Inside the main chamber of the tomb within the tomb. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Fan Lang had just cultivated into a Xuanyuan bone and gained unprecedented strength, only to feel that the power in his body was surging and full, and he couldn't wait to find an outlet to vent fiercely.

With the three new treasures he got before, and the cultivation of the Xuanyuan Bone, Fan Lang's strength has risen several steps, even in the face of Xuanjun, he is not afraid, unless it is the best of that kind of Xuanjun, he can be afraid.

Before, he was worried about the Thousand Faces Man, but now he doesn't take it seriously at all, and he is completely sure that he will beat the Thousand Faces Man!

It's time to get out!

"I'm sorry to disturb your rest, but when I'm done and leave, I'll destroy the entrance, so that no one will disturb you again. ”

Fan Lang said something to the dead man.

"Death to the one who opens the coffin!" this is the coffin's response, and he will say this.

“......”

Fan Lang smiled, step by step out of Jirong Pond, the pool water on his body slipped down one after another, he shook slightly, the remaining water vapor dissipated, and his body became clean.

Several people outside the enchantment noticed Fan Lang's movements, and cheered up one by one, they waited for three days, and finally waited for this moment, looking at Fan Lang's appearance, it was clear that he was going to come out.

In the past three days, everyone has been suffocated, and they are not angry.

Chen Lao raised his hand to signal everyone not to be impulsive first, and then stepped forward and arched his hand: "Fan Shaoxia, you have been ignoring us for the past few days, and I don't know what your intentions are, are you willing to come out and talk to us now?"

"There's nothing to talk about, everything is clear, everything is taken by me, you can do whatever you want. Fan Lang finally opened his mouth to respond, in an understated tone.

These words can simply blow up the lungs of popularity.

The corners of Old Chen's eyes twitched, and the others were even more furious.

"Fan Lang, you have disappointed the old man too much, you are a man, you didn't do it. If you don't know how to be a person and don't know the word faith, no matter how strong your strength is, it's in vain. Old Chen shook his head.

Yue Qiuliang on the side pulled out his knife and said coldly: "Old Chen, don't talk nonsense with him, this kid is a bastard, it's useless to tell him these big truths." He wants to monopolize it, but we don't let it, so we can only divide the high and low under our hands. ”

"Alas, as a last resort, the old man really doesn't want to turn his face. Old Chen shook his head.

"I'm afraid it's not a matter of whether you want to or not now, don't you feel that something is wrong with Fan Lang, this kid looks at us with murderous anger in his eyes. Hu Lai on the other side took a sip of wine and reminded coldly.

Chen Lao looked at Fan Lang and found that Fan Lang's eyes were indeed fierce and compelling, and his body exuded a fierce coercion, and he was walking towards the edge of the enchantment step by step.

This look, this coercion, it is clear that he wants to do it, and he leaves no room at all.

Seeing this, Chen Lao completely dispelled the idea of good words and discussions.

This battle is unavoidable!

As Fan Lang walked, he entered the form of a human dragon and turned into a half-human and half-dragon appearance. The purple dragon wings behind him opened, and the dark purple wings showed a solid texture, and with the action of opening, purple streamers appeared on the surface, scurrying back and forth on the skeleton and wing membrane, like purple lightning.

He went straight through the barrier and walked towards the six people who had already shown their weapons, and the previous accomplices were now turning against each other.

There's no need to guess who the Thousand Faces are, and the battle can be exchanged for answers.

The thousand-faced man has been standing still, and he must be using the other five Xuan Kings to deal with Fan Lang, so let him be satisfied.

"If you see that I'm not happy, let's take action. Fan Lang hooked his fingers and made a provocative remark.

The six of them had been holding back their anger for a long time, and now they could finally vent their anger.

"This kid is very difficult to deal with, let's go together!" Yue Qiuliang shook the cold light and shouted.

The other five people should be one after another, even Le Yanhong is no exception.

The six Xuan Kings shot together, took out all their strength from the beginning, and showed their housekeeping skills one by one, and all attacked Fan Lang.

Yue Qiuliang used a knife, Mo Swordsman used a sword, Le Yanhong shook a long whip, Chen Lao danced his fists, Hu Lai waved a wine gourd, Cangyun's tyrant pierced his palm, and directly attacked with a blood-stained tyrant.

Fan Lang was one against six, without fear, opened the Zixiao Dragon wings behind him, urged his own speed, turned into a vague shadow, moved at a speed completely above the Xuan King, and rushed in front of Yue Qiuliang.

At the beginning, he defeated Yue Qiuliang with one punch, and now the two are fighting again.

This time it's still a punch!

It's just that he changed to other moves, and Fan Lang learned the Bursting Dragon Fist in the past three days, and used it against Yue Qiuliang.

The Bursting Dragon Fist can only be used by those who have the blood of a human dragon, and the sound of a dragon's groan sounded in Fan Lang's fist, and a dragon head phantom appeared, and the violent power broke through the air and set off ripples.

When Yue Qiuliang saw this fist, it was already too late, and at this moment, he suddenly felt that Fan Lang's fist was even faster and fiercer than before.

Rumble!

Exploding Dragon Fist!

Yue Qiuliang's abdomen was firmly punched, the flesh burst open, his body flew out upside down, and the big knife fell out of his hand. He flew all the way to the end of the main burial chamber and slammed into the wall before he stopped castration.

This bitter force was punched again, and it was defeated in another move.

Although several people joined forces with him this time, nothing changed.

"Poof...... This kid ......" Yue Qiuliang spit out a mouthful of blood, almost dying.

This is still the result of Fan Lang's remaining hands, if he exerts all his strength, Yue Qiuliang will not only be injured, I am afraid that he has become a human puzzle.

The other Xuan Kings didn't have time to care about Yue Qiuliang at all, but seized the opportunity to attack Fan Lang, and Le Yanhong's long whip broke through the air and rolled straight towards Fan Lang's neck.

Fan Lang's speed now greatly exceeded that of the past, and he dodged the attack with a light flash, and then grabbed Le Yanhong's whip with his backhand, and forcefully pulled the vixen in front of him.

"Ahh She saw Fan Lang's eyes up close, and felt that she had been touched hard, and then ...... There is no then.

Fan Lang took pity on the jade once, and cast the Dream Weaving Eye, which made Le Yanhong fall into an illusion.

In the past, it was very difficult for him to use illusion to trap King Xuan, but now it is much easier.

"Go in circles. ”

Fan Lang weaves a dream of drawing circles.

Le Yanhong's eyes became sluggish, she jumped out of the battlefield, jumped to the corner of the wall, squatted down and drew a circle, which was called a seriousness.

Fan Lang easily leveled the two Xuan Kings, glanced around, and locked on to the third target - the Silent Swordsman!

The silent swordsman was the most suspicious person, and at this time he happened to attack Fan Lang with a sword, and the sword move was unpretentious, turning into a little cold, and directly taking Fan Lang's throat.

Fan Lang's eyes lit up, and he took the initiative to meet it, grabbed the sword stabbed by the silent swordsman with his bare hands, grabbed it in his hand, crushed it, and then cast the Bursting Dragon Fist again, and slammed the silent swordsman into the chest with a punch.

This move is murderous, if the thousand-faced man doesn't want to die, he must take out the strength of Xuanjun to take it.

Fan Lang thought that this move was enough to force the thousand-faced man to his original form.

Touch!

However, it turned out to be otherwise.

Fan Lang's fist hit the target, knocking the silent swordsman away, and he didn't encounter the resistance of Xuanjun's level at all.

At this moment, his heart sank.

"I guessed wrong!"