Ah——!h

A miserable howl spread from the martial platform, and the already hoarse voice sounded even more panicked with the tearing roar.

Yun Fan's expression did not fluctuate at all, and in his eyes, there was ruthlessness in the coldness, staring at Lei Zhenzi, who was holding a missing hand, and slowly spit out a word: "My move, a sword cold light nineteen states, I don't know if I can get into your eyes?"

Ten fingers connected to the heart, the pain of missing an arm quickly spread into Lei Zhenzi's body, the pain of peeling his skin made his body tremble uncontrollably, and his bloodshot eyes turned scarlet after forcibly enduring the severe pain, like a ferocious beast that had lost its mind, only caring about holding the wound in the fountain with its head down, and moaning in low pain.

As for what Yun Fan said, he didn't listen to it at all.

All this seems to be a long time, but it is just a flash of lightning.

The strange scene of the two was shocked not only by the whispering boos on the audience, but also by the people in the secret room behind the iron door.

Originally, they had already prepared the scene where the man in the iron mask was slapped to death miserably, but in the blink of an eye, everything seemed to change too quickly, and they didn't have time to react.

The eyes that were about to bulge out, staring at Lei Zhenzi, who was shaking miserably on the martial platform, was ...... for a while Lost his mind.

In another corner, a man wearing a black cloak covering his entire face, a pair of clear and bright eyes burst out from under the cloak with a bright gaze, staring at the high-spirited iron-masked man on the martial platform, and his hands unconsciously clenched.

On the martial arts

Lei Zhenzi, who had recovered from the pain, was sweating profusely at the moment, his low head suddenly raised, his scarlet eyes stared viciously at Yun Fan, who was standing and exuding coldness, and said in a trembling tone: "You are not the third order of the Yuan Dynasty at all!"

"Since my debut, there have been two hands of the third order of the Yuan Dynasty, but I have never met someone as strong as you. So ......" Lei Zhenzi paused, a trace of resentment shot out of his scarlet eyes, and he gritted his teeth and said, "So...... You are not the third order of the Yuan at all, on the contrary, you are the strength of the fifth order of the Yuan Yuan!"

"When you duel with Chi Xiaoyao, you hid your strength, deliberately suppressed your strength and tied each other, maybe it was a trace of weakness, giving everyone a kind of strength performance of entering the third order of the Yuan. Successfully concealing people's eyes and ears gives people a false fact, am I right?" Lei Zhenzi's voice was hoarse and trembling, staring at Yun Fan, who couldn't see his expression, and asked.

"So what?" Although what Lei Zhenzi said was half right and half wrong, Yun Fan could also understand why he would insist on the fact that he had entered the fifth order of the Yuan Dynasty, since he cultivated the Emperor of Mountains and Rivers, whether it was killing Chi Xiaoyao who had fallen into the third order of the Yuan with the ninety percent realm, or cutting off one of Lei Zhenzi's palms with the strength of the third order of the Yuan Dynasty, the two were completely inconsistent with him who had stepped into this realm and understood this realm before.

All of this is completely subverted, his perception of martial arts!

A normal martial artist is one realm lower than the enemy, and it is quite against the sky to be able to fight, not to mention that he still jumps several three realms, and even more outrageously kills him, which is even more incredible.

Yun Fan could feel that since he had cultivated the Emperor of Mountains and Rivers, both his physique and his acuity had more than doubled compared to before.

Therefore, it is understandable that Lei Zhenzi can misunderstand his strength to enter the fifth order of the Yuan. But he didn't want to defend himself, after all, explanation is a cover-up, not to mention that this matter is only good for himself, not harmful.

"Just that, do you admit it?" Lei Zhenzi felt smart and sneered: "Your so-called hidden strength is just to surprise the opponent you will encounter in the future, and you want to win with one move, right?"

"And I am one of the realizations of your idea, but it's a pity......" Lei Zhenzi smiled slyly, as if the pain in his arm could no longer affect him, and said hoarsely: "You don't know my true strength at all, just now I only used three-tenths of my strength, and I carelessly hit your move, when I really burst out of strength, you will know what real despair is!"

"So what?" replied Yun Fan coldly.

"So next, I'll let you know about the gap you and I are having!"

The sneering Lei Zhenzi, in the process of speaking, the raging aura that had been leaking out became violent again, even more ferocious than before.

"Great Sun Demon Hand!"

The next moment, only to hear a hiss, Lei Zhenzi's body was startled again, and the figure ghost flashed in front of Yun Fan's body, because he lost his right hand and couldn't use it again, so he changed to his left hand, full of dead black mist wrapped around the dry palm, dragging the evil qi that filled the entire dueling arena towards Yun Fan's façade!

This palm is even more powerful than the previous one, I have cultivated to the realm of Dacheng, and one palm is enough to scare a person into mud!"

In the speed of his body, Lei Zhenzi was hoarse and a little crazy roar, which spread around, and the extremely unpleasant and harsh sound made some people in the audience cover their ears and their faces were twisted in pain.

"It looks good, but I don't know how much stronger it is than the previous palm?" Feeling the raging and brutal aura coming to his face, Yun Fan's face still did not change, and there was a faint hint of interest in his eyes. He is confident, he can break it with one sword!

In a thought, the standing body took a step slowly, one step bigger than the previous one, the snow-white figure, but the waist was straight, the eyes did not squint, the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand suddenly turned, and the afterimage of the cold light was startled, and then he waved gently, the howling wind rose, the sword body moved, and the finishing touch appeared!

Between breaths, take a step, the blade of the sword, and the red flow.

Poof!

There was no explosion that the audience had hoped for, no smoke and dust rolling up, just a piercing sound that was against the ear.

Tick ——!

A drop of water slipped from Lei Zhenzi's face, which was frozen and did not take a step forward, his crazy smile had turned into a heavy smile, his flushed face had turned pale, his disdainful eyes had also turned into shock, and a palpitation swept in his heart, and his scattered eyes stared at the palm pierced by a sword blade, and he was stunned for a while......

The palm pierced by the blade was frozen in the air, he didn't dare to move, he could feel a sense of crisis transmitted from the palm into his heart, as if as long as he moved, his palm would be ruthlessly shaved off.

"The second sword, the finishing touch is a sword that will pass away!" Yun Fan stood holding the sword, looked at Lei Zhenzi with deep and clear eyes, and said indifferently.

"You...... No!" just spit out a word, but Random Lei Zhenzi's face changed drastically, and he shouted in panic.

"Ahh

A miserable howl came out of Lei Zhenzi's mouth again, and he saw a dry palm that had already flown up at some point, and then a waterfall of blood spurted out of it.

splashed Yun Fan's body, and dyed the snow-white robe with only a few plum reds......

Yun Fan's cold smile was full of banter, his body spun between the swords, and kicked the thunder Zhenzi in the miserable howl with one kick, suddenly stopped the piercing roar, and fell heavily under the martial platform.

"Poof!"

Lei Zhenzi, who had lost too much blood in his hands, had already weakened his body a lot, and this heavy blow was falling one after another, making it even more unbearable, and at a glance at his chest, a mouthful of blood spurted out, but the blood was not black, but black It looked extremely weird.

The trembling Lei Zhenzi wanted to get up again, but his body, which was not supported by his hands, finally fell back to the ground.

It just so happened that his eyes fell on the martial arts platform, and Yun Fan, who was holding a sword and staring at him coldly, at this moment, his dark eyes did not have the previous disdain and contempt, but were full of fear and fear, and the trembling amplitude of his body expanded even more, stretching out his mutilated arm, pointing at Yun Fan, whose mouth trembled and trembled, but he couldn't say a word.

Next, the iron-masked man, who made him feel extremely frightened from the inside out, said very indifferently, which almost made his soul come out and scared him to death.