"This Zhou Yan is incredible, with one enemy and three, he can still be so strong, and kill two enemies first. ”

"This son has excellent mental potential, and he is definitely a person who has experienced real killing, and he has this kind of ferocity and ruthlessness when he starts to move. ”

"It's a pity that Zhou Yan is a wasted person who can't activate Wuyuan, otherwise, even if he only has a Martial Yuan of the Yellow Rank Nine Ranks, he will definitely be a character in the future. ”

“.......”

In the bloody battle between Zhou Yan and Feng Ao, his performance was highly appreciated by countless people.

At the same time, some people secretly regretted that Zhou Yan's heart could not activate the martial arts source, and he could no longer cultivate in the future, which was a pity that he would eventually be buried.

"Father, we underestimated his ......"

At this moment, even Yan Qiushui, who was as bright as a flower, had to admit that she underestimated Zhou Yan.

Commander Yan's eyes were gloomy and silent, looking at Zhou Yan at this moment, he didn't know what to think in his heart.

In the field, Feng Ao's previous ruthlessness was not there, and his face became a little pale.

When he saw the body of the man in white being smashed over by Zhou Yan's weapon of course, he was even more frightened in his heart and hurriedly dodged.

Although Feng Ao Xiuwei is one weight higher than Zhou Yan and has an extraordinary fire-based martial power, he obviously has not experienced a real life-and-death battle, and he is used to being pampered.

Facing Zhou Yan, who was like a god of killing at this moment, he had fear in his heart, which caused his combat power to weaken by several points immediately.

"Waste..... Things, your strength is higher than him, what is there to be afraid of. Kill him, and Commander Yan and Miss Yan will be rewarded. ”

Feng Guhan's face was gloomy as water, and he secretly hated to spread the word to Feng Ao.

Meanwhile.

Zhou Yan's face was cold, and he rushed over, he broke through a thousand pounds, where each foot landed, he stomped on the ground, and after a horizontal leap, he stepped high and stepped on the face of the arrogant wind.

Feng Ao and Yan Xuan took Yan Taiheng, and when they were unconscious and injured, they took advantage of the fire to rob, occupied their own mansion, and even poisoned their mother.

Moreover, Zhou Yan has experienced three waves of killer attacks in the past few days, and Feng Ao must have been instructed behind this.

Now, Zhou Yan and Feng are arrogant, and they must take this opportunity to kill this fang to prevent future troubles.

"Zhou Yan!"

The wind roared in arrogance, flames wrapped around his palms, and met the big foot that stamped towards the door in front of him.

Zhou Yan wanted to step on his door in public, this was a real insult, stimulated by this, Feng Ao was also ruthless, and he forgot his fear.

Zhou Yan's big feet and Feng Ao's palms were on the same page, making a sonic boom, and the air waves exploded, and the two were separated.

This time, he went all out to fight, but Zhou Yan, who had taken the lead, was slightly inferior, was beaten upside down and retreated, and after landing, he stepped seven or eight steps in a row to stabilize his body and stomp out the flames on his feet.

It is worthy of being the fourth combat power of a martial artist, after all, it is a full weight higher than Zhou Yan, and the other party has cultivated the natal martial determination method, but although Zhou Yan has a martial source and spiritual vein, he has not been able to practice the martial arts that meet the requirements, and his potential has not been tapped.

"I don't believe I'll lose to you a waste that can't excite the source of martial arts!"

Seeing Zhou Yan's defeat in one move, Feng Ao's confidence became even stronger, and he exercised the Yellow Rank Eight Rank Fire System Martial Arts: Flame True Strength.

In an instant, the fire-based martial arts in Feng Ao's palm was urged to rise against the storm, turning into a three-meter-high raging fire, the burning air was distorted, the high temperature spread, and even the ground was roasted into red cracks.

"Give me death!"

The wind roared fiercely, and after a slap of his palm, the three-meter-thick flame turned into a terrifying fireball, tearing open the ground, dragging out a blackened trace, and rushed towards Zhou Yan, who was seven meters away.

Faced with this big fireball that was enough to melt gold and iron, Zhou Yan didn't dare to slack off, and with a move of his palm, he took out a hundred-pound cold iron giant sword from the storage ring.

"Choke!"

Zhou Yan urged the strength of the Tiger Fist, slashed his head with his sword, and fell towards the flame fireball that rushed closely, making a sword clanging sound.

"Phew!"

Zhou Yan's sword fell, and the high-temperature fireball was instantly split into two, bursting out into the sky and shattering the sparks, and after it landed, it burned out terrifying scorch marks visible to the naked eye.

However, the hundred-catty giant sword in Zhou Yan's hand was almost destroyed, and the sword body was halved by high temperature, dissolved into a red liquid and fell to the ground.

Even Zhou Yan, who was in the outer door of the little golden body, was not injured by knives and guns on his skin, but at this moment, he discarded the waste sword painfully, and a few small blisters were burned in his hands.

Even Zhou Yan's clothes were burned with a few small fires, and he hurriedly shot them out, his face was a little ugly.

"Hahaha......"

"Waste, this is the power of martial arts, you can't activate the source of garbage, you will never be able to experience this kind of power!"

Seeing that Zhou Yan was lightly injured, Feng Ao laughed proudly, the previous fear was no longer gone, the more he fought, the more courageous he became, I saw that he shot again, attracting the Wuyuan flame, and under the urging of the martial arts, this time it turned into two one-meter-long flame swords.

"Give me death!"

As soon as the sound of wind arrogance fell, his hands waved, and two terrifying high-temperature flame swords flew out of the air and shot towards Zhou Yan, whose face was ugly.

"Sure enough, without Wuyuan, you can't cultivate martial arts, and you're just a waste person after all......"

Seeing this, Yan Commander and Yan Qiushui, who were originally a little surprised by Zhou Yan's bright performance, their eyes became indifferent again.

The housekeepers on the side, Feng Guhan and Yan Xuan, were even more smiling, waiting for Zhou Yan to die under Feng Ao's hands.

Facing the two rounds of more powerful flame swords, Zhou Yan's face froze, and he instantly summoned the last weapon from the storage ring, the mountain machete.

After suffering a loss before, Zhou Yan knew that before he had not cultivated the essence of martial arts and the inner door of the little golden body, he could not resist this kind of attack.

Therefore, Zhou Yan launched the Tiger Fist with all his strength, urging the mountain machete to slash vertically, forming a violent wind.

"Boom!"

The first flaming sword slammed into Zhou Yan, and was slashed by the opening of the mountain, emitting a heavy roar that shocked everyone.

The flaming sword exploded in response, turning into a shattering wave of fire, which dispersed in all directions, burning the ground with a large number of black dots.

However, Zhou Yan was also shot five meters away by the force of the collision, and only after throwing away the half-melted Kaishan machete in embarrassment did he stabilize his figure.

"Whoosh!"

At the same time, the scorching sound of breaking the air hit again and bombarded Zhou Yan.

Although he defused one flaming sword, there was a second flaming sword.

The flame sword had a terrifying high temperature, and it was indestructible, dyeing Zhou Yan's entire body red, and he had no weapons to fight against him, and his situation was precarious.

"It's a pity that I lost without Wuyuan!"

"If you have a martial source and practice martial arts, this Zhou Yan will definitely be able to defeat Feng Ao by leaping the ranks!"

Someone said.

Rumble!

The last flame sword hit Zhou Yan in response to the sound and turned into a wave of fire, and Zhou He's whole person was wrapped in it, as if the victory or defeat had been decided.

Zhou Yan's enemies smiled happily, but the few viewers with pity were a little unbearable and sighed.

"If you can't activate the waste of Wuyuan, this is what will happen to you!"

The wind is arrogant and righteous, and laughs proudly.

However, after the next moment, everyone was stunned, and an incredible scene appeared.

The flames turned into by the fire sword, wrapped in a figure, extremely fast, rushing and moving, in less than five breaths, it scared away many onlookers, and finally fell into a lotus pond in Yan's mansion.

"Poof!"

The water splashed several meters high, and a large amount of white vapor evaporated by the high temperature rose up, forming a mist that obscured the view.

Zhou Yan was directly hit by the sword of flames, but he didn't die, and he quickly jumped into the lotus pond and extinguished the flames on his body with water, which frightened everyone.

The power of the flame sword, the iron sword and the iron knife can't withstand it, and it is turned into liquid, but Zhou Yan's physique is stronger than steel, and he just loves the power of the fire sword, and he can also jump into the lotus pond to save himself.

Today, Zhou Yan has brought too many surprises to people.

"This little beast should have learned a little horizontal practice of body protection, don't be stunned, take advantage of his illness and ask for his life. ”

The housekeeper on the side, Feng Guhan, hurriedly reminded Feng Ao.

"yes, kill him, kill this bastard, don't give him a chance. Yan Xuan viciously spread his voice towards the wind.

Even Commander Yan and Yan Qiushui also looked at the wind proudly.

After all, on the bright side, Zhou Yan is the future son-in-law of Commander Yan, if Zhou Yan admits defeat in public for a while and asks Commander Yan for protection, he will not be able to make a move.

After receiving the instruction, Feng Ao, who already hated Zhou Yan to the core, naturally did not want any accidents to happen, and he was surrounded by flames, like a terrible fire man, and rushed away.

During the road, all the onlookers hid far away, fearing that they would be implicated.

"Reservoir dogs, come out and die!"

Feng Ao roared angrily, his hands merged and slashed, and immediately two flaming swords burned the air, breaking through the air and shooting into the lotus pond shrouded in white gas.

"Bang ......."

The sword of flame erupted in the lotus pond, turning into a wave of fire, destroying a large number of lotus flowers and lotus leaves, setting off a wave of water several feet high, blending with the water to make a "poof" sound, steaming out a denser white mist, confusing everyone's sight.

"Zhou Yan, shrinking turtle, kneel down and beg for mercy if you are afraid of death, otherwise, you will always hide at the bottom of the pool and be a living king, hahaha......."

At this moment, it was difficult for the people outside to see what was going on inside, but they all heard the arrogant shouts and wild laughter.

"Ah......h

The next moment later, a terrifying scream came from within the white mist.

Immediately after, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the white mist surged, and a touching figure with blood rushing from the corner of his mouth flew out.

This figure, after breaking through the white fog, flew seven or eight meters away, and then fell to the ground like a dead thing. Traumatized by this, the figure spurted blood into the air again, its eyes turned white, and its face was filled with endless fear and disbelief.

"What! yes...... Is it the wind pride?!"

"Impossible, he obviously has the upper hand, and Zhou Yan has no power to fight back, how could he be so seriously injured and be beaten out?"

"Oh my God, how did this Zhou Yan do it?"

“......”

Just when everyone was shocked by the scene in front of them, suddenly, from the fading white mist of the lotus pond, there was a roar of "dong dong ......" like a giant thing hitting the ground.