Chapter Seventy-One

"Hehe, is this what you really think?"

Long Fei's gaze suddenly sharpened, and he looked directly at the calm eyes of the young man in front of him, as if he wanted to see through his heart. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Stop talking nonsense, let's fight!"

The bright sword light fell straight down, and the roar set off tore apart the tranquility in the sun.

Zhang Lan sent a tentative blow.

"Roar!"

A roar like a dragon's roar rushed out at the other end of the sword light, and a fist shadow appeared, making the faces of everyone on the scene change.

Even Ye Ming, who was pranayama with his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes at this moment, and there was a little solemnity in his deep eyes.

"True Dragon Fist!"

Long Fei let out a loud shout and swung his fist up.

Roar! Roar!

Faintly, the roar grew more and more frenzied, and the terrible wind swept backwards, forming a hurricane that swept through everything.

Flying sand and rocks, dark shadows, crushed in the hurricane.

In the face of Long Fei's strong counterattack, Zhang Lan's face changed, he was just trying to strike, he didn't expect Long Fei to want his life!

"Will you take my life?"

The sword in Zhang Lan's hand buzzed incessantly, as if revealing a trace of battle intent, and the light hovering above the sword body kept spinning.

Finally, a bright beam of light rushed into the sky, and a violent explosion sound came out, the sword soared into the sky, and the momentum driven by the entire fist shadow was poked out of a hole and rushed directly out of the sky.

"Hum!" The sword in the air pointed directly at Zhang Lan, and a sneering sound came out, and the sword intent directly submerged into Zhang Lan's body.

Zhang Lan opened his eyes and looked at the vast fist wind, which had reached the opposite side, only to see him move, the continuous condensation in his hand, and the wisps of light poured out, spreading from him and descending on the sword, and suddenly, there seemed to be thousands of invisible silk threads connecting him with the sword.

"Kill!" Zhang Lan shouted out the word, and suddenly the sword moved on its own in the void, as fast as lightning, a brilliant sword light pierced the space, and the sword wave bloomed out, slamming on the vast fist print.

"Roar Roar Roar"

"Buzz"

These two secret techniques, hand-to-hand, set off a monstrous momentum in the void, and one after another terrifying energy swept out, shooting out in all directions, and the sharp air blades spilled down, leaving shocking cracks on the ground.

"Hey, this kind of sword momentum, fist momentum, it's terrifying, is this the true strength of the Thirteen Eagles of Shenzhou?"

Many of the monks who woke up had their eyes twinkle and their hearts trembled.

......

Feeling the sharp sword light on the opposite side, Long Fei's eyes flashed strangely, and the scales on his forehead lit up a little.

"Nine Dragons Out!"

Suddenly, Long Fei let out a soft snort, and he freed his left hand and punched the void flatly.

Whew!

Nine huge dragon roars in a row exploded in an instant, and nine golden dragon heads suddenly burst out on Long Fei's left fist, turning into nine golden dragons in the void, soaring.

However, the nine divine dragons, although the scales and claws are all visible, the tail of the dragon is connected together, concentrated on Long Fei's fist, as if Long Fei is alone, dragging the tail of the nine divine dragons and controlling the dragon with his body.

Peng!

Zhang Lan's face changed, obviously he didn't expect that Long Fei, who was maintaining such a big attack, would be able to punch again, and suddenly freed up his left palm and slapped it forward, slamming it with the nine golden dragons.

"Zhang Lan, you're defeated"

As soon as Long Fei's cold words fell, Zhang Lan's sword light and palm print were immediately scattered by Jiulong.

At this time, Long Fei's body was immovable, while Zhang Lan's face was slightly pale, and he flew backwards more than a dozen steps in a row.

"Poof!

vomited three mouthfuls of blood in a row, and Zhang Lan brushed his chest to stabilize his body.

Long Feisheng!

"In my opinion, you can join our Northern Alliance, can't you!" A touch of pity slowly appeared in Long Fei's eyes, and he sent out an invitation again to Zhang Lan on the opposite side!

"You won, that's a fact, but my Zhang Lan's way lies in the sword!

The cold voice came, making Long Fei's face extremely pale.

Suddenly, the corner of his eye swept over Zhang Lan's back lightly, and his eyes lit up.

"Hmph, if you don't know how to lift something, then it's ruined. ”

Long Fei smiled in his heart, turned his two fingers, stuffed a pinched bead into Qingzhong, and threw it directly at Zhang Lan's back.

"Not good!" Ye Ming could see Long Fei's movements clearly, and his heart was shocked, he seemed to understand what Long Fei wanted to do.

But before Ye Ming's body was vacated, the green bell arrived behind Zhang Lan.

It's too late to remind.

Feeling the strong wind coming from behind, Zhang Lan turned around, grabbed it subconsciously, and suddenly felt that something was in his hand.

"Poof!"

Zhang Lan's hand, the moment he grasped Qingzhong, before he could see what it was, his entire right hand exploded into a blood mist directly under the power of the shock.

"Ah......h

The tragic pain made Zhang Lan let out a terrible scream, her face was like white paper, she was drenched in cold sweat, her expression was distorted, and the pain was extreme.

Out of control, it turned into a green bell the size of a fingernail, suspended in mid-air, so that everyone, who could see it clearly, did not dare to act rashly.

Looking at the green glowing bell, Zhang Lan's eyes were full of hatred when they fell on Long Fei's body.

"Despicable Long Fei, you actually plotted against me!"

Crush a healing pill to stop the bleeding quickly, if the eyes can kill people, Zhang Lan can't wait to put Long Fei Ling Chi to death at this moment.

For him, the sword is his other life, and if he loses the hand holding the sword, his strength will drop a little!

The path of the sword has also lost hope.

The sudden change of time overwhelmed everyone!

At this time.

Ye Ming came to Zhang Lan's side, took his body and checked it, only to see that the entire front of his right wrist was empty!

The hand holding the sword, gone!

"It's so vicious!"

After Ye Ming's cold voice, the killing intent that rushed to the sky surged towards Long Fei.

"Hehe, I just stuffed a thunder shock, let you see if this Qingzhong is strong or not, who knows that Qingzhong will discharge the explosive force outside, resulting in the explosion of Zhang Lan's hand, sorry, sorry!"

Long Fei's voice sounded lightly, not caring about Ye Ming's killing intent!

At this moment, two cold gazes, like substantial sword rays, were intertwined, the cold wind suddenly rose, and between the broken bones, there was powder raised, like snow flocculent hovering between heaven and earth.

Ye Ming twisted his neck slightly, and there was a smile on his face, but under this smile, he was full of coldness: "Now you are really disgusting!"

Before the words fell, Ye Ming took a step forward fiercely, grabbed the green bell in the void, and grabbed it in his hand, a terrifying aura emerged in Ye Ming's body, thin clothes, moving without wind, Ye Ming at this moment, strong and desperate.

Between Ye Ming's broken wind-chasing knife body, there was even a sword aura lingering, sharp aura, pointing at Long Fei a few steps away.

"You should know that Zhang Lan still has a war contract with me, and you abolished his right hand, so you should also leave some memorials!"

"Oh, hehe, Ye Ming, I feel that your mouth is more powerful than your knife!" Long Fei pressed his fist slightly, and there was a faint sense of war in his deep eyes.

Yu Wenjing nodded slightly to the rest of the people, and everyone, with great tacit understanding, retreated to the rear to make room for the battlefield for both sides, as for the Qingzhong that was taken away by Ye Ming, everyone didn't care.

Victory or defeat is not divided, who the green bell falls on can only be regarded as safekeeping!