Zhang Fan stood alone in front of the iron cavalry of the Tianyan Holy Land, and with just one move, he beat a master of the cultivation period to the point of losing his ability to fight, and at this time, his anger was so extreme that even the Heavenly King Lao Tzu was slaughtered!

The beasts were huge and terrifying, but at this time, they were like cats that had encountered tigers, cowering and not daring to raise their heads. The leading young disciple had already stepped into the peak with half a foot, he was wearing a linen robe and carrying a long sword, and at this time he looked at this Zhang Fan indifferently: "Brother Tai, I advise you not to challenge the majesty of the Holy Land!"

Zhang Fan sneered, the little boy was seriously injured and died, he robbed the vitality of a radius of 100 meters to bring her back to life, and he was even more devoured by heaven and earth and lost at least ten years of life. The old man was even beaten to death, if this is the dignity of the Holy Land, then someone should be allowed to trample on this bloody dignity!

He stepped forward: "I said, hand over the murderer, and you can leave at will!"

"Hmph!" the young captain who led the team was furious, "It's too arrogant!"

As soon as the words fell, a figure flashed beside him, a young man in a red robe, who seemed to be bathed in flames at this time: "Mole ant, don't get in the way!"

A punch at the door is powerful enough to open the golden cracking stone. It is impossible for even a peak master of cultivation weapons to withstand such a powerful fist. But Zhang Fan was not a simple monk, he was as immobile as Mount Tai, but just violently discharged a palm in his chest.

The sudden layers of palm wind swept away like a furious ocean. In an instant, the fiery young master was rolled up.

"Poof!" The young man who had attacked suddenly vomited blood and flew into the distance, and his cultivation was scattered almost instantly.

The atmosphere froze to the extreme, and there was silence.

"Worthy of being able to shake the scale!" the captain drew his sword, "you made me angry!"

"Want to stop me?" Zhang Fan was still indifferent. The culprit was hiding at the back of the crowd, and she was already frightened at this time, she knew that there was a cultivator next to the little girl and the old man, but she didn't expect it to be Zhang Fan, who is now 'famous all over the world'. That little realm master who shook the ruler of the sky!

Captain Jianfeng pointed at a cold cold: "Zhang Fan, hand over the Tianyan needle and then tie your hands and feet!"

"Hehe!" Zhang Fan sneered, "You don't seem to understand the current situation... Is the half-step peak very strong?

The captain gritted his teeth: "Arrogant to the extreme. Don't think you can really stand in the way of the measuring scale. That's just that countless elders forcibly detained the measuring ruler without wanting the Tianyan needle to be damaged, otherwise you would become a robbery on the same day!"

"Noise!" Zhang Fan was furious, his right hand was pushed out horizontally, and a golden stone tablet with a height suddenly appeared between heaven and earth, like the tombstones of the gods, flowing with holy brilliance.

The captain slapped the beast, took off into the air with his strength, held the long sword and slashed down, and the power of the half-step peak operated to the point of being extremely strong, and with the magic sword, it burst out with an incomparably terrifying huge power. The golden light flashed, and the sword fell on the stone tablet.

With a loud bang, Zhang Fan took three steps back, a touch of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and the cold glint in his eyes flashed, the disciples of the Holy Land were really not ordinary, they were several times stronger than the two half-step peak powerhouses of the Red Sect, and their strength was close to that of ordinary peak cultivators.

The captain's sword did not break the stone stele, but was shaken back thirty meters by the force of the shock, and when it fell to the ground, the tiger's mouth in the hand holding the sword cracked, and the blood flowed down, and his handsome face appeared with a touch of incredible. A monk at the peak of Yang Yuan actually blocked him, a quasi-peerless master at the peak of half a step.

If he is allowed to grow up, it will be okay, and once again he has enough strength to kick the ground, dancing the long sword in his hand, brushing a little sword qi and weaving a sword net with a very small gap, to completely strangle Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan pushed forward with both hands, the stele in his right hand was full of holy golden light, and the stele in his left hand was black and full of demonic energy.

One good and one evil were dispatched at the same time, and in an instant, it seemed to be a dance of immortals and demons, and the sound of the fairy flute was mixed with the roar of monsters, and the power was almost to the sky, and the sound was even more breathtaking.

The captain deserved to be a strong man, spit out a mouthful of blood and poured it on the sword net, the blue sword net swallowed the blood and flashed red, penetrating the stone tablet qi machine blockade, and killing Zhang Fan in a chopping veil.

Zhang Fan was not happy and carefree, he just patiently deduced the stele opener, and the stele opener was a ground-level exercise, but Zhang Fan and Uncle Guang had already discussed that this set of exercises was not complete, not because the follow-up cultivation techniques were lost, but that this method was too mysterious, and no one had explored the mystery throughout the ages.

Zhang Fan's talent is excellent, and the stele is broken and erected a hundred times, which finally allows him to peek into a touch of heaven and hook up a trace of immortal and demonic power. Penetrate the cold river of time and come to the world. At this moment, he is a god or a demon, and he is the Dharma that governs all things!

"Edict!" Zhang Fan snorted lightly, and the two monuments were suppressed together, destroying the sword net, and landed on the captain's chest.

The young man was crushed into the air and fell into the dust and vomited blood. Tried to overthrow the stone stele, but it was difficult for two gods and demon kings who could not resist to shake it for half a minute, and his eyes showed a look of fear: "Zhang Fan, if you kill me, the holy land will have a sense..." You can walk away, what about the mortals in Jiangling Town?"

Zhang Fan's eyes fluctuated slightly, he was right, but he quickly became cold again: "Then I won't kill you!"

Did you change your mind? No, Zhang Fan just thought of a more ruthless way, at this time, the double stele burst, countless golden inscriptions melted into the earth, Zhang Fan bit a drop of essence blood and sprayed it on the inscription.

The inscription transpires the earth, instantly turning a 100-meter radius into a swamp. Several people and strange beasts in the Holy Land were trapped.

One after another strange beasts roared wildly, shaking the clouds in the sky and dissipating, wanting to get out, those powerful young masters burned their whole body strength to get rid of the sinking body, but the more they struggled to sink, the faster they sank, the captain sacrificed the flying sword to barely let himself fall, he gritted his teeth: "You actually want to seal us!"

Zhang Fan said: "I gave you a chance!"

"You're ready to face the Holy Land's revenge." The captain took out a piece of jade pendant and crushed this fan face.

Although Zhang Fan shot his fingers to stop it, it was already too late.

Oops, he said to himself. The Holy Land must have received the news from here. The mortals of Jiangling Town are a nuisance, they have to go back and move away!

As soon as the foot stepped on the ground, the swamp completely engulfed everyone, and when the inscription came out of the ground, the earth was tamped as before, and Zhang Fan moved a giant tree to fill the place.

"Zhang Fan.." Nine people were swallowed up, only that woman Zhang Fan let her stand outside, she was the culprit and had to die, the woman was extremely scared at this time, the jade hand holding the weapon was trembling violently, the captain who was as powerful as the half-step peak was completely defeated, and she was not pinched to death as an ant by a monk who had just passed the cultivation period.

Zhang Fan will not pity this kind of evil woman: "I won't torture you!

"Don't.." The woman's face was discolored, her eyes suddenly turned red, and she felt suspended in the air, only to see a very familiar back, wearing a colorful skirt, tall, with a bee waist and hips, a perfect figure is no head, and the last thought is fixed: I saw my back.

Zhang Fan did what he said, cutting off her head with one move, without any pain. He is so merciful, the old man has been suffering for a day and a night to see the little good man before he swallows, no one knows how painful and stubborn he is at this time!