Before the battle, these more than 100 people thought that they could win, but after the battle, they were swept away by Fan Lang alone!

With so many people combined, they can't beat Fan Lang alone!

Today's Fan Lang is just a preliminary Xuanhuang!

Among the people present, many of them were in the middle and late stages of the Xuan Emperor, and some even approached the Xuan Sheng. Compared to the height of the realm, many people far surpass Fan Lang.

However, Fan Lang broke the barrier of the realm and swept all of them with a pair of iron fists.

"He has just broken through to the Xuanhuang realm, how can he be so powerful?"

"Even if there are 1,700 acupoints, it's not too much! I have 2,000 acupoints! Why is his 1,700 acupoints far better than my 2,000 acupoints? This is unreasonable!"

"It's terrible, so many people are no match for him. ”

In the ring, everyone had different expressions, and their eyes converged on Fan Lang's body, as if they were looking at a ghost god.

Fan Lang's strength made them desperate, giving birth to a sense of insignificance, looking up at the height of the mountain, and it was unattainable.

The onlookers were equally shocked when they saw this scene.

"It's too terrifying, it's too terrifying, Tutor Fan's strength is simply the arrival of a god. ”

"So many people are on it together, and they are not his opponents......"

"That punch is really terrifying, whoever hits it will be seriously injured, and even be directly knocked out of the ring!"

"It's a miracle that just one person swept away a group of Xuanhuang, if you didn't see it with your own eyes, you wouldn't even dare to believe it!"

"The Demon Dragon Mentor really doesn't brag about it!

"I want to be his apprentice! I must be his apprentice! Even if I kneel in front of him for three days and three nights, let him take me as an apprentice!"

"I don't want to be his apprentice, I want to be his concubine!

"Tutor Fan work harder!"

A group of students shouted for Fan Lang, just because the miracle in front of them was too shocking, so that they couldn't help but tie their hearts to Fan Lang and share the same fate.

Above the ring, the battle continues!

Click!

Fan Lang bit down on the long sword he had opened his mouth to hold before, spit it out, spit out the blood-stained metal fragments, and then swam out to attack.

He is as vigorous as a dragon, galloping in the ring, for him, a real dragon, this is the vast ocean, which can be used to his heart's content.

This kind of competition often restricts all kinds of special means, such as treasure cards. He just saved his distracting thoughts and concentrated on performing Nioh's boxing, one move and one style, fixing the country and the country, and having infinite power.

Nioh Fist Giant!

Fan Lang rushed to the center of the group of enemies in a flash, clenched his hands into fists, and roared out angrily at the top of his head, obviously smashing in the air, but he set off a violent wave of qi and swept around.

Seven or eight Xuan Emperors around were frustrated at the same time, some people's weapons were shaken off, some people's treasure clothes were torn, and some people's tyrannical bones were diagnosed, and almost all of them were spared.

Fan Lang's back moves were displayed continuously, each move was interlocking, and he saw that his feet were strong, right down and up, driving the whole body, and the power was transmitted layer by layer, and the sea was all over his fists, and he was pressed down angrily in the air.

A ten-zhang tall phantom appeared above Fan Lang's head, exactly the same as his appearance, making the same punching action.

Nioh Boxing: Eight Directions Coming to the Dynasty!

The pressure of the fist like the top of the majestic mountain was enveloped in the head, and fell on the many Xuanhuang around them, pressing them down alive, lowering their heads, bending down, curling their legs, and being forced to put on a surrendering posture!

In this square land, only Fan Lang stands proudly in blood, showing the demeanor of a king.

He is not bullying the weak, but bullying the strong, only the strong have the value of bullying, with blood and fire, to create a legend.

Punch out!

Punch out!

Punch out!

Punch again!

The rise of Fan Langzhan, the offensive has increased instead of decreasing, and it has entered a state of self-forgetfulness, and even this so-called job assessment is no longer so important, and this battle itself has enough meaning to surpass everything.

Everywhere the fist goes, they are defeated, no matter who it is, no matter how high the realm, no matter whether they are willing or not.

In the end, Fan Lang was the only one left in the ring, standing proudly, his left arm drooping, and his body was covered with wounds, stained red with blood.

After all, he was dealing with a large group of Xuan Emperors, and this victory was won with blood.

He vented and indulged as much as he could, and after the battle was over, he became extraordinarily calm, his eyes as clear as water, and he extinguished all the flames of war.

In this battle, he gained a huge amount of experience points, hundreds of millions, but he was still far from leveling up.

He was badly wounded, and those he defeated were also badly wounded, and some were almost killed.

No matter how much it stops, the iron fist is still an iron fist.

When the battle was over, there was silence all around, no one spoke, and at most only the groans of some wounded could be heard.

Fan Lang was alone, standing arrogantly, closing his eyes, the bloody battle just now brought him some impact on his martial heart, like a thousand tempers, casting a steel ambition.

The taste of battle made him happy, and he would taste more delicious food in the future.

"I'm going to get ahead of myself and then beat stronger, stronger, stronger opponents. As long as there are people who are stronger than me in the six realms of reincarnation, my martial arts path will not stop. When I am invincible in the world, I will challenge the great avenues of this world, challenge the rules in the underworld, turn the world upside down, and reverse the universe. I won't stop until there is no one in the world that I can challenge, and then turn around and take a look at the mountains!"

Fan Lang muttered in his heart.

He is calm and has no waves.

When a man is really determined to do something, it doesn't take much passion.

Impulsiveness is momentary, and true determination should be persistent, and the sea is dry and rotten, but it still does not change.

Fan Lang made up his mind, slowly opened his eyes, took out a healing pill, threw it into his mouth and crushed it, and then stretched out his right hand to grab his left arm.

Rub it!

With a sudden force, he straightened his dislocated and broken left arm, and the bones made a clashing sound of gold and iron.

With the combined power of medicine and the Blood Sea Demon Fetus, the injury on his left arm began to repair rapidly, and the connection between the overlord bone and the flesh and blood was stable.

With a slight shock, the blood stains on his body instantly scattered, and his body became clean, and then he tore up the torn clothes, revealing a tough and toned upper body, and put on a new set of clothes.

The previous battle was like a dream, but the magnificence of that scene has been deeply engraved in the sea of everyone's knowledge, unforgettable for a lifetime, and when I recall it, I still feel the blood surging.

It was only then that the smiling mother-in-law finally held back a sentence.

"Winner, Fan Lang!"

It was an obvious result, but she still had to announce it, and the next moment, cheers and exclamations rang out.

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The elegant courtyard.

The Venerable Mu picked up two white pieces, placed them on the edge of the chessboard, admitted defeat, and then uttered a four-character comment.

"This son is against the sky!"