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The key memory fragment has not been found, and now there is a new trouble.

Fan Lang suddenly stopped practicing, put away all kinds of visions, and frowned and looked into the distance in the air.

I saw an old man with a crane hair and a childish face coming from the sky, and in just a moment, he flew close and crossed thousands of miles away.

The old man's face was ruddy, but his hair was white, his face was gloomy, his bearing was extraordinary, he was hunting and moving in a robe, and the whole person seemed to be integrated with the sky, which was the change brought about by the cultivation of the Heavenly Secret Codex.

Fan Lang recognized the identity of the old man at a glance, and it turned out to be a layer master of the Tower of Babel, named Yuan Zuocang.

Like this kind of big man, Fan Lang knows all of them.

As for Yuan Zuocang's intention, it is not difficult to guess that he must have come to avenge those disciples of the Tower of Babel.

Fan Lang was confident, his expression was as usual, he glanced around in mid-air, and then asked, "Why did you come here?"

"What do you mean by that?" Yuan Zuocang asked in a deep voice.

"I mean, there are so few people coming. Fan Lang said lightly.

As soon as these words came out, Yuan Zuo's pale eyebrows raised, and the anger on his face became heavier. He has the realm of Emperor Xuan, and he is the layer master of the Tower of Babel, but he is looked down upon by a junior!

"I know you're Fan Lang, and this time I came here to find you, and it took a lot of effort to find out your whereabouts. I am the master of the thirty-fourth floor of the Tower of Babel, I heard that you killed the disciples of the Tower of Babel before, and you have something to do with my precious apprentice Yun Zhongbai, you must give me an explanation, and tell me the ins and outs of the matter, especially my apprentice, whether he is dead or not, and where he is. Yuan Zuocang's voice was sharp, and he asked forcefully.

"Why do you ask me, I have to answer you? If there are a few more Xuanhuang, I may be afraid, you are alone, and you are not qualified to ask me this and that. Fan Lang sneered, showing contempt.

The pressure that Yuan Zuocang brought to Fan Lang was even worse than those mind readers before. Fan Lang was not bluffing, but he really didn't take the other party seriously.

This contemptuous attitude completely angered Yuan Zuocang, and no one dared to provoke him like this for many years.

Yuan Zuocang glared at Fan Lang, his gaze was as sharp as a needle, he glanced around and looked at the old man on the other side.

Judging from the breath alone, the old man Hai exudes the breath of Emperor Xuan, while Fan Lang is only the breath of Emperor Xuanjun, which is two great realms behind.

"Little brute, the reason why you have no fear is because there is a Xuanhuang who supports you, right? Tell you, Xuanhuang and Xuanhuang are different, even Xuanhuang can't protect you! It's useless to talk too much, I'll abolish you all first, and then interrogate and extract confessions, see how long you can be hard-mouthed!"

Yuan Zuocang was furious, so he simply started directly, raised his hand to suppress it, and volleyed angrily.

Airplanes!

The energy in mid-air converged, turning into a white giant palm, and a big heavenly character shone in the palm of his hand, and the energy was surging, like a stormy wave.

This move is somewhat similar to Fan Lang's Heaven Covering Hand, but it is urged by the Tongtian Secret Text, which is much more clever than the Heaven Covering Hand.

By now, the tension has become out of control, and only fighting can solve the problem.

"Old man Hai, give me 'scolding' him!"

Fan Lang waved his hand at Tianyi, biting the word "怼" very hard, with a sense of strength.

"Yes!"

The old man of the sea was shaken, rose from the ground, and a sea dragon was born under his feet, and a turbulent wave appeared around his body, every drop of water has the power of piercing the clouds and breaking stones, containing extremely rich energy, and the water droplets converge into waves, and the power increases tens of millions of times.

This is a confrontation between the Xuanhuang!

The difference is that Yuan Zuocang is a high-level Xuanhuang with a deeper background, while Old Man Hai has just entered the realm of Xuanhuang.

The old man of the sea threw himself into the air, slapped his palms angrily, and the waves turned into water columns and flew towards Yuan Zuocang.

"It's a good time!" Yuan Zuo stepped on the sky, his shot was like lightning, without a trace of old fatigue, and he looked fierce and domineering. The white giant palm in mid-air swelled again, grabbing at the water column, overwhelming the sky and making a huge noise.

The giant palm knocked down the water column, and by the way, he grabbed the old man in it and shook it fiercely.

Rumble!

There was a loud thunderous sound, and there was an extra trident in the hand of the old man Hai, the shape was impressive, and he broke through the white giant palm with one blow, and got out of trouble, and the sea dragon under his feet walked with him, and the dragon groaned.

"You are Fan Lang's backer, and you have Emperor Xuan's cultivation, it seems that those disciples of the Babel Tower before were all killed by you, did my apprentice Yun Zhongbai also die at your hands!"

Yuan Zuocang chatted about the madness of a teenager, guessing that the old man Hai was the culprit, urging the white giant palm and slapping it angrily.

This palm, with the help of the power of the Heavenly Dao, cracked the mysteries of nature, and with a few flashes in the air, there was an anomaly similar to short-distance teleportation.

In a flash, the giant palm had already killed the old man in the sea, and slapped it over at a gallop.

The red light around the old man was shining, and he ran the bloody battle eight directions, and the trident in his hand was wrapped around the blood dragon, and it was hard to shake the attacking giant palm.

Thundered......

The blood dragon exploded, the trident was bent by a palm, and the old man flew out even more, spurting out a mouthful of blood from his mouth.

On the other hand, Yuan Zuocang was unscathed at all, and he was obviously superior.

"Your strength is only one or two levels of Emperor Xuan at best, and you are not qualified to compete with me, it is too far behind. Within seven moves, I will abolish your cultivation. ”

Yuan Zuocang's voice was calm, and he urged the white giant palm again, a seemingly simple move, and it was infinitely powerful.

The old man paused in the air, his expression did not change, as if he was a fighting machine, and he would not retreat half a step in the face of a strong enemy.

He raised the trident in his hand, forced out the demon king's essence blood stored in his body, and spit it on the trident, and saw a hideous demon king's phantom flash out, causing the trident's energy to increase sharply.

A sea of blood is gone!

The old man stabbed out with a halberd, passed through the air, and turned into an undulating sea of blood, stretching for tens of thousands of feet, and then condensed in one place to confront the white giant palm head-on.

The attacks of the two sides came together, and this time they were evenly matched, and the Demon King's essence blood helped a lot, making up for the gap in the old man's background.

The two sides were consumed like this, the energy at the confrontation was furious, the white giant palm flickered and changed, and the waves of the sea of blood were surging, and it was difficult to distinguish between the top and bottom for a while.

Yuan Zuocang snorted coldly, raised his left hand, and condensed another white giant palm, intending to open the bow left and right.

The old man of the sea is difficult to support alone, just dealing with a white giant palm is already the limit, if the second giant palm is slapped over, he will inevitably be injured, and the murder is more auspicious.

At this juncture, a figure flew into the sky, first slashing the second white giant palm with a sword, and then slashing at Yuan Zuocang's back with a sword.

Burst!

Blood splattered out.

The person who came out of the sword was Fan Lang, he opened the Zixiao Dragon Wings, holding the divine sword in his hand, and the blade of the sword was already embedded in Yuan Zuocang's flesh and blood.

Yuan Zuocang was taken aback, turned his head, and looked at Fan Lang behind him in dismay, and a huge question mark appeared in his heart.

How could that sword just now be so strong?