"Yes, I also feel it, the desolate thunder is my strongest method, but it doesn't hurt him at all. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info "Murong Lan exuded his divine sense to look at his body, trying to find out what was wrong with his body, but he found nothing.

"It's my turn. Fu'an used the palm of his hand as a knife, "I hope you can hold up a few more moves." "Fu'an's speed shouldn't be very fast, but Murong Lan just watched the other party attack, but it was difficult to dodge. With a deep sound, Fu'an's hand knife was firmly imprinted on Murong Lan's chest.

The power of an explosion blasted Murong Lan upside down. Murong Lan was passive from the beginning of the strong moment. This time, the big anti-transfer viewing platform suddenly boiled.

"What's going on, is this Fu'an too strong, or is Murong Lan too weak?"

"Murong Lan is weak, that's impossible!"

"What's going on?"

"Well, I feel that there is something wrong with Murong Lan's body. "The people of the Extreme Thunder Gate are good at thunder and lightning, so they are very sensitive to the flow of thunder and lightning on Murong Lan's body.

"Huh, is he poisoned?"

"I don't know, let's take a look. Maybe something else. ”

"Hehe, Murong Lan has been punished by God. Si Junjie, who was enjoying tea on the side, suddenly interjected.

"Hmm, punished by God, what's going on?"

"Murong Lan was disrespectful to God before, but now God has punished him. Si Junjie smiled and put down the teacup and said loudly.

"This ......" The people of the sect really didn't expect that this was the case, could this still absorb Murong Lan into the sect? Everyone began to reconsider the matter of absorbing Murong Lan in their hearts.

Murong Lan was beaten away by Fu'an one after another, but he never fell into the audience, "Hahaha, Murong Lan, you disappointed me so much, what kind of competition is this?" After speaking, Fu'an's hand flipped again, and a vigorous sword qi broke through the air and hit Murong Lan.

Murong Lan hadn't stood up yet, the sword qi had arrived, and the only thing he could do was to use all his spiritual power and make a hard connection. The power of the sword qi was so fierce that it was like a landslide, pressing Murong Lan to the ground, shoveling the ground backwards, and finally being completely pressed to the ground. The back was held up by the ring, and the power of the sword qi was completely borne by Murong Lan, and now Murong Lan was not lightly injured.

"Poof!" Murong Lan spat out a mouthful of blood.

What was surprising was that this mouthful of blood actually aroused Murong Lan's fighting intent. The raging fighting spirit generated under the action of various emotions of dissatisfaction, doubt, and anger is a very arrogant person, how can he endure such passivity now.

The corners of Murong Lan's mouth turned up, and he firmly grasped the knife qi with both hands, "Give me - break!" The two hands were divided, and the knife qi was finally separated.

Seeing that Murong Lan was about to disperse his sword qi, Fu'an laughed and rushed towards Murong Lan, "Okay! Murong Lan, you really didn't disappoint me, let's continue." ”

Murong Lan, who had just dispersed his sword qi, hadn't gotten up yet, and Fu'an had already rushed to him, "Hahaha, come, Fu'an, don't you just want to kill me?"

Fu'an used the palm technique this time, and Murong Lan couldn't avoid it, and such a dangerous situation intensified the unyielding fighting spirit that Murong Lan had never stimulated. In the illusion world that day, in the face of the battle of gods and demons, Murong Lan did not give up and retreated, this is the unyielding fighting spirit hidden in his heart.

Murong Lan fought back, but Fu'an's palm turned around, skillfully dodging Murong Lan's hands, "Bang!" With a sound of "bang!", Fu'an followed the palm momentum, easily broke through Murong Lan's defense, and a palm was imprinted on Murong Lan's head; Murong Lan was hit by a palm and his mouth and nose were bleeding, "Hahaha, if you want to kill me, this strength is not enough!" The injured Murong Lan not only did not fear, but laughed wildly.

"Murong Lan, you really make me happy. Fu'an's eyes froze, and his hands strengthened, "Then I'll add some strength." Fu'an grabbed Murong Lan and smashed it to the ground, and his strong and unwieldy strength shattered the ring under Murong Lan. Fu An's other hand turned into a palm knife and quickly struck a blow, if Murong Lan didn't take it, it would be dangerous.

"Get out!" At this critical juncture, Murong Lan used all his spiritual power to make it explode. All the spiritual power suddenly exploded, and the powerful force generated shook Fu'an back. Murong Lan stood up from the pieces of the ring, although Murong Lan had been beaten, it didn't mean that he would back down, and the battle would continue.

"Arrogant guy, don't underestimate Young Master Ben, arrogance has to pay a price!" Murong Lan forcibly attacked Fu'an, and he didn't realize that he was subconsciously using a claw. Fists can't cause damage to Fu'an, can the claws still work? The answer is no, Murong Lan's claws slashed across Fu'an's body, only forming a few white marks on the opponent's skin, and all the claw strength was inexplicably removed by Fu'an.

"Ha, Murong Lan, the combat skills promoted by spiritual power don't work for me, and now you are attacking me with the fighting spirit of that incomprehensible body refiner?" Fu An was amused by Murong Lan's attack.

Yes, in this empire, those who practice the body are people who can't refine qi and have no choice but to cultivate. Although there are also legends of those who are powerful in refining the body, those people, with their amazing will and talent, broke through their limits one after another, unified the essence, qi, and spirit in their bodies, and sanctified their bodies. But this is just a legend, no one has ever seen it. After all, if the body cannot be sanctified, the great power will blow the body up. Therefore, Fu'an couldn't help but be happy, this Murong Lan was crazy, and he attacked himself with his fighting spirit, which was not as powerful as Lei Ying just now.

Fu'an's backhand was a punch that knocked Murong Lan back. But Murong Lan was like a beast at the moment, and the movements of his body were completely instinctive. Backwards at the same time, but also with a claw.

"Haha, Murong Lan, you really look like a little flower face. Fu'an ignored Murong Lan's attack and slapped Murong Lan in the face with his left hand, knocking Murong Lan's body crooked.

Murong Lan tilted his body, his eyes were red, he didn't flinch, he quickly straightened his body, his claws parted, and he grabbed Fu'an's front body.

This time, although Fu'an was not injured, he was beaten back two steps by Murong Lan. "Hmph, Murong Lan, you still have this strength, it's good, but it's a pity that it's still weak. Fu'an quickly stepped forward and punched Murong Lan in the waist, and Murong Lan was beaten again to vomit blood.

The blood made Murong Lan's fighting spirit even higher, and his counterattack was faster.

Murong Lan fought back again and again, and the injuries on his body continued to increase, but he always had an evil smile on his face, resisting Fu'an's heavy blows again and again. The blood in his mouth kept spurting out, staining the clothes of his predecessor red.

"Hahaha, I hope you can keep it up, hahaha. Fu'an laughed and kicked Murong Lan away again, and then quickly followed.

"Okay!" Si Junjie on the viewing platform couldn't help but applaud loudly when he saw that Murong Lan had been beaten like a sandbag during this time.

Murong stared at Fu'an with blue and blood-red eyes, turned over and landed on the ground, exerted his legs, rushed to Fu'an quickly, and grabbed it from top to bottom with one claw. "Shhh

Fu'an was stunned, felt pain, hurriedly took a few steps back, looked down, and saw that four wounds had been scratched out of his chest, "How is it possible, didn't Si Gongzi say that Murong Lan was suppressed by the gods and had no power to resist at all?" An inexplicable fear surged into his heart, and Fu'an retreated, wanting to stay away from Murong Lan for a while.

"Huh, Fu'an is actually injured?" Si Junjie was also shocked when he saw the scar on Fu'an's chest.

"Si Gongzi, didn't you say that Murong Lan was punished by the gods?, then how could Fu'an be injured right now, are you mistaken?" The people from the Extreme Thunder Gate hurriedly asked, after all, Murong Lan was the only genius he had seen in his life.

“...... I do not know. Si Junjie bit his thumb nail with a puzzled face.