As I said before, as long as you break your hands and feet, you will lose. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At this moment, the winner is decided.

Fan Lang made up a move, threw a flying kick, hit the chest of the clever young man, and kicked it out, and the blood in the wound spilled out along the way.

The clever young man was missing a left arm, and a mysterious energy invaded the wound and raged in it, causing him to let out a scream.

When the people around saw this scene, they were all moved.

On the Hongqiao, everyone in Lingshan was shocked and angry.

Their people were defeated! Defeated by Fan Lang!

There is a gap in the realm in this battle, Fan Lang defeated the strong with the weak, and defeated the Xuandi realm with the Xuanjun realm. And this battle did not rely on foreign objects, at best it was just one person and one weapon, and the victory or defeat depended entirely on talent and strength, and if you lose, you will lose.

Before, they kept saying how powerful Lingshan was, putting on a lofty attitude, claiming that joining Lingshan was a gift and a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

In fact, the Lingshan disciples were defeated, and how high they blew was, how painful they were.

This result was simply equivalent to an invisible big hand, slapping all of them in the face, especially Cang Ge, who was the leader.

His face hurts the most!

Cang Ge's expression was frighteningly cold, cold and piercing, if it weren't for some scruples, he really had the urge to kill Fan Lang directly.

"Fan Lang, you little brute who doesn't know how to lift, I kindly wanted to take you as an apprentice and give you a God-given opportunity, but you went against me everywhere, and defeated my disciple, so that I couldn't get off the stage in public. You're playing with fire and burning yourself!"

Cang Ge's heart was ruthless, and the killing intent filled his chest.

Farther away, why not Ming pinched a sweat for Fan Lang, things are getting bigger and bigger, before he offended Babel Tower, and now he offended Lingshan.

Fan Lang is really a troublesome little ancestor!

If shouting an ancestor can make Fan Lang soften, why don't you definitely shout.

Fan Lang danced a sword flower, held the divine sword back, lost behind him, and said lightly: "Lingshan disciple, but that's it." In this way, there is no need for me to join Lingshan. Isn't it time for you to leave?"

If you leave like this, how can the people of Lingshan be willing.

Another disciple of Emperor Xuan took a step forward and said a battle: "Master, let the disciple go down to meet him for a while!"

Cang Ge asked with a gloomy face, "Are you sure?"

"Master rest assured, the disciple will not disgrace the master. ”

"Okay, then you can go. Cang Ge raised his hand and inadvertently patted his disciple's shoulder, quietly injecting his strength into it.

This disciple had dark skin and a ruthless temperament, and he only felt a powerful external force merge into his body, moisturizing things silently, making his body more full and majestic.

The dark-skinned young man was secretly happy, knowing that this was the master's secret help.

A thought sounded in his body: "Don't live up to the expectations of being a teacher, in this battle, Xu Win is not allowed to lose!"

"Disciple understands!" the dark-skinned young man replied in his heart, his confidence doubled.

The dignified transcendent forces actually used such a small trick in this kind of competition, and they couldn't see the light at all.

If you send those two Xuanhuang disciples, obviously the chance of winning is greater, the problem is that the Xuanhuang realm is too high, and if you win, you can't win, and the brilliance will not go anywhere, after all, Fan Lang is only in the Xuanjun realm.

Cang Ge wanted to let his disciples of Emperor Xuan defeat Fan Lang, so that he could get by.

The dark-skinned young man was pinned on high hopes, walked down the Hongqiao, passed by the injured fellow door, and said lightly: "Losing in public is really a shame for our Lingshan, go back, look at me." ”

The injured young disciple had nothing to say, so he covered his wounds and returned to the Hongqiao in a huff, retreating to the rear, feeling uneasy in his heart, worried that he would be punished by the master in the future. His master Cang Ge stood in front, chilling and intimidating.

Now it's the turn of the dark-skinned youth to face Fan Lang.

Fan Lang sneered and said sarcastically: "Before, your people said that there was no need for wheel warfare, and the battle would be over in one battle, but now you have sent a second person to rebel in public, which is really despicable." ”

"What's the point of having another competition. My fellow disciple was accidentally defeated by you just now, and it was his own mistake that he failed to bring out his true strength. This time, I will compete with you, so that you can see the true strength of the disciples of Lingshan. The dark-skinned young man tried his best to find a place for Lingshan and put gold on his face.

"I knew you weren't going to give up easily. If you're not convinced, you'll fight again, and I'll accompany you. ”

"Very good, we still have the old rule just now, even if you lose if you break your hand or foot, you will stop when you reach the point. Each person is allowed to use only one weapon. ”

"Yes!" Fan Lang flipped the divine sword, and the blade of the sword pointed at the dark-skinned youth opposite.

The second battle begins!

The black-skinned young man has wishful thinking in his heart, relying on himself to be Emperor Xuan, condensing the sea of knowledge, and having strong ideas, he must win with his thoughts from the beginning. It just so happens that he specializes in cultivating ideas, and he is a master in this area, and among Emperor Xuan, there are few enemies.

The black-skinned youth released his weapon, which was a bronze giant tripod, which quickly grew in size after being released, turning into a three-zhang square circle. He himself jumped into the middle of the tripod and hid inside.

The bronze giant dome hung in the air, buzzing, and the energy waves were turbulent, shaking the sky and the earth down.

It was a defensive treasure that was used to protect the dark-skinned youth himself.

He hid inside, releasing his mind attack with peace of mind, his own sea of consciousness was like boiling water, and his thoughts fluctuated wildly. The power that Cang Ge secretly injected into his body before played a role at this moment and helped him a lot.

"Master's mind is helping me! This idea is really strong, just a small part of his mind, it is almost the same as all my thoughts! With this divine help, what am I afraid of!"

The dark-skinned youth was overjoyed and spared no effort to urge his thoughts to attack.

A pitch-black wave spread across the surface of the bronze dome, an absolute darkness that eroded everything around it and made everything black.

Once swallowed by this dark power, you will temporarily lose your five senses, you will not be able to see or hear anything, and your mind will be severely damaged, which is a very tricky mind attack.

Fan Lang knew the power of this move, and immediately dodged and retreated, distancing himself from the black shadow of his mind, and at the same time, the divine sword in his hand slashed out, turning into a hundred zhang cold light, and slashed off on the head.

This sword is grand and extraordinary, and its energy is burning like a flame, and it is as cold and merciless as a winter ice pool.

Rumble!

With a loud bang, the sword qi slashed into the black shadow, but it failed to hit the bronze giant ding.

Under the black shadow, the position of the bronze giant tripod was unfathomable, and it was impossible to judge the specific location.

The black shadow spread rapidly, the area became larger and larger, and it pounced on Fan Lang with a fierce momentum, as if a huge black mouth was about to eat Fan Lang in one bite.

Fan Lang's face sank.

This battle will be much more troublesome than the previous one!