"Don't you still admit defeat?"

Zhang Fanyi frowned. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Ye Feng's sword momentum was an indomitable momentum to break the sky, and Zhang Fan understood that if he couldn't break this sword momentum in a short period of time, Ye Feng really had a chance to redeem the defeat.

"Breaking the sword."

The five-zhang sized soul sword shone brightly in an instant, and continued to attack Zhang Fan randomly, and his aura continued to climb steadily, and soon surpassed the original limit.

"I can't hold it back."

A strange light flashed in Zhang Fan's eyes, Ye Feng really lived up to his reputation, no wonder he was the top of the Tianjiao list, his strength was much stronger than Hong Yan, and Meng Yu and his ilk were too strong.

"It's a pity that we still have to lose."

Zhang Fan's eyes were cold, and the random fist strength was transformed into dragon strength.

"Tyrannosaurus Fist, devour the Eight Desolations."

The seven-zhang fist mark was like a black vortex, directly sweeping the surrounding Heaven and Earth Yuan Force into the air, and then exuding a terrifying momentum.

"Ye Feng, give me defeat."

After Zhang Fan's words fell, the terrifying fist mark went towards the soul sword, and the soul sword only supported it for a moment, and the sword light shattered and was swallowed by the fist mark.

Click.

The sword trembled and nearly broke.

Bang bang.

A huge force acted on Ye Feng's chest, Ye Feng only felt his chest tremble for a while, and then he could no longer control his body, and took a few steps backwards.

"You won."

Ye Feng put his sword back into its sheath, his eyes were full of battle intent and said, "Zhang Fan, you are the first opponent I have met in the Dynasty Academy, and I will challenge you again next time." ”

Ye Feng's long sword trembled, if it weren't for Ye Feng's control, I'm afraid the long sword would have been out of the body again.

"Any opponent who is defeated by me will not have a chance to surpass me Zhang Fan."

Zhang Fan stepped forward slowly, and after walking to the original position where Ye Feng was, he did not exhaust his strength, but stepped out again, until he was seven meters away from the river, Zhang Fan finally stopped.

A strange light flashed in Ye Feng's pupils.

"You're really stronger than me."

Randomly turned around, since Zhang Fan had already occupied the front position, it was already unrealistic for him Ye Feng to take the sword-shaped grass from Zhang Fan's hands, so it was better to refine the sword-shaped grass and then challenge Zhang Fan after enhancing his strength.

Ye Feng's departure made many people change color, especially Hong Yan and Meng Yu, as one of the former Tianjiao Supremes, the two of them had the deepest understanding of Ye Feng's powerful combat power, at this time, their faces were gloomy, but they didn't dare to look at Zhang Fan's eyes anymore.

Zhang Fan's strength has been deeply reflected in the hearts of the two of them, if they had known that Zhang Fan was so powerful, they would not have trouble Zhang Fan no matter how stupid they were.

Sitting cross-legged on the spot, Zhang Fan waited quietly.

After Ye Feng left, he did not go far, but walked to a stone room to retreat and refine the sword-shaped grass, this time Ye Feng captured more than a dozen sword-shaped grasses, and Ye Feng was sure that after refining, the sword momentum would reach ninety percent and five.

"This monster."

Leng Wuxue and Guo Xiangzhi suppressed the blood in their bodies, and the scene of Zhang Fan defeating Ye Feng had been deeply reflected in the hearts of the two of them.

"If the elders knew that there was a demon like Zhang Fan in the academy, I am afraid they would be restless."

The two shook their heads and smiled bitterly.

Occupying the best position, Zhang Fan waited quietly, and three hours later, seven plants floated in the river, three of which were fist-shaped grasses, and the other four were sword-shaped grasses.

Tianjiao behind him had to shake his head and sigh his bad luck when he saw this scene, and he competed for treasures with Zhang Fan, and they didn't even have a chance to make soup.

After two days and one night, Zhang Fan had already captured twenty-seven sword-shaped grasses and fifteen fist-shaped grasses.

"It's time to leave, if they continue, they won't even have a chance to drink soup, and they will definitely make these old men of the academy dissatisfied."

Zhang Fan got up and left, seeing this scene, everyone breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, they were really afraid that Zhang Fan would stay here all the time and not leave, if this was the case, they really had no way at all.

Walked in front of Wang Yan and stuffed twenty-one sword-shaped grasses to Wang Yan, Wang Yan's smart big eyes flashed with a different color, "Zhang Fan, if it's to repay you, it's not necessary, you saved me several times, and we have already leveled it." ”

"You refine directly here, and I'll leave after your sword strength reaches eighty."

Zhang Fan couldn't help but say that he stood up for Wang Yan to protect the Fa.

A sparkling liquid flashed in Wang Yan's eyes, and his eyes were slightly flushed, and the young man's figure seemed to be a little tall.

Wang Yan can be the fourth-ranked existence on the Tianjiao list, and her talent is naturally not weak, just refining seven sword-shaped grasses, Wang Yan's sword momentum has broken through to eighty.

"This little girl's talent is really not weak, it's just too cold."

Zhang Fan looked at Wang Yan's delicate face, and secretly commented in his heart, after breaking through the eighty percent sword momentum, Wang Yan suddenly opened her eyes, and she happened to meet Zhang Fan's gaze in her sight, and her little face was shocked to turn red.

Secretly turned his head, and then continued to close his eyes and refine the remaining sword-shaped grass.

"This little girl already has the power to protect herself, and now it's time to increase her fist strength to ten percent."

Zhang Fan's eyes flashed with a gleam, and then he walked towards the stone room, stopped at the first stone room on the right, opened the stone room, and Zhang Fan stepped in.

"I don't know if these fifteen fist-shaped grasses can help me break through my fist to ten percent."

Devouring Martial Soul Present.

Behind him, a black whirlpool the size of a zhang emerged, and then swept towards the fist-shaped grass.

Three out of nine, four out of nine.

The next fist-shaped grass is projected.

Ninety-five.

Later, the fist-shaped grass was able to achieve less effect, and later, even with the help of devouring martial spirits, a fist-shaped grass could only be improved by one section.

After refining the twelve fist-shaped grasses, the fist momentum suddenly condensed into substance, and a fist mark of nine zhang and nine above his head was condensed in the void, and a powerful momentum was released from the fist print, faintly having the power to devour the eight desolations.

"The last three strains must break through ten percent of the fist momentum."

Zhang Fan used the three plants together, and his boxing perception increased tenfold, and Zhang Fan's understanding of boxing increased tenfold. Half an hour later, suddenly, a ray of light passed through Zhang Fan's pupils.

"It's still nine out of nine, and it has never been able to break through ten percent, why is that."

Zhang Fan frowned.

After breaking through to ninety-nine fists, a terrifying force erupted in the stone room, and the power impacted the void, and all the Tianjiao who were cultivating changed their faces.

"What's going on?"

But only for a moment, it disappeared into nothingness.

And not long after this, in the stone room where Ye Feng was, a soul sword that reached nine zhang five released a powerful momentum, faintly breaking through the clouds.

Then, the soul sword was unified into Ye Feng's body, and Ye Feng suddenly opened his eyes.

"Zhang Fan, my sword momentum has broken through to ninety to five, I don't know if you still have the strength to fight with me now."

;