The blue light flashed away, and in an instant, Meng Bufan came to Baili Feng's body.

Meng Bufan once again showed everyone his superb speed, and only a few people could see his movements clearly.

Baili Feng snorted coldly, and the spirit sword suddenly slashed down, and the powerful spiritual power blew open the hair on Meng Bufan's forehead.

He was one of those few people, as long as he could catch Meng Bufan's movements, he would have the means to deal with it.

The powerful slash came to the top of Meng Bufan's head, maybe even because he was so fast that it made people look as if he was going to die on his own.

The corners of Meng Bufan's mouth raised slightly, and the blue light on his body converged slightly, but a trace of thunder flashed under his feet.

The sword light slashed, but it was a lonely one.

Meng Bufan's speed increased again, and before everyone could react, he had already come to his back from Baili Feng.

"Wind and Thunder......"

Bai Qianleng raised his eyebrows, and a strange feeling suddenly rose in his heart.

Meng Bufan has dual attributes of wind and thunder, and seems to have extremely strong body and martial arts, so his speed is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

What makes Bai Qianleng a little weird is not Meng Bufan's speed, but Meng Bufan's person.

Although people with dual attributes of wind and thunder are rare, there are still so many of them among the countless people in the cultivation realm, and he has seen many of them himself, and a monk with the attribute of wind and thunder should not let him feel anything special.

But Meng Bufan's dual attributes of wind and thunder, coupled with that extremely fast speed, gave Bai Qianleng a strange feeling.

For some reason, he thought of someone, someone he admired.

This feeling made his face a little solemn, and he looked at the battle on the arena closely.

Baili Feng frowned slightly, and a violent breath behind him quickly headed towards his back, accompanied by a sonic boom of "Zizi", wanting to pierce his body.

His heart was a little gloomy, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

Don't get a little impatient.

Rumble!

The green flame rose and burst out above his body, scorching the space.

The thunder and lightning that was transformed by the thunder spiritual power were melted instantly when they came to the back of Baili Feng, and it was difficult for even Baili Feng's clothes to touch.

The blazing green flame enveloped Baili Feng, and Baili Feng was a fire man at this time.

Meng Bufan's figure retreated slightly, and his voice was calm: "The green flame of the Blue Flame Spirit Body is really strong. ”

Baili Feng slowly turned around, like a god of flames, and looked at Meng Bufan arrogantly: "No matter how fast you are, your attack will be swallowed by my green flame, admit defeat!"

The high-minded tone shows Bailifeng's pride and self-confidence.

The green flame spirit body, as soon as the green flame comes out, in addition to other special physiques, it is difficult to have an opponent.

At least in the decades that Baili Feng has survived, there are very few who can compete with his Blue Flame Spirit Body.

Among the Eight Heavenly Pride, only Meng Wusin, who is also a disciple of the Wind Thunder Pavilion, can compete with him.

Meng Bufan's pupils reflected the slightly fluttering green flames, and he couldn't help but admit in his heart that it was indeed a little tricky.

However, he smiled in a blink of an eye: "Qingyan is indeed powerful, but it is not impossible to resist. ”

Baili Feng sneered: "Oh, anyone can say big things, but they don't have the strength to match it." ”

Meng Bufan smiled slightly, and his figure suddenly disappeared in place.

Baili Feng's face was gloomy, and he stood quietly in place like this.

He knew that his speed was not as fast as Meng Bufan, but Qingyan was his strongest protection, and he could respond to all changes with the same.

"My strength, you can experience it!"

A cold voice sounded, and Meng Bufan's figure suddenly appeared above Baili Feng's head.

Click!

It was as if the sky had been opened, and a dark purple thunderbolt slashed from the sky.

Meng Bufan held the blue purple spirit sword in his hand, guiding the dark purple thunder to suddenly slash on the green flames around Baili Feng.

It's just that to everyone's surprise, the aura emitted by this dark purple thunder seems to be a little different from ordinary thunder. They can't say what the difference is.

However, unlike the surprised crowd, there was a group of people who were shocked and looked at the arena in disbelief.

They were the people of the Wind Thunder Pavilion, whether it was the disciples of the Wind Thunder Pavilion in the arena, or the people of the Wind Thunder Pavilion who were watching this scene through the light curtain from the outside world, they all stood up in shock.

Bai Qian looked at Qiannan coldly, and slowly lowered his hands behind his back.

At this time, in his eyes, there was only Meng Bufan's figure, only the dark purple thunder, and only the blue purple spirit sword.

At the same time, a figure standing up to the sky and the earth appeared in his mind, a figure deep in his heart.

Only now did he realize that the "Bufan" that suddenly appeared was so similar to that figure.

Zizizizi!

The continuous spread of the purple thunder finally made Baili Feng, who was also shocked by the other Wind Thunder Pavilion disciples, react.

Quickly suppressing the shock in his heart, Baili Feng's face calmed down, and his spiritual power exploded.

After receiving a huge infusion of spiritual power, the green flames around Baili Feng soared, dancing wildly, wanting to incinerate that dark purple thunder.

However, a scene that shocked him again happened.

The crazy burning green flames actually began to shrink continuously, as if those green flames were constantly disappearing.

And the origin head is, that dark purple thunder.

Then, the thunder fell and bombarded Baili Feng's body.

His face was slightly pale, and Baili Feng's body retreated again and again, but he didn't have time to feel the pain on his body, but suddenly looked at Meng Bufan, and shouted violently: "Thunder of Heavenly Punishment, who are you!"

Immediately, he turned his head to look at the purple green spirit sword in Meng Bufan's right hand, and his voice was a little gloomy: "The Wind and Thunder Sword that disappeared twenty years ago, why is it in your hands!"

Rumble!

The dark purple thunder erupted with all its might, and the invincible green flames were completely suppressed at this moment, and more and more green flames disappeared out of thin air, which was extremely weird.

Baili Feng's face turned even paler, constantly urging the spiritual power and green flames to constantly consume this thunder.

Meng Bufan's mood seemed to fluctuate a little, and he laughed: "I didn't expect you to remember the Thunder of Heavenly Punishment and the Wind Thunder Sword!

The voice suddenly became cold, and a huge shadow stretched out behind Meng Bufan, and a terrifying aura enveloped the entire arena, and the fury of the thunder and the lightness of the wind were perfectly intertwined, as if they were born to be together.

The left is blue and the right is purple, and the wind blade and the thunder arc are constantly jumping.

Wings of Wind and Thunder!

The huge wings fluttered slightly, the space shook slightly, and Meng Bufan seemed to teleport behind Baili Feng, who was still retreating, and the wind and thunder sword slashed down gently.

Baili Feng forcibly stopped his body, but because of this, his body was hit even more, and his face became even paler.

Turning around suddenly, the green flame wrapped the spirit sword and blocked towards the Wind Thunder Sword.

Bite!

The two spirit swords touched each other, as if a crisp sound sounded in everyone's ears.

However, this is not the case.

A blue light flashed in Meng Bufan's pupils, and the Wind Thunder Sword in his hand slightly exuded a wonderful light aura.

Without the slightest sound, the Wind Thunder Sword came to Baili Feng's shocked face, and his spirit sword was still straight above him.

That's right, the Wind and Thunder Sword seemed to slash through the air, and it slashed straight from the sword body of the spirit sword in Baili Feng's hand.

With a slight movement of his wrist, the Wind Thunder Sword suddenly changed direction and came to Baili Feng's neck, and then stopped abruptly.

The skin on the neck was slightly cut, and drops of blood oozed from it.

Baili Feng stared at Meng Bufan deadly, and the spirit sword in his hand was slowly put down.

He's already defeated, but he doesn't care.

"Bufan, win. ”

The old man's voice sounded, but no one cared.

Meng Bufan and Baili Feng also never left the arena.

The Wind Thunder Sword was lying on Baili Feng's neck like this, Meng Bufan slowly turned his head to look at the many disciples of the Wind Thunder Pavilion who were shocked, and his voice was unprecedentedly cold: "I don't know these two things, have you forgotten!"

Strike!

Strike!

As if to attract their attention, the bruised and purple wings behind Meng Bufan slammed twice in the air, making an extremely dull sound.

Although they were a little shocked by the scene that had just happened, everyone sensed from Meng Bufan's words that there seemed to be something going on between Meng Bufan and the Wind Thunder Pavilion.

With the curiosity of the melon-eating crowd, everyone set their eyes on the many disciples of the Wind Thunder Pavilion, wanting to know how they would respond.

Mo Li glanced at Meng Bufan deeply, and the waves in his heart slowly calmed down.

The Wind Thunder Sword, the Wind Thunder Wings, the Wind Thunder Pavilion, and the strange power that Meng Bufan had never shown just now, what was the connection between them.

Yue Ling took a slight step forward, and her cold voice was a little shocked: "Wind Thunder Sword, Wind Thunder Wings, Heavenly Punishment Thunder, Penetrating Wind, who are you!"

Meng Bufan didn't speak, but replied with an extremely cold expression.

She was about to say something more, but a hand stopped in front of her.

Bai Qianleng took a step forward gently, he looked at Meng Bufan's expression was a little complicated, and there was a trace of nervousness in his tone: "You and ...... What is the relationship between Brother Meng Fanchen?"

Yue Ling's body shook violently, his mind was spinning rapidly, he knew that Bai Qianleng would not talk nonsense, and he was the person he admired the most, even if that person was dead.

She looked at Meng Bufan again, but found that between Meng Bufan's eyebrows, there was a slight resemblance to that person.

Listening to the cold words, Meng Bufan's eyes flashed slightly.

Meng Fanchen...... Eldest brother.

His tone seemed slightly softer, but still cold: "He's my father. ”

Rumble!

There was a constant roar in his mind, and Bai Qianleng's lips trembled slightly: "Brother Fan Chen only has one son, and he died more than twenty years ago. ”

Meng Bufan suddenly looked up to the sky and smiled, his wings shook, and he suddenly flew into the air.

"Twenty years ago I got away with it, and this time I came back, didn't you expect it!"

Airplanes!

Meng Bufan held the Spirit Devouring Sword high, and a thunderbolt behind him slammed down just like his mood at this time.

"Meng Changsheng, I will kill you!"