Ning Fan's whole body aura condensed, the sword qi entered his arms, and the sword qi lingered in his fists.

Punched Murong Fengyun with a fist.

Rumble.

The two collided, the air wave flew away, and with a bang, the entire house was overturned, the sword qi swung away, and the house was instantly reduced to pieces.

The two bodies took off into the air and leaped into the air.

But both of them retreated.

Murong Fengyun's robe moved with the wind, and the hunting sound.

His eyes narrowed, with a hint of shock.

He didn't expect Ning Fan to be able to block his punch.

"You, aren't you the first layer of the sword baby?"

If it's the first layer of the sword baby, how can you resist his punch?

His punch, even an ordinary Sword Infant fifth-layer cultivator, may not be able to resist it.

He is the sixth layer of Sword Infant.

"I'm the first layer of the sword baby, can't you see it?" Ning Fan raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled awe-inspiringly.

"Hmph, it doesn't matter how many layers you have of the sword baby, the strength you are showing now is not to let the sword baby go to the fifth layer. ”

"I can't beat you on the sixth floor of the sword baby?"

Murong Fengyun felt a sense of anger in his heart.

His palms froze again, and a surge of energy emanated from it.

The palms of the hands turned pale gold.

"Bones!"

Turning bones into palms is a peerless learning that Murong Fengyun relies on.

Integrate the sword qi into the palm of the hand, slap it out with the palm, and then the sword qi enters the enemy's body, scattering all the enemy's muscles and bones.

This is the power of the Bone Palm.

If the enemy's body meridians are all softened, then the enemy still has the power to resist?

Absolutely not!

Ning Fan's brows furrowed slightly.

When Murong Fengyun slapped his palms out, there was a shadow of his palms in the sky.

It is impossible to tell which one is real and which one is fake.

But it gives people the feeling that every palm is the most real.

"Cyan Dharma Body. ”

Respond to change with the same.

After Ning Fan thought about it, he instantly had a way to deal with it.

A layer of cyan aura surged from his body.

At the same time, thirty flying swords appeared around the body.

Thirty flying swords hummed and trembled, and the sword light overflowed and flowed.

Around his body, a layer of cyan light appeared on the surface of Ning Fan's body.

Kendo thirty, absolute defense!

Rumble.

The palm shadow in the sky conjured up by the bone-turning palm completely bombarded the cyan light mask.

The cyan mask trembled, and the blue and golden light shone brightly.

But, the strange thing is that when the palm shadow disappeared, the cyan light mask was still strong and comfortable, like a thick wall, and there was no tremor at all.

How so?

Murong Fengyun was a little stunned for a while.

"How is that possible!"

He exclaimed, his face full of shock, and he looked at Ning Fan incredulously.

Ning Fan looked indifferent, and said towards Murong Fengyun, "If you have any other tricks, just use them, otherwise, I will have to make a move." ”

Calm, the calmness shown by Ning Fan made Murong Fengyun stunned.

At the same time, a wave of rage burst out of his heart.

The anger is three thousand feet, and the zhang is in the nine heavens.

"Damn it!"

"Absolute defense, watch me break your defenses. ”

"But it's a chicken!"

Murong Fengyun was not convinced.

What do you want him to say, he is also the eleventh existence on the heavenly list.

is an existence that is admired by people on weekdays, but now he has suffered losses again and again in front of Ning Fan, and the frustration in his heart has risen for a while, and it has become more and more fierce every time.

But he didn't know that the first time he saw Ning Fan's absolute defense, he didn't pay attention to it at all.

Absolute defense, even if it is as strong as Jiang Bieli, it can't be broken, let alone him?

"You never know what my true mastery is. ”

"What I, Murong Fengyun, am best at is the rhythm attack. ”

"No matter how strong your absolute defense is, I don't believe he can withstand my tone attack. ”

The voice is invisible, but it can follow the shadow and kill people invisibly.

In the course of previous battles, Murong Fengyun used his killer weapon to win surprisingly.

The enemy is simply unguardable.

The rhythm attack is too weird!

"Lion's roar!"

Murong Fengyun's mouth suddenly opened.

His whole body became huge, and he directly became more than two meters tall.

His abdomen became bulging, as if there was a lot of air in it.

When he roared, a lion phantom condensed behind him.

The phantom is wild and domineering, and the hairs on his body are standing up.

The Rhythm Attack is absolutely extraordinary.

Because when the lion roared, the buildings within a radius of 30 meters were completely reduced to powder.

The bluestone slabs on the ground were even more lifted.

It became the center point of a whirling and tangled wind.

Ning Fan was on the ground, but he didn't move.

The surrounding bluestone slabs were lifted away, and the ground was full of cracks, but for some reason, the cyan light mask did not move.

It was Ning Fan's clothes that hunted, and his black hair floated up.

His face was uneven and swollen, as if blown by a hurricane, causing his flesh to swell and shrink from one another.

Roar.

Roar!

Roar!

Ning Fan felt that the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

The surroundings become empty space.

But in front of the space, directly in front of him, a wild and domineering lion appeared.

The lion is covered in golden light, and the god is abnormal, like a god.

The king character in the center of its eyebrows shows the supreme majesty.

There was contempt in his eyes, anger on his face, a hideous and arrogant face, and a roar of sound waves in his mouth.

The giant image of the lion is a mountain range, crashing towards Ning Fan one by one.

It's just a lion, but it gives people the feeling of thousands of troops.

Bang bang bang!

A series of crashing sounds made the surrounding space tremble.

Suddenly, Ning Fan stood up from the ground in an instant.

In the face of the lion's roar, his body could no longer bear it, and he could not sit cross-legged on the ground in peace.

He had already felt the power of the lion's roar.

This power is more in the tremor of the soul.

If a person's soul is shocked, if a person's soul is injured, how much force can he exert?

This is where the true power of the lion's roar lies.

However, what Murong Fengyun would never have imagined was that Ning Fan's soul was much stronger than ordinary people.

There are also star tears in his soul, which can make his soul recover in an instant in a broken state.

How could his soul be shaken casually?

A blood python flashed in Ning Fan's hand.

"Kendo, twenty-five!"

Kendo Thirty focuses on defense, and Kendo Twenty-Five, focuses on attack.

Although there is a gap of five swords between the two, the attack is very different than before.

Because Ning Fan learned the thirty ways of the sword, his mastery of the twenty-five of the way of the sword is more sophisticated and more handy.

A sword came out, and the sky was full of sword shadows.

But when the sword shadow in the sky was about to reach the huge image of the lion, the two instantly merged into one.

Ning Fan's whole person was already standing in front of the huge lion image.

Poof.

The blood-colored blood-stained sword, the sword aura is pervasive, the soul is fierce, and the cold air comes instantly.

Boom.

The huge image of the lion was reduced to pieces.

Ning Fan's eyes shrank suddenly, and after the colossus shattered, the space in front of him was also shattered.

Two cold rays suddenly shot out in his eyes, like sharp swords, piercing the sky, stabbing everything in front of him - Murong Fengyun!