Good bold!"

At the moment when Qingbu Wu burst out, Lin Fan also scolded angrily and threw a punch.

With a bang, the fist prints collided and disappeared at the same time.

Lin Fan flew up, stood proudly in the ring, and pointed at Qing Buwu, "Can't you afford to lose?"

"You're talking to the deity?"

Qingbu Wu came step by step, walking in the air, and there was a great avenue golden lotus to lift him forward.

"Or else?"

Lin Fan glanced at the ring, at this time, only the rest of Qing Tage was embedded in Wuji's hand above the neck, and the rest of the flesh had been blasted into crumbs, and the corners of his mouth twitched, this thing is really ruthless.

Of course, Qing Buwu also saw the fate of his younger brother, and his eyes were full of endless anger and murderous intent in his eyes.

"Miscellaneous, now that you have a song, I can spare you from dying. Qingbu Wu shouted angrily.

"Let go of the song, or die!"

"I put on the song. ”

......

The people of the Qing clan roared angrily, and the soldiers in their hands were bright, reflecting the brilliance of the sky and the power of the rules.

The Tianhuang sword came out of the sheath, Le Yao flew up, pointed at the Qing clan, and said coldly: "Whoever is shouting will die!"

"It's ridiculous, your Qing clan can't wait to bet against our clan, but you lose this time, but you want to deny it, and you still want to leave the life of Qing Ta Ge, are you sure you are not dreaming?"

A top saint of the Phoenix Clan smiled coldly, he also stepped into the sky, and said, "If you want to fight, how can my Phoenix Clan be afraid of your Qing Clan?"

"It doesn't matter if you fight or not, it's just that you, the Qing clan, are not afraid of being blamed by the patrol lord? ”

Uncle Huang spoke, and these words made Patrol Hunt's face suddenly cold.

"Indeed, Lord Patrol is the face of the god on behalf of the Hunt, aren't you embarrassing your lord by making trouble like this?"

Another Phoenix Clan Sage spoke, and the patrol hunt's face became even colder.

Using their words against him just now really left him speechless.

Lin Fan smiled, he looked at Qing Buwu, and said, "I know, your Qing clan doesn't give face to the patrol lord, you don't give face to the patrol lord, but you don't give face to the gods, do you Qing clan want to die?

Qing Buwu's face changed, and he shouted angrily: "I came here, not for anything else, just to fight with you." ”

"Fight with me?" Lin Fan smiled playfully: "But why does this seat want to fight with you?"

Qing Buwu said coldly: "My personal ten-year combat exploits!

"Not enough. Lin Fan shook his head.

"I bet on 90,000 merits together, if you lose, I want him to release my brother, if you win, I will give you the next ten years of exploits and the 90,000 merits on my body at this time. "Qingbu Wuyin measurement.

At this time, he knew that it was impossible to forcibly rescue Qing Tage.

The Phoenix Clan has more Sages here than he has in the Qing Clan.

What's more, the patrol is still here.

As long as he attacks, it will really be a slap in the face.

No matter what the patrol thought in his heart, at least in front of everyone, he still needed to maintain a fair appearance.

"Come on. Lin Fan agreed.

Ninety thousand military exploits are enough to change a glorious mansion.

"Kill!"

Qing Buwu roared angrily, and his big hand slapped down, bringing a fierce wind, time and space seemed to flow between his palms and fingers, and the space was shattered inch by inch under his palms and fingers.

Lin Fan was indifferent, raised a hand, and directly attacked Qing Buwu's big hand.

Thundered!

In front of Lin Fan's fingers, the continuous control was pressed by his Dancun's flesh and burst apart, black cracks spread like spider webs, the space collapsed and twisted, and Qing Buwu let out an incredible roar.

His palm finger was actually broken, and his Holy Emperor's body was no match for this saint at all, and the crimson holy blood dripped down.

You must know that this is just the power of the simple flesh god, which actually wiped out his rules and directly injured his palm fingers.

"Impossible!"

Qing Buwu roared.

How to believe this one fact.

He was a Holy Emperor, and he was all over the place, killing the seventh Saint Emperor-level creatures crying wolves, but he was injured in the first wave of confrontation with a saint in his own realm.

"There are many things that you think are impossible, just as before the war you thought my brother was going to be beheaded. ”

Lin Fan's words were cold and ruthless, with a hint of murderous aura overflowing.

He was angry and resentful.

As a leading bird, under the instruction of some people, this Qing clan should first attack the Phoenix Clan, wanting to completely make the Phoenix Clan a joke, and in the next ten years, it will be in dire straits.

It is not difficult to imagine what a tragic situation the Phoenix Clan will face if they lose today's battle.

"Crush you today!"

Qingbu Wu shouted angrily.

He wants to be ashamed.

His younger brother was abused by a nobody, so he bloodied the horses of the Phoenix clan and regained the face of the Qing clan.

In his pupils, two heavenly knives actually fell, cutting towards Lin Fan's neck like a dragon scissors, wanting to take off Lin Fan's head, and his eyebrows opened quickly and abruptly, and a green and faint killing light struck Lin Fan.

"Little Doyle!"

Lin Fan laughed wildly, his right hand opened and closed, ruthlessly crushing the past, and the holy power was surging, like a prehistoric monster coming out.

It's just a hand passing through the air, it looks light and light, but the sky is falling, the whole heaven and earth are rumbling, and the palm fingers are passing through the air, first grinding out the green and faint killing mang, and then turning the palm to twist the two heavenly knives directly into the void.

"Impossible!"

Qing Buwu roared.

He was shaken, shocked, he felt that even a saint who was a small realm higher than him could not be so lightly opposed to him.

Could it be that the monsters who embarked on the path of the Great Sage are so strong?

It is rumored that the great sage is out of the world without saints, is it true?

However, on the other side, Lin Fan, the flow of his body is only the sub-holy aura, and he is far from the real holy realm.

If he is really sanctified, can he really be invincible in the Holy Realm?

Lin Fan took a step forward, like a prehistoric magic mountain moving, which actually made all the saints here frightened, and they felt that Lin Fan at this time was in harmony with heaven and earth, and became a tangible carrier of the will of the Heavenly Dao.

Before entering the realm of the sub-sage, he was able to fight with the Holy Emperor, not to mention that now that he has become a sub-sage, he is really about to become a legendary sage.

Therefore, the current Holy Emperor, for Lin Fan, it is really too simple to kill.

The right hand that was crushed away did not retract, and still went towards the Qingbu Wu cover, which made Qing Buwu's heart cold, and the soul of the dead was rising, he felt like the whole Qingtian was killing him; he couldn't resist it at all, and a sense of powerlessness surged in his heart.

He wanted to escape, but there was an invisible 'momentum' that locked him, it was Lin Fan's killing intention, he couldn't avoid it, and after roaring, he crossed his hands and raised it, wanting to take the blow hard.

With a thud, his raised hands were disintegrated into a mist of blood, and then, with a scream, his fingers brushing lightly, shattering half of his body.