Fang Liang didn't disappoint Song Yan, as soon as he got close, he used his Fang family's best glazed crown golden fist, only to see that the fist flew up and down for a while, which was much more beautiful than that bitter slave used.

Looking at the guy in front of him who was extremely inconsistent with his fist skills, Song Yan couldn't help but feel a trace of chasing the deer in his heart. "Haha! Hit the Eight Wolf Tooth Fist in front of me! I'll let you see what the Eight Wolf Tooth Fist is!" As soon as the words fell, Song Yan faced Fang Liang and performed the same fist technique, for a while, the movements of the two were almost identical, even the height of the punch and the speed of the palm knife were no different, this scene really stunned everyone present.

Fang Tai's lips trembled, and he was a little speechless for a while. And Zhang Qiu was holding a sword in his hand, looking at Song Yan in the battle blankly. Among the people present, only the middle-aged man who was suspended in mid-air had a smile on his lips: "Hey! This little guy is a little interesting!"

To say that the most frightened at this time is of course Fang Liang, just when Song Yan and Song Yan just boxed together, Fang Liang's heart jumped violently, others may not be able to see it, but Fang Liang, who cultivates the Eight Wolf Tooth Fist every day, naturally knows absolutely that his own set of boxing methods is a set of remnants, and he has not even reached one-eighth of the Eight Wolf Tooth Fists.

And although Song Yan's boxing method looks exactly the same, the subtlety in it is not comparable to his remnant, this boxing method has become smooth in Song Yan's hands, and he can't find the slightest flaw at all. Moreover, after Fang Liang and Song Yan fought several times in a row, he could also clearly feel that Song Yan's boxing method was definitely stronger than himself in terms of power, "This kid must be using a complete eight-part wolf tooth fist." I just don't know if he has the remaining seven, if those seven are also on him, I will leave it behind whatever I say!" Thinking of this, Fang Liang's attack was even harder, and for a while, he steadily overpowered Song Yan.

Seeing Fang Liang's expression, Song Yan smiled secretly. I couldn't help but think in my heart, "Boy, I thought I couldn't guess what you were thinking?" Hmph! Thinking is also in vain, you won't have a chance right away!" "Eight wolf tooth fists!" Suddenly, Song Yan shouted violently, and then the style of his fist changed, and this set of punches immediately became more mysterious. And there are a lot of moves that Fang Liang can't have in it. Its power is obviously not comparable to the boxing method just now.

Seeing this, not only Fang Liang, but also Fang Tai, who was standing not far away, was also shocked, because this was the real Eight Wolf Tooth Fist, and for a while, Fang Liang only had the ability to parry and had no defensive power. Song Yan's moves were subtle and abnormal, often shooting in the most unexpected places for Fang Liang, and in just a few rounds, Fang Liang had already been hit by Song Yan three times in a row.

I saw that at this time, Fang Liang not only couldn't attack, but even his defense was already stretched. His speed was obviously unable to keep up with Song Yan's fist speed.

"Bang bang ....... Just after Fang Liang was hit again, Song Yan suddenly accelerated the frequency of his attacks, and in just an instant, Fang Liang's body was like a humanoid sandbag, and he was hit by Song Yan fifteen times in a row. Song Yan also turned his fist into a palm in the fifteenth move, slashing at Fang Liang diagonally at an almost bizarre angle.

"No!" "Bold!" For a while, two energies locked on Song Yan at the same time, one was Fang Tai, and the other was the middle-aged man in the sky. Feeling the threat behind him, Song Yan's face did not change at all. From the moment he came here, he knew that whoever was here today would be his enemy. Since it is an enemy, there is no such thing as leaving a hand, so after Song Yan heard the voices of the two, the movement of his palm not only did not stop, but became faster.

"Poof!" With a dull sound, Fang Liang's big head flew up, and for a while, the headless body shook his arms a few times, and the blood in his neck cavity spurted out of Mi Xu in an instant. "Ahh Then he crunched his teeth, and didn't pay any other attention, and rushed straight towards Song Yan. "You killed my grandson in vain!" Song Yan stood still, facing Fang Tai who rushed over, and said expressionlessly: "Give him back his life? Joke, only allow your Fang family to kill people, don't you want me Song Yan to kill your Fang family!"

"Boy, you don't have to be hard-mouthed! Our family can kill people, but if you are killed, you can't! What can you do!" Fang Tai had already come to Song Yan at this time. If you make a knife with one hand, you will chop it off. Song Yan smiled while parrying, and said, "Your Fang family is really amazing! I, Song, want to see it today, what can you do to kill the people of your Fang family?"

"Bang bang ......" A few anxious voices like gold and iron came out on the two of them, and in just a moment, the two had already fought for dozens of rounds. As soon as the two of them fought, the middle-aged man who had also rushed over left at this time, in his opinion, Fang Tai, whose strength was in the Seven Heavens, was enough to deal with Song Yan, although he also hated Song Yan for killing Fang Liang, but let him not care about his identity, and join forces with others to bully low-level martial cultivators, he would still be evasive.

The battle between Song Yan and Fang Tai has unconsciously become the focus here, whether it is the Zhang family, the Fang family, or the Xu family, they all quietly put down the blades in their hands, and stared intently at the middle-aged man in the standing circle.

Around this he ran around the periphery. Relying on his own breeze, he stomped through the crowd of the Fang family and the Xu family. And the middle-aged man didn't have time to command at this time, only to see the black scythe chasing after Song Yan, and for a while, the screams came and went, and no one could block the blow of the scythe. Some had their heads cut off, while others were cut in two. In addition, those who have broken hands and feet are even more. Only then did people come back to their senses from their surprise, and they ran towards the periphery for a while, not estimating the Zhang family who were still in the middle of the encirclement.

When the middle-aged man saw the crowd disperse, he knew that he had been tricked. Qi's eyes were black, and he almost fainted. "Little bastard, dare to tease me, I, Gao Lin, will kill you today!" As soon as the middle-aged man named Gao Lin urged his mana, the speed of the black scythe increased sharply, and it was just a flicker and came behind Song Yan. At this time, Song Yan's strength was already gone. There is no way to fire any more attacks from this scythe. Song Yan turned his head and stared at the scythe that was spinning and slashing over, turning his heart horizontally, and keeping his strength in a state of accumulation, and smashing it out with a punch against the handle of the sickle. "Bang!"

A dull voice sounded, and the sickle was only slightly stunned after being hit by Song Yan. He continued to fly forward, and when he was looking at Song Yan, he was smashed out far away by the extreme impact force on the sickle with an incredible movement. \u0000\u0000\u0000\u0000\u0000\u0000\u0000\u0000\u0000\u0000\u0000\u0000\u0000\u0000\u0000\u0000\u0000\u0000\u0000\u0000\u0000\u0000\u0000\u0000\u0000\u0000\u0000\ u0000\u0000\u0000\u0000\u0000\u0000\u0000\u0000\u0000\u0000

Song Yan's body center of gravity sank, his right hand was held in front of his chest, and his body was motionless. It's just that I silently practiced the thirteen hands of this flowing stone in my heart. Fang Tai naturally didn't know what medicine was sold in Song Yan's gourd, just after being split by Song Yan's palm, Fang Tai felt that his hands were numb, this Fang Tai didn't want Fang Liang to be so light, at this time, he kept analyzing how big Song Yan's combat power was.

"This kid should have just learned those eight wolf fang fists, so he seems to be perfect in terms of strength, but he still lacks some heat, otherwise the palm knife just now can definitely beat my hands to pieces. Now that this kid has changed to a new martial art, it is estimated that he has also discovered the shortcomings there! Hmph! It seems that he should be careful!

Thinking of this, Fang Tai was not pressing for a while, but circled around Song Yan, and came behind Song Yan from time to time. Although he is constantly changing, Song Yan has always stood still in place, never looking at him, as if he wants to respond to all changes with the same. The only thing is that the colored rings are formed on the right hand. Fang Tai didn't pay attention to this change, in his opinion, almost all martial arts would not show much of a vision when they were in the realm of martial artists. Even if there were, it was mostly a flashy gimmick. Rounding Song Yan's back again, Fang Tai's calm eyes suddenly flashed a trace of murderous intent, and then without the slightest hesitation, he instantly increased his speed to the extreme, and rushed over to shoot Song Yan's back.

However, his move made the middle-aged man in the sky anxious, and subconsciously, the middle-aged man shouted and wanted to stop Fang Tai's action, but before his voice could rush out of his throat, Fang Tai flew out with a 'boom'.

I saw that Song Yan turned around at some point, and the right hand, which had just been surrounded by five colored rings, was slowly retracting at this time. And the arm was back to normal, and the five rings no longer knew where they went. Obviously, it was this punch that knocked Fang Tai away. After landing on the ground, Fang Tai lay on the ground very simply, although the continuous ups and downs of his body indicated that he was not dead, but his lean withered hands had bent into an incredible shape at this time. Obviously, in this collision just now, Fang Tai was defeated by one move.

"Hiss!" For a while, there was a sound of Dao gasping, this Fang Tai was an authentic martial disciple Sevenfold Heaven master, and this kind of martial cultivation was quite close to a martial artist. It is already a supreme power in the eyes of ordinary people, but the supreme power in front of him, who once galloped in Yancheng, is now completely defeated in front of this young man, and even defeated silently. Didn't even let out a fart.

After the gasp, the audience became silent again, and everyone turned their eyes on this white-robed and somewhat personable young man. These smoke has also gone from contempt, to curiosity, to surprise, to fear. Zhang Qiu clenched her fingers tightly, and the fingers had been clenched white, but she didn't know it. His eyes stared at the inverted white figure for a moment, and his eyes flickered again and again for a while.

"My lord, you are amazing!" Zhang Qiu secretly swore that if he could survive today, he would follow in Song Yan's footsteps in the future and remain unswerving. Song Yan only thought about Fang Tai's face with just one move. What kind of concept is this, this is I'm afraid that no one in the martial arts cultivation of the entire Yancheng will be the opponent of the young man in front of him, except for those foreign martial artists, of course.

"Ahh So even as a martial artist, he could only stare at it.

Today he originally thought it was just a simple mission, just to destroy a small family whose martial artist had just left. Originally, I didn't pay attention to the task assigned by the sect. Just imagine what danger it would be for you to deal with a group of martial artists as a martial artist. But he never thought that not only did he not complete the task, but also let the young man in front of him kill an inner disciple of his sect.

This is not the end, this little boy continued to slap his face, knocking down another outer disciple of his sect. This time it really made his old face untouched, although these two disciples were not important figures, but if they abolished two together, then he didn't expect to return to the sect. Otherwise, it is estimated that the elders of the sect will also slap him to death.

At this time, when I think of this, middle-aged people have a feeling of anger. He vented all his anger on Song Yan. "Little bastard, you take your life!" said the middle-aged man, shaking his hand, and a pitch-black object flew out of his sleeve, which was only the size of a thumb when it appeared, but it had not been far away before it had turned into a huge scythe. The scythe drew a strange trajectory in the air, looking like it was going in circles, but in the next moment, it had already come to Song Yan's side.

This is the most powerful weapon of middle-aged people, the spinning scythe that can make people unpredictable of their attack route. Song Yan has always paid attention to this person from the beginning, he knows that this is a real martial artist, if he doesn't make a good scene, his little life will be explained here today. Seeing this pitch-black scythe flying towards him, how dare Song Yan have any resistance. Immediately, he jumped backwards, avoiding the scythe's attack. Song Yan's figure did not stop, but centered on the middle-aged man. Around this he ran around the periphery. Relying on his own breeze, he stomped through the crowd of the Fang family and the Xu family.

And the middle-aged man didn't have time to command at this time, only to see the black scythe chasing after Song Yan, and for a while, the screams came and went, and no one could block the blow of the scythe. Some people had their heads cut off, others were cut in two, and the momentum continued to climb until it was much stronger than just now, and then stopped. Song Yan looked at his hands, the shock injury he had just received when he came into contact with the middle-aged man no longer existed. The whole body has a feeling that it wants to explode.

As soon as he turned his head, the black scythe had already appeared in front of Song Yan, and this time the speed of the scythe couldn't help but be faster, and even the angle was more tricky. Song Yan barely thought about it, completely subconsciously threw a punch, only to hear a loud 'boom!', the sickle hovered in mid-air, and a fist-sized gap obviously appeared on the knife mark.

"Ahh Seeing that Gao Lin didn't seem to be light in his hands, Song Yan hurriedly abandoned the sickle and rushed towards Gao Lin, he wanted to completely solve the scourge in front of him while he was still in the extreme realm.