"Oh, do you know me?" a young man in a moon-patterned robe appeared in front of everyone, his starry eyes and sword eyebrows, and his straight and straight body, which set off his heroic spirit.

"Dou Ke!

"Oh my God, this is a supreme master who hasn't been seen for decades, and now it's here!" someone exclaimed.

Everyone's eyes were blazing towards Dou Ke, who was dressed in a moon robe, and the latter's cultivation was the strongest in the whole field, and even in the entire Yuan Night City. Because he is the top of the Langya list, he has already entered the realm of transforming gods, and now he doesn't know what kind of realm he has cultivated.

Dou Ke's clear wind and bright moon, the cold moon sword, but the legend has it that he has cultivated to the point of being superb, and he is invincible in the bone realm.

And Dou Ke stood at the top of the Langya list, but ten years ago he mysteriously disappeared, some people say that Dou Ke's disappearance is invincible in the worldly bone realm, he wants to break through the Tongtian realm and go to a broader road to cultivating immortals.

Rong Fanchen's eyes fell on the moon robe: "That's right, the person wearing the moon robe, except for the breeze and the bright moon, the owner of the Cold Moon Sword, who else can there be?"

Dou Ke looked at Rong Fanchen, but he just thought it was funny, he had been hidden for so many years, and he was recognized by a child so early.

"Why did you injure so many people?" Dou Ke asked.

Rong Fanchen felt funny, obviously they forced themselves first, but now they came to frame themselves, he looked up at Dou Ke, and said, "What else do you say if you can't beat it?"

Dou Ke was choked by Rong Fanchen's words, he turned his head to look at the black robe and the others, the latter was indeed excessive, a group of old people bullied a small one, and they were also beaten violently.

"But when the young man injured them, he also had to pay attention to etiquette, apologize to his predecessors, and the matter was over. Dou Ke smiled.

Rong Fanchen said: "Why?"

"It's just not right for you to hurt someone, apologize!" Dou Ke said proudly with his hands behind him.

He is the top of the Langya list, a big master in the realm of transformation close to the late stage, and he doesn't care about reprimanding a child.

Rong Fanchen ignored him, turned around and prepared to leave, Dou Ke saw this, and couldn't help but be angry, his order was like a call for wind and rain in Yuanye City, and no one dared to obey his will.

Even the people in the Xiyuan royal family were very polite to him, and Rong Fanchen's refusal was a loss of face for him.

"You're so bold!" said someone angrily.

Dou Ke is the top of the Langya list, and even the Xiyuan royal family treats each other politely, but Rong Fanchen doesn't know what to do and wantonly obstructs Dou Ke's order.

"Who do I care who you are? I don't belong to any sect, you don't care!" Rong Fanchen is a loner and has a free and easy nature, so he naturally can't stand Dou Ke being so unreasonable.

Most of the monks present quietly surrounded the entire street, and now Rong Fanchen is in the very center of Yuanye City, which is surrounded on all sides, and it is almost difficult for Rong Fanchen to break out of this place.

Although Rong Fanchen is called Zhou Chen, he has nothing to do with the Zhou family, so as soon as the news spread, there were a lot of people who came to see the excitement, and even Zhou Key'er came here.

"Dou Ke, do you remember Qingxuan's predecessors?" Rong Fanchen said with a smile.

He once saw the tombstone of Qingxuan Sword Saint in the small garden in the mountain behind the City Lord's Mansion, and he still relied on the strange space left by Qingxuan before his death to get the sword heart, but at the end of the tombstone. He found out that this Qingxuan Sword Saint and Dou Ke had been inextricably linked, but as for what happened, it was unknown.

"Mu Qingxuan?!How do you know him?!" Dou Ke said with some surprise, he was surprised that Rong Fanchen actually knew about the Qingxuan Sword Saint, after all, the Qingxuan Sword Saint was a legendary figure ten years ago.

"Look what this is!" Rong Fanchen spread out his palm, and a sword heart appeared in his palm, shining with golden light.

"This is?!" Dou Ke recognized that this was this thing, and his heart suddenly fluctuated, and he approached Rong Fanchen slightly, his eyes locked on the sword heart in Rong Fanchen's palm.

"Sword fighting returns to the dust all his life, just like seeing it in another world! This is the sword heart that Qing Xuan realized, how can it be here with you?!" Dou Ke's face changed greatly, and a chill suddenly appeared.

Rong Fanchen withdrew his sword heart and said, "What I have realized is naturally mine." ”

When Dou Ke heard this, he rushed to the crown in anger, and a sword rolled over the stormy waves, and the sword light in the sky came all over the sky, slashing on the top of Rong Fanchen's head, as if it was going to drown him.

"Okiyan-style!"

"Burning Sky Style!"

Rong Fanchen wielded a pillar of red flame to block the sword light from falling, but a mouthful of cold moon sword light stabbed out, almost cutting off his right arm.

After Hua Yuan stepped away and skillfully dodged the cold moon sword light, Rong Fanchen was vigilant in his heart, after all, Dou Ke's strength was not weak, and his swordsmanship was exquisite, and he was inferior to the Qingxuan Sword Saint.

"You think you can dodge one move, but what about the second move?!" Dou Ke sneered, he used the Cold Moon Sword Technique, the moon was like a dream shadow, the sword light was like the moon, and the moon was drunk alone, and at the same time killing people was invisible!

There was a cold moon sword technique splitting out, driving the sky full of miracles, this time it was an overwhelming frost phenomenon, instantly blocking Rong Fanchen's way, and there were countless sword light phantoms fighting with him in the miracle.

Rong Fanchen's Red Flame Sword Technique was extremely effective against this frost, but Dou Ke's Sword Technique was so exquisite that it could reach the point of transforming into a wishful spirit, and he was now trapped in the Cold Moon Illusion Realm, and it was difficult to get out.

Rong Fanchen walked up, wonderful and ordinary, his sword no longer had the heat of a red flame, and the Chixiao Sword at this time was like a most ordinary sword, without the slightest fluctuation of sword power.

"Sword Breaker!"

Rong Fanchen comprehended the wonder of the Heaven Slashing Sword Technique, this was the realm that he had only realized after dozens of days of comprehension, and he could achieve a thaumaturgy similar to the Cold Moon Illusion with one sword.

"Broken!"

Rong Fanchen broke through the shackles of the frost world with a sword, rushed out, and a Chixiao sword several meters long suddenly skyrocketed into a hundred-meter-long sword, directly taking Dou Ke's head.

"Carving insect skills!" Dou Ke saw the hundred-meter-long sword slashing across the air, and smiled coldly, he ran the Cold Moon Sword Technique, within ten miles, the sky was full of frost, and the sword light was vertical and horizontal, annihilating the vitality of this place.

All the monks hurriedly retreated dozens of miles away before stopping, this is in the central area of Yuan Ye City, the news of the battle between Rong Fanchen and Dou Ke penetrated, and it instantly exploded the entire Yuan Night City.

"Zhou Chen......" Zhou Key'er was also among the monks who retreated to avoid the frost sword light, she looked at Rong Fanchen who was fighting fiercely with Dou Ke, revealing a soft color that had not appeared for a long time.

Once Rong Fanchen helped her, and even saved her, she naturally will not forget this kindness, after this year, she has cultivated the lark duel and reached the realm of supernatural transformation. Cultivation has also reached the triple level of the Bone Transformation Realm, but so far, it seems that it is still a long way from him.

"Look! The double-faced sword is coming!" someone exclaimed, and they saw two black and white spiritual lights flying in front of the many monks.

Led by Bai Yi, it was Liu Rong who stopped Rong Fanchen from killing the shepherd, and his current cultivation has reached the transformation realm, and he has Qinggang swordsmanship in one hand, making it superb.

And the black-clothed and black Yan cultivation is no worse than Liu Rong, the Qinggang swordsmanship they practice together can be combined into one, and the power is several times stronger.

"Sonorous!"

The sword light rubs, Rong Fanchen becomes more and more courageous, and the sword-breaking style is even more essential, with the most ordinary luck sword, after using the sword-breaking style, he can ignore all restraint and familiarity, and break the illusion.

Ten miles of frost sword light, constantly wearing down Rong Fanchen's strength, the current Rong Fanchen after improving the Heavenly Fire Spirit Transformation, cultivated to reach the peak of the artistic conception, and the sky-cutting sword technique he performed can be regarded as able to draw with Dou Ke.

After all, the latter is a master of the Transformation God Realm, if Rong Fanchen does not use the real hole cards, he may really not be able to beat him.

"I'm not going to play with you, goodbye!" Rong Fanchen said, then cut through the diffuse frost sword light again, stepped away, rushed out quickly, stepped on the roof, and rushed away.

"Where to run!" Hei Yan made a move, and a black sword emitted an astonishing sword aura, shooting out, turning into a sword aura that was close to lightning,

"Bell!"

Rong Fanchen thought in his heart, and the immortal spear appeared behind him, resisting the attack of the black sword, shaking the body of the gun, and the black sword quickly fled and returned to Hei Yan's hands.

"Zhou Chen, I haven't seen you for a long time, don't come to harm!" Liu Rong came to everyone's eyes, stroked his beard and smiled.

Rong Fanchen's eyes fell on Liu Rong and Hei Yan, and his eyes suddenly became cold, it was they who shamelessly stopped him and prevented him from killing the shepherd, and finally attacked the City Lord's Mansion with Blood Tianhe at night.

"Old horseman, I didn't look for you, but you came to the door!" Rong Fanchen said with a smile, but there was a hint of ridicule in his smile.

At the beginning, his cultivation was too shallow, and these two old horsemen relied on their cultivation to be a little higher, so they desperately suppressed him, and now that he has returned from cultivation, I don't know which is stronger or weaker between him and this double-faced sword old man now?

"Presumptuous!Langya Bang person, how can you be insulted by a junior like you?!" Hei Yan heard Rong Fanchen's outrageous words, and immediately shouted.

Rong Fanchen held a sword in one hand and a gun in the other, and said with a chic smile: "I have been playing all my life, every time I lick blood at the edge of the knife, you old things rely on yourself to have a little bit of cultivation, just suppress and bully a weak monk like me, it is really thick-skinned!"

"Don't talk nonsense, you were defeated in the hands of the two of us at the beginning, and today we will take your parents' behalf to ** you heinous people!"

Rong Fanchen smiled, he clenched the spirit soldier with both hands, this battle would be very difficult, but he was the body of the Heavenly Desolate Body, the image of a saint, how could he have been afraid of these?

"Boom!"

He raised the Heavenly Fire Spirit Transformation to the extreme, and the Dao Qi in his body was as continuous as a surging river and sea, and the sea of Qi had reached the level of the Transformation God Realm.

This is the strongest level of the Heavenly Fire Spirit Transformation stage, and Rong Fanchen almost felt the peak of the power of the Heavenly Book, making his realm soar to the Transformation God Realm.

Now he feels that a sword can split the mountain, a sword can cut the ground, and the strength is strong enough to fight with everyone here to the end!

Rong Fanchen shook the Immortal Spear and played with the Chixiao Sword, the corners of his mouth pursed, and he said with a smile: "Okay! Next, it's my home field!"

(To be continued)