!

Zihua's body also fell, and then he looked at Long Yao and the others coldly: "I want to ask you, who can be my opponent? The strength is low, just hold it for me, it's good to come out indecently? After all, I don't want to fight with the weak." ”

Mockery, is direct mockery, Zihua at a glance, indeed, no one can be his opponent!

Long Yao's people, including Ye Jiangshan, Bai Qi and others, had a very unsightly complexion, but they had to admit that this young man's strength was indeed strong!

They were very angry, if there was Brother Fan, how could they allow this young man to be arrogant here.

At this time, they also realized that their strength was really too low!

Even if the progress is very fast, even if there is a late stage of martial arts cultivation, but in the face of this young man, no one can be an opponent!

"Brothers, Brother Fan's life and death are unknown for the honor of Long Yao, Brother Fan knows that the old immortal is a strong man in the Shengyuan Realm, or he does it regardless of his death, and now, even if our strength is not as good as his, but we can't be cowardly!

"Fight!"

"No regrets!"

……

Bai Qi, the Twelve Dragon Guards, and the cold wind all burst out, staring at this purple painting.

The fighting spirit is rising!

Zihua's eyes once again showed a strong sense of mockery: "What, you want to come together?

As the sound of the purple painting fell, his hand suddenly pulled to his waist, and immediately, a soft sword appeared in his hand, and the spiritual power vibrate, and suddenly burst out with a fierce sword intent.

This kind of sword intent seemed to be everywhere, permeating the entire heaven and earth.

Leng Feng is a sword idiot, although he only has the strength of the middle stage of forgetfulness now, but for the sword intent exuded by this purple painting, it is particularly obvious, this kind of sword intent is invisible, even if the purple painting has not yet started, but Leng Feng can also feel that the attainment of this purple painting in the sword path is definitely beyond him!

And at the same time, this purple painting is also the strength of the peak of forgetfulness!

In this case, the strength of this purple painting is quite terrifying!

The sword is originally a strong attack, a profound kendo master, its combat power is higher than that of a martial artist of the same realm!

In this way, even if they go together, they are not necessarily the opponents of this purple painting!

Is this the first day of the Holy Gate! It is indeed a strong strength, except for their Fan brother, no one is the opponent of this purple painting!

However, their Fan brother's life and death are unknown now, and they can only rely on them!

Even if I don't know if it's an opponent, the fighting spirit emanating from everyone's body has not weakened in the slightest, but has become more vigorous.

"Stop. ”

It was also when they were about to make a move that Xuan Yu suddenly spoke, and immediately came to Zihua's side, and said indifferently: "Put away your sword, Xuan Ji is dead, do you want to die too?"

"Elder Rain, I'm going to die, who of them will be my opponent?" Zihua asked incredulously.

"It's true that they are not your opponents, but do you think you can deal with these hundreds of people alone? How many can you kill? How long can you last? Do you say you will die? And Zhang Xiaofan is not dead, if you move any of Long Yao, when he recovers, you will definitely die. Xuanyu said in a deep voice.

This sentence made the purple picture suddenly sink, and it made him have this expression, which was exactly what Xuan Yu said after Zhang Xiaofan recovered.

Zihua already knows that this Zhang Xiaofan and this Long Yao are all madmen, a group of madmen who are not afraid of life and death.

Therefore, Zihua hesitated, he was afraid that Zhang Xiaofan had really recovered, and he was afraid that Zhang Xiaofan would kill him.