Nangong Fan's eyes jumped with sparks, and he stepped out in one step, rushing to the edge of the high platform faster than Jin Ge's upside down, and kicked out violently. Jin Ge fell like a ball to the other side of the high platform.

Nangong Fan seemed to be addicted to playing, and stepped out again, and before Jin Ge fell, he rushed to the edge again, and kicked again.

The Gusheng tribe deliberately left an amplified divine pattern, Nangong Fan didn't know it, this was intended to present all his words begging for mercy to the ears of all the people present, but at this time, it became the only source to record this inhumane kicking game.

Every time Nangong Fan kicked his feet, he would say a word with a big grin.

"You're going to kill me?"

"It doesn't seem like it's going to work!"

.......

At the same time, Jin Ge's softer and softer cry for mercy was also recorded.

"I didn't ......"

"I recognize ......"

"Recognize ....."

Compared with Nangong Fan's clear every sentence, Jin Ge would be interrupted if he couldn't even finish admitting defeat.

If you don't admit defeat, this game should logically continue until one of them falls off the platform or concedes defeat.

The barbarians who came to watch the ceremony from the Gusheng tribe cheered first, what they liked most was this kind of domineering scene, and they even wished that the person who was "kicking" on the field at this time was themselves, and they were majestic in front of the public, how refreshing it must be?

But three or five times like this, even the bold barbarians feel a chill, this is to trick people to death!

There are very few things that are popular in such days, and there are also in an instant, when the two of them are close in strength and do not admit defeat to each other, it is difficult to stop the outbreak, which will cause casualties in an instant.

But such a humiliation to death is still under the attention of countless people, and it has never been before. Even if Na Jin Ge didn't die, I am afraid that it will be difficult to have the courage to live, and I am afraid that I will have to live in the shadow of this time for the rest of my life.

The Golden-winged High Priest named Peng Que stood up again, his face was so gloomy that he could drip water, his Golden-winged tribe was a high-ranking existence in a large tribe, how could he have suffered such an insult?

One step out, there seems to be a golden mang emerging behind him, like a pair of magical wings, breaking through the wind and waves and rushing straight to the ring.

"Hmm, aren't you nervous?" looked at Gu Chen, who was calmly sipping wine next to him, and was puzzled.

"Just look at what the chief is thinking. Gu Chen put down the wine glass, his eyes flashed with jade, this distance was still completely under his control.

"I haven't been able to understand your Gusheng tribe, as the strongest person, it seems that there is no one available, and even if you want to accept an apprentice, you have been so troubled. The Dead shook his head.

"What do you want to do? I just need to be invincible, when I break through the realm again, there are still people in this Gusheng tribe who dare to disobey me?" A hint of ridicule flashed in Gu Chen's eyes, he was able to bring the priestly path that took more time to polish to the current level at such a young age, and almost all his thoughts were on cultivation, except for the time when he went out to travel, he rarely participated in the struggle for power and profit.

"Your disciple is getting more and more to my liking. He looked back on the high platform, he felt that the chief was pitifully stupid, and this was completely pushing out the recognized first person in their circle for thousands of years.

Nangong Fan naturally didn't notice that there was a strong man approaching, and he still happily kicked Jin Ge as a ball, his feet were very measured, otherwise with a strengthened footboard, he could kick Jin Ge apart in a few kicks, how boring was that?

You have to play slowly.

Nangong Fan dared to act like this, he had his own fortune in his heart, and he had already felt the power of Gu Sheng all around. Even if the realm powerhouse really attacked, he was completely sure that he would be safe and sound.

There are no worries, of course, you have to vent all your unhappiness. lest some really think of themselves as mud.

The sound of breaking the air was getting closer and closer, Nangong Fan's eyes fluctuated, and he gently swept a corner of the high platform, where there was a realm powerhouse, which he had known for a long time. It can also be regarded as a firefighter, so as not to have an unpredictable situation on the high platform. As soon as someone shouts to admit defeat, he will intervene to end the fight.

But the battle between life and death is usually only a matter of a moment, and he is a distance away, so it is better to use it as an ornament.

Will he make a move?

The corners of Nangong Fan's mouth rose slightly, and he raised his foot and said "bang", and Jin Ge flew out again.

Jin Ge's whole person was already in a trance, and blood was spraying out of his mouth all the time, only the breath that came out and there was no close qi.

Nangong Fan didn't intend to kill the killer in front of everyone, even if the powerhouse of this realm didn't come, he would almost stop it with one or two feet. Now that you don't have enough strength to play games, you have to play within the rules, otherwise you will only be embarrassed in the end.

Since this Jin Ge elder is coming, he has also ended this boring game that almost kicked his leg off.

His eyes moved to the place where the Gu Sheng Department landed, and saw that this guy hesitated, raised his feet several times, and seemed to want to block the attacker, after all, this is about the face of the tribe, but he also wants to sit and watch Nangong Fan be slapped to death in the ring like this.

If you can't get over face, you will take revenge later, and your face will come back!

Nangong Fan shook his head, he really didn't know how the Gusheng tribe existed to this day, the knowledge of the realm powerhouses was shallower than the other, or was it Gu Chen?

But judging from Nangong Fan's contact with Gu Chen these days, Gu Chen doesn't care much about this, everything seems light, but he has his own arrogance in his heart, if he really violates the field he cares about, I am afraid that it is possible to rebel against the tribe.

Nangong Fan and Gu Chen have become close friends who talk about everything under the close contact for ten days, and they are each other's masters and apprentices, he firmly believes in his heart that even if he doesn't make a move in this realm, Gu Chen will protect his safety, which can be seen from the Gu Sheng aura has been hovering on the high platform.

"The junior is really rampant, didn't the adults in your family teach you to be forgiving and forgiving?" Peng Que's roar resounded in the sky. Annoyed and angry, he had forgotten that he was in the hinterland of the bones at this time, and he just wanted to tear up this little broken child who insulted his disciple.

After all, the realm did not make a move, and its aura slowly faded, and it seemed to be moving away from here, although it could not hide from the eyes of many people, but at least it had to be made to look like there was no one next to the high platform. This can give Gu Chen a step down.

Nangong Fan turned his head, and the golden light had already arrived in his body, and each beam of light seemed to have the power of the Xuan Realm, shooting towards him.

This is just the power caused by the flapping of the wings behind Peng Que, and his first goal is to save his precious apprentice first.

Draw a golden ray in the sky, and pounce on the disciple who is about to fly down the high platform. In the blink of an eye, he caught Jin Ge and fell back to the high platform.

At the same time, the golden light arrived. Nangong Fan naturally wouldn't sit still, waiting for these sharp golden lights to pierce through him.

The sword moved, a sword stabbed out and drew out the Dao sword shadow, retracted suddenly, stabbed out again, all the movements flowed, and the epiphany under the sword tablet made him almost push the comprehension of the basic sword technique to the extreme.

Hurry up and be ruthless, and you can get it. Dao Dao sword shadow collided with golden light fiercely. There was no roar, everything was silently canceling each other out.

Sword Shadow completely collapsed at the beginning.

Nangong Fan's eyes didn't move, regardless of the huge gap between them, he still decisively took out his sword, where can this overwhelming golden light escape?

The stubborn figure erected on the high platform can move many people.

Such meddling in the ring is extremely difficult to accept in the martial barbarians, no matter how cruel Nangong Fan is, it is also your Jin Ge who took the initiative to step forward and be beaten, what kind of ability do you have to come and torture and kill the younger generation?

Most of the barbarians below are people from the Gusheng tribe, and although they don't have a good impression of Nangong Fan, they are also embarrassed. Especially seeing Nangong Fan's refusal to admit defeat and brazenly draw his sword, it resonated with them even more.

But everything Nangong Fan tried was in vain, and the power on the golden light piercing the sword shadow did not seem to decrease at all, and it slammed into the black dragon sword.

"Bang bang bang!"

One after another, the power that surpassed the high-level bone quenching realm bombarded, and the tiger's mouth cracked and blood flowed, no matter how firm his mind was, he could no longer hold the black dragon sword, and the sword body flew to the side.

The golden light still rushed forward.

Exclamations rang out, and the timid person had already closed his eyes, and he didn't need to look at it, and he could already predict Nangong Fan's ending. There is no possibility of being spared under this brilliant Jinhua, and it can even be said that he will die extremely miserably. At least it will be a little bleaker than the fate of Jin Ge, who has been ravaged for half a day.

Nangong Fan's eyes widened, and he was already ready to use the Black Dragon Armor to resist this wave of attacks. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he felt the breath of the bones.

Sure enough, just in an instant, Yuhua flashed, and all the golden light disappeared.

Nangong Fan was dressed in jade clothes, as if he would never fall down as a god of war. The black dragon sword flew up and landed in his hand, his eyes were frivolous, but he still didn't dare to act rashly.

If it is the pinnacle or the perfect quenching of bones, with the assistance of Gu Sheng, he may make a brazen move. But in front of him is the real realm combat power, and the gap between this is too big, this is the power that can easily annihilate him. Just now, it was just the aftermath that bloomed between the fans, and he felt unbearable, if he fought head-on, he was afraid that he would have to be torn apart by it in three moves and two styles.

Nangong Fan, who knew the measure in his heart, was full of vigilance.

Peng Que put his hands on his precious apprentice, and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, what he looked miserable before was just that he was seriously injured and had been jumping in the air without letting go of it, but now he was slightly relieved, and his breathing was much easier. With a few heals, the injury is fine.

I knew in my heart that Nangong Fan had some hands, but he was still angry, and he couldn't help but raise his head, and when he saw the conspicuous jade on Nangong Fan's body, his eyes froze, and his heart was excited.

What are you doing here? Where is your usual steadyness?

I really want to do it endlessly, but I am afraid in my heart, he is just a mid-level realm priest, and the gap between him and Gu Chen is even bigger than the gap between Nangong Fan and him.

I secretly screamed in my heart that it was not good, and I was so angry that I broke into such a catastrophe. He thought that everything in front of him was just a dream.