In the face of Luo Shan's offensive, Zhuo Bufan easily dealt with it, lightly on the ground, his body floated up as light as a swallow, and flew backwards dozens of meters away in defiance of gravity. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Luo Shan roared, increasing his might, and his true qi surged out, chasing after him.

In the blink of an eye, the onlookers in the inn quickly ran out of the store.

No matter how strong and fast Luo Shan's attack was, it was not as subtle as Zhuo Bufan's body technique, and after being entangled for a while, he didn't even touch the corners of other people's clothes, but instead made himself panting and sweating: "Damn, stinky boy, when are you going to hide?"

People came and went on the streets, and most of the warriors were there, and suddenly they heard the sound of fighting, and quickly gathered from all directions, and they stopped to watch.

Martial artists who have cultivated in the early stage of Ning Zhen can release sword qi to slash, or let the true qi wrap their fists to form a fist gang or sword gang, which is amazingly powerful, not to mention that Arhat is still a strength player, and every time he can set off a terrifying momentum, the airflow of this space is twisted by him into chaos, and the dust is flying.

But no matter how powerful Luo Shan is, there is no way to take down Zhuo Bufan, in fact, he can take Luo Shan with one blow before the battle starts, but he doesn't want to expose his strength, so he chooses to fight by seeing the moves. Some people are afraid that the world will not be chaotic, so they deliberately raise their voices and say that the disciples of Tianyuan Sect are nothing more than that, and even an ordinary kid can't beat them.

Luo Shan was hit, and the offensive that was originally leakless suddenly showed a flaw.

Zhuo Bufan's eyes flashed, sharp as a sharp blade, he who was constantly dodging, suddenly turned sharply, and punched Luo Shan in the chest.

Luo Shan immediately felt an irresistible force sweeping over, the true qi in his body surged, and he couldn't help but fly out, but when he saw the audience's sarcastic eyes, he suppressed the surging true qi recklessly, and suddenly stopped his body, like an arrow shot out from the Xuan, his expression was cold, even if he died, he couldn't lose.

Zhuo Bufan shook his head slightly, his right hand was slowly raised, and a wisp of incomparably refined sword qi burst out from his fingers.

Pinch your fingers into a sword.

Finger sword qi!

Before the sword qi could be released, everyone had already felt a sharp edge sweeping in all directions, cutting the air into pieces.

"What kind of move is this?" passers-by gossiped, pointing at the sword qi This is not difficult, the difficult thing is that the sword qi bursting from the fingers actually has a soul-stirring edge, which is invisibly terrifying.

Lu Qinghe, who looked calm, finally changed his face: "The situation is not good, Luoshan is in danger." ”

Luo Shan is his junior brother, and it is naturally impossible for Lu Qinghe to let him be killed by a little-known kid in front of him.

As soon as the sword qi appeared, Lu Qinghe burst out with a cry of surprise, his face no longer had the indifference he had before, he stepped on the ground with one foot, and in an instant, the stone chips flew and shot in all directions, his body quickly moved and moved, and in a blink of an eye, he came to the opposite side of Zhuo Bufan and protected Luo Shan behind him: "Luo Shan, you retreat, you are not his opponent." ”

"Senior Brother Qinghe, but it's ......"

"Stand down. Lu Qinghe's tone was cold, and there was no room for negotiation.

Su Wan, who felt the terrifying sword aura, looked solemn, Xuan'er was even more pale, and she no longer dared to have the slightest doubt about Zhuo Bufan's strength, she even had an idea, she must go back and ask the Great Elder afterwards, how much strength did he use when he fought with Zhuo Bufan, but if she knew that the Great Elder would not be able to defeat Zhuo Bufan even with the intention of death, I don't know how she would feel?

While they were talking, Lu Qinghe and Zhuo Bufan rushed towards each other.

The sword qi on Zhuo Bufan's fingers suddenly condensed, Lu Qinghe raised his right hand and slashed out a palm, as if riding the wind and waves, the air boiled all of a sudden, and the violent energy swept towards Zhuo Bufan mercilessly.

Zhuo Bufan's expression was indifferent, as if everything was under control, his body turned sharply, the true qi in his body surged from the dantian, and the sword qi on his fingers was bright to the limit, as if it was a lightning bolt in the dark night, the two of them fought against each other, and the sword qi directly entered Lu Qinghe's body through the palm.

The head-to-head confrontation between the two made the street vibrate, and huge cracks burst out of the ground, and huge waves of air swept in all directions, blowing the audience backwards.

After a blow, the two of them quickly retreated, although it was a little hasty, but Lu Qinghe did have some time, and he brewed a full blow in a short time, Zhuo Bufan's right hand was shaken by him and felt a faint pain, and he took ten steps back to stabilize his body, and his expression was fine.

However, Lu Qinghe, who was more than a dozen steps away, failed to resist the wisp of sword qi that penetrated his body, the sharp sword qi invaded his body, and his internal organs and dantian were all injured a lot, and his blood and qi were surging, and a mouthful of irrepressible blood sprayed out, looking a little embarrassed.

One party was unharmed, calm and calm, the other party spat blood, looked embarrassed, winning or losing was very obvious, Lu Qinghe was frustrated, and his expression was a little unnatural, but he still pretended to be calm, staring at Zhuo Bufan intently.

"Who is this Zhuo Bufan, Senior Brother Lu Qinghe is a martial artist who cultivates in the middle stage of Ning Zhen, plus Tian Yuan Sect has a special method for cultivating talents, opponents of the same level can basically be ignored, and the peak martial artist of the middle stage of Ning Zhen is not his opponent, but he is still defeated. Luo Shan thought it was incredible.

On the side, several fellow disciples were also full of curiosity.

"This kid hasn't shown his true skills from beginning to end, and I can't see what kind of sacredness it is, but I admire this kid, Senior Brother Qinghe's strength is among the best even in Tianyuan Sect, and there are not many people who can defeat Senior Brother Qinghe. ”

"Okay, you don't have to grow up here, destroy your own prestige, and shut your stinky mouth. ”

Xuan'er looked sluggish, and although the facts were in front of her, she couldn't fully accept it for a while. Su Wan's eyes were blazing, and she became more and more curious about Zhuo Bufan, and made up her mind to find out Zhuo Bufan's identity.

Zhuo Bufan, who had been looking at him for a long time, smiled: "It is worthy of being a disciple of Tianyuan Sect, it is really powerful." ”

The two fought against each other, although Lu Qinghe suffered a small loss, but at a critical time, with his rich combat experience, he turned those strength and the sword qi that invaded his body into a mouthful of blood and spit it out.

Lu Qinghe didn't eat this, stared at Zhuo Bufan and asked, "You obviously only have the early stage cultivation of Ning Zhen, but you have such a strong strength, say, who are you?"

Everyone listened to what Lu Qinghe said, and their faces became very ugly, if it weren't for Lu Qinghe's mouth that had just drunk Zhuo Bufan's battle, who would believe that you Zhuo Bufan only had the early stage of cultivation in Ningzhen?

Lu Qinghe wiped away a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, and chuckled absently: "I take back what I just said, you are indeed very strong, at least stronger than me." However, Zhuo Bufan, this is not the end, this failure will be recovered one day by me, and I will get it back with interest. ”

"Waiting for you at any time. After speaking, Zhuo Bufan waved his hand freely, his body was vertical, and he quickly disappeared without a trace when he entered the crowd.