Chen Fan looked very calm, holding his arm, looking at Murong Ling opposite with a smile, and Murong Ling had a delicate smile on his face, which looked very natural, giving people a very real feeling, and he was not cheating.

"Murong Ling, it's not easy to be a hypocrite, don't you feel tired?" Chen Fan squinted at Murong Ling, shrugged his shoulders and said, "If you want to kill me, don't do this." It makes me sick. ”

As soon as his words plummeted, many people glared angrily and shouted at him one after another. They felt aggrieved for Murong Ling. Some of the Moon Sect stood up and shouted angrily, "This is too much. My younger brother Murong was humble and polite. Is he the villain in your mouth?"

"Yes, Murong Gongzi's words and deeds, everyone sees it, it's you, hey, arrogant, arrogant, Murong Gongzi showed mercy to your subordinates just now, but you took this opportunity to use your power for personal gain, it's really dangerous!"

Chen Fan's face turned cold and looked at him indifferently. The silver glow in his eyes flickered with an invisible, colorless pressure, but it made the speaker immediately pale and step back a few meters.

"Shut your foul mouth. People like you disgust me the most. ”

Chen Fan's contemptuous look made this person's face pale. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but when he met those cold and unforgiving eyes, he suddenly swallowed what he said and felt a little scared.

In Taoist scriptures, there is the supreme divine law of divine knowledge. Chen Fan naturally practiced this esoteric theory, which is why his divine knowledge was so powerful that it could be compared to the miraculous God Ascension and the Strong, which ordinary people simply could not bear.

"This ......"

"It's kind of scary!"

This is a grand gathering of Wei Zi's younger generation. Naturally, there are many people who have outstanding strength. Although compared to Murong Ling, Gou Zhengxing and others, this is enough to see that the people on the platform are extraordinary.

"This guy is getting worse and worse. Mu Xiaoxiao muttered quietly.

Chen Fan tilted his head and looked at Murong Ling, carrying his shoulder with his left hand, stretching his right hand forward, and said, "Murong Ling, if you want to kill me, then kill me." I can tell you clearly that you don't need to get out of here today......"

This conceited and tough rhetoric shook the hearts of many. Even Guo Zhengxing and Liu Yuanlong have changed color, especially Leng Qin Dan in the Ice Palace. A pair of phoenix-like eyes flashed with a strange divine light, and looked at Chen Fan for a while.

A cold light flashed in Murong Ling's eyes, but it was not revealed at all on the surface. "Brother, you're talking too much. Murong Ling was not a genius, but he didn't want to fall behind others. So I committed a lot of sins. ”

"Pack, pack!"

Chen Fan was disdainful, his body trembled, and the afterimage step by step suddenly pressed forward.

"How fast!"

Someone exclaimed.

On the other side, Murong Ling looked calm. He raised his hand and hit a lotus table. At first, it was the size of a thumb, but after a while it became as big as a house. Hua Guang was radiant, and many people around him were out of breath.

This lotus stand is crystal clear, but it is a top-notch magic weapon. Its brilliance and brilliance, with great power, distorts vanity. The tremendous pressure is causing palpitations in the hearts of those around them, and many are retreating.

Chen Fan's face remained unchanged. The Lotus Grandstand is very powerful, no worse than the Dark War Spear he controls. However, despite its immense strength, it is difficult for him to exert any pressure, and his strong body is enough to destroy everything.

"Bang ......"

Without any reservations, he rushed forward directly, raised his fists with both hands, and smashed straight towards the lotus heart that pressed down on the side, and there was a thumping metal crisp sound, which shook many people's eardrums numb, as if they were about to crack.

"What a terrible body!"

"Perverted!"

Many were shocked. Not far away, the Shaw siblings were almost petrified. What powerful people they met. They fight against the top soldiers with sheer physical strength. This is no ordinary horror, almost horror.

On the stage of the debate, Chen Fan changed his appearance and made many moves. However, in the process, he also frowned slightly. The Lotus Table was extraordinary, and even after receiving his six punches, it did not lose. In addition, the light becomes more intense and falls.

On the other side, Murong Ling looked calm, with a law seal on his right hand. In everyone's shocked gaze, a green knife rushed out of his body, and as soon as it appeared, it emitted a sharp killing intent, causing the space to vibrate.

Another top soldier!

"God, he, he can control two magic weapons!"

"It is worthy of falling on the emperor, who can stop such power!"

Many people were shocked that ordinary monks could only control one magic weapon, while talented monks could control several magic weapons at the same time. These people are usually extremely terrifying, and their future achievements are immeasurable.

However, now that Murong Ling actually controlled these two soldiers at the same time, he couldn't surprise these people, even the three of Gou Zhengxing had solemn expressions, their eyes flashing, and they were a little afraid of Murong Ling.

Murong Ling Yingzi waved his right hand, his whole body moving like an ancient god of war, and he shouted, "Brother, stop, you are not an opponent." The sword has no eyes, and the soldiers are ruthless. If you continue like this, you may be injured by mistake. ”

As soon as his words plummeted, a group of people around him began to talk about it.

"Murong is magnanimous and open-minded. At this point, he can remind his opponent to be careful. He deserves to be the leader of a new generation of monks. He is admirable and worthy of our learning. ”

Some of the disciples of the Yue Sect sneered, "Brother Murong is humble and peaceful, and kind-hearted. Unlike some, who think they have some power, they are arrogant and don't think that other people matter. These people who are obsessed with evil thoughts will certainly not achieve anything great in the future. ”

Chen Fan looked indifferent. Murong Ling's tricks are really deep. And now he's still playing these tricks. At this moment, he has no reservations, and the Taoist scriptures are running fast. He once again took off with one hand on the lotus platform.

"Bang ......"

A loud roar sounded, accompanied by a crunching sound, and the fallen lotus flew out. A crack appeared on the lotus plant, causing Murong Ling to suddenly change color, and he immediately cast a spell to collect it back.

"That's... That's a top soldier. The man blocked it with his body and fired. How is this possible? It shouldn't be like this!" Everyone around us was surprised and didn't believe all this.

"Boom ......"

The harsh God rainbow erupted. Murong Ling held a green knife in his hand and killed him. At the same time, his left hand clenched the seal. A sea of fire appeared behind him. A lotus platform rises and falls inside, forcing people to have great power. Nearby boulders cracked.

"Falling Moon Sect Yan Yang Slash!"

"It was Yang Yan who was beheaded, and he lifted it to the top of the mountain. It turned into fire!"

Many exclaimed, recognizing this magical power as a unique skill for Zoroastrians. In terms of attack ability, this skill is very powerful. In this field, there are few unique arcane techniques that can match beauty.

On the other side, Chen Fan's expression was as usual, without the slightest fear, Zhen Ji in his hand, a silver talisman appeared in his left hand, Sheng Hui flashed with light, his right hand directly clenched his fist, and smashed directly against the blue knife.

"Damn ......"

With the collision of the metal soup, Chen Fan's right fist was able to block Murong Ling's spirit soldier, and his left hand directly passed through the flames, landing on Murong Ling's chest impartially, and flew out on the spot.

"By the fire of the sun!"

The people around me were speechless, their eyeballs barely sticking out. Chen Fan directly pressed them with his left hand, smashing the Demon Clan and the soaring Murong Ling, the pinnacle of the Dust Cloud Nine, and many people felt that their backs were cold.

However, it doesn't end there. In everyone's petrified eyes, Chen Fan suddenly remained motionless. His big silver hand reached out, grabbed the green knife in Murong Ling's hand, and grabbed it hard.

"You!"

Murong Ling changed color, rushed out of the dozens of flames behind him, gathered into a ball of fire imprinted on the top of his head, exuding an incomparably burning sensation, and even more terrifying power was diffuse, falling directly towards Chen Fan's suppression.

"The Vulcan Seal of the Fallen Moon Sect!"

"No wonder such magical power has been established. It's so powerful!"

Chen Fan sneered, fearless, he grabbed the blue spirit knife in his right hand, and with a fierce force, a crisp sound made Murong Ling's face pale in an instant, and at the same time, he greeted him with a magic symbol again, aiming at the Fire God Seal.

Magical symbols are a secret technique in Taoist scriptures. Murong Ling was born to control all magical powers. Although he was outside the clouds, he had not entered the realm of the magic god after all. The Vulcan Seal couldn't stop this magic symbol, and they broke up after only a little meal.

"Whoa......

Chen Fan approached in an instant, his silver hand reached out, the wheel moved, and he slapped under the lid, and the terrifying flesh and blood power made the space vibrate, and there was a soft sound.

Murong Linglai couldn't help it. The blue ghost knife was taken away and was now in Chen Fan's hands. He had to block the front with a spirit-level lotus bracket to block that terrifying silver hand.

"You can't stop it!"

Chen Fan sneered. His large hand suddenly burst out with a silver glow, several times stronger than before. He slammed the lotus table out of the table, then slammed into a nearby cliff with a loud roar.

"Bang!"

He didn't stop, raised his leg in a flash, and swept out.

Murong Ling's face changed, the speed was too fast, he could barely raise his right hand to block, but with his physical strength, he couldn't stop Chen Fan's legs, and flew out sideways on the spot, his right arm was broken, and his entire arm fell.

Chen Fan suddenly appeared and raised his leg again. It's extremely fast and powerful. He slapped Murong Ling's back hard, causing it to spit out a mouthful of blood and fly out like a scarecrow.

"Bang ......"

However, what is shocking is that Chen Fan's speed is so fast that almost no one can see how he moves. However, he suddenly appeared beside Murong Ling, who was still in the air, raised his legs, and walked down.

"Cameroon..."

The sound of broken bones, the powerful Murong Ling, stepped directly into the ground from the air, causing a crack in the powerful controversy platform, and Murong Ling had blood on the corner of his mouth, and his face was distorted.

"Senior brother!"

Some of the disciples of the Autumn Moon Sect shouted loudly and rushed forward.

"Get out!"

Chen Fan looked indifferent, waved his hand, firm and gentle, and did not look back. As fast as his own, he arrived in an instant. The pop pierced the man's left shoulder, causing him to fall into the dust.

As a result, many people change colors. Murong Ling came on behalf of Luo Yuezong, but he was trampled under the feet of an unknown small repairman. His younger brother was even subdued by a move. What was Luo Yuezong's face like, and where would Murong Ling put his dignity?

Chen Fan sneered in his heart, what he wanted was this result, when Murong Ling was at his most brilliant, he stepped on his feet fiercely, this feeling of falling from the clouds to hell, he believed that few people could bear it.

"You... You ......"

Sure enough, Murong Ling was no longer as calm as he was at the beginning. His face was pale and bloodshot. He looked at Chen Fan with deep hatred.

Chen Fan sneered, stepped on the soles of Murong Ling's feet, and swung the blue spirit knife in his hand and aimed it at the center of his eyebrows.

He stared at Murong Ling for a long time. After half a ring, he suddenly shouted, "Where's the hardcover book I gave you? Give it back to me!"