Fan Ling also rushed out of the valley, and his fighting skills attacked the people of Hei Wuzong fiercely.

The middle-aged man in the lead stepped on the horse's back and flew up, and directly confronted Fan Ling.

After a muffled snort, both of them took a few steps back and were evenly divided. Obviously, this middle-aged man is also at the Dou Ling level.

Looking at the two sides who were caught in the scuffle, Xiao Fan couldn't help but sigh, and soon, Hei Wuzong's men and horses fell into disadvantage.

After all, there are not as many people as Fan Ling, and there are only two Dou Ling.

This kind of strong man has fewer people than others, and anyone with a discerning eye can see that defeat is only a matter of time.

Time passed, and what surprised Xiao Fan was that Hei Wuzong could still maintain his formation under this gap.

It seems that Hei Wuzong is also a good player, but the number is too small.

commented lightly in his heart, anyway, Xiao Fan is worry-free, as long as the winner is equalized, and then go down to be a wave fisherman.

Time passed minute by minute, and only two Douling powerhouses were left in Hei Wuzong's fight.

Licking the blood on his lips, Fan Ling waved his longbow and led the two elders behind him to frantically attack the two surviving members of the Black Wuzong Sect.

Resisting everyone's siege with difficulty, a Dou Ling powerhouse of the Black Wuzong was forced to break out, and then was shot into the chest by Fan Ling with an arrow.

The seriously injured Dou Ling powerhouse roared, grabbed an old Dou Ling of the Blood Sect to death, and shouted with a hideous face, "Self-detonator!" ”

Before everyone in the Blood Sect could react, with a "boom", a powerful fighting spirit swept through the audience, and the smoke and dust were all over the sky, and even a layer of soil was stripped away.

The smoke and dust fell, and the Dou Ling of the Black Sect and the Dou Ling of the Blood Sect were nowhere to be seen, leaving only the rags and flesh and blood on the ground.

"Damn, give it all to me!"

Seeing that there had been huge casualties on the side, Fan Ling shouted with great anger and attacked the last person of the Black Wuzong with all his strength.

The frontal attack of the two Dou Ling, coupled with the constant side harassment of others, the middle-aged man of the Black Wuzong did not last long before he was beaten out.

Seeing that the middle-aged man of Hei Wuzong was already defeated, Xiao Fan on the tree had already conveyed fighting energy into the purple cloud wings, ready to make a move at any time.

Grasping the flaw, Fan Ling shot an arrow through the throat of the middle-aged man, killing him with a direct blow, and the middle-aged man fell down with unwillingness in his eyes.

Opening the ring, Fan Ling searched for it, and soon found the volume of "Bing Yuan Holy Armor" with an ecstatic face.

Holding the Ice Yuan Holy Armor high, Fan Ling looked up to the sky and laughed, "Such a powerful defensive fighting skill has given me even more wings!" ”

Just when Fan Ling was fanatical, a pitch-black figure suddenly flashed. In just an instant, the Bing Yuan Holy Armor in Fan Ling's hand disappeared.

"Sect Master Fan, pretending to be forced to be struck by lightning, let me give this thing."

In mid-air, a black shadow with purple wings behind his back played with the scroll in his hand and said lightly.

"Fighting Wings? Are you the king of fighting?! What do you mean by that? ”

Seeing the wings behind the mysterious man, the arrogant Fan Ling cooled down, slowly lowered his outstretched arm, and asked cautiously.

At the same time, another Dou Ling powerhouse took the opportunity to secretly stand behind Xiao Fan, and the rest of the people also surrounded Xiao Fan, all ready for battle.

With a faint smile, Xiao Fan was too lazy to talk nonsense with this group of landlubbers, and ran away with his things.

As soon as the purple cloud wings fluttered, Xiao Fan rose into the sky, and Fan Ling's face changed greatly when he saw it, and he hurriedly pulled his bow and released his arrows.

The fighting spirit behind still wanted to hold Xiao Fan, but unfortunately he could only slide down a short distance when he jumped.

Easily dodging the pounces and arrows, Xiao Fan left a mockery, "Don't jump the landlubber." Then Ziyunyi shook and flew away.

Under Fan Ling's cannibalistic gaze, Xiao Fan flew farther and farther.

Fan Ling was very annoyed and angry, and his fighting spirit erupted wildly, and the people next to him trembled.

He originally wanted to lead the team to make meritorious contributions, but he never wanted to steal chickens and rice, and even his bodyguard Dou Ling died.

In the end, he didn't get anything, only that it was a man in a white robe with purple wings who robbed it.

scolded and beckoned his subordinates to deal with the situation, and Fan Ling could only leave empty-handed.

And Xiao Fan, who succeeded, sneezed two times and wiped his nose as he flew.

The soul perception was released, and Xiao Fan sensed that there was no breath around him, so he found a hidden cave and stopped.

It's not okay to fly all the time, and if you're targeted by some strong person, it's troublesome.

Sitting cross-legged in the cave, Xiao Fan calmed down his excitement, his hands trembled a little, and he took out the quaint pale silver scroll of "Bing Yuan Holy Armor" from Na Ring.

After opening it, Xiao Fan simply glanced at the beginning and felt the profundity of the ground level fighting technique.

But the wilderness here is not a good place for retreat and enlightenment, so Xiao Fan quickly closed it again and ran quickly towards Canaan Academy.

Rush at full speed with purple cloud wings in unpopulated places, and run and rush where there are inhabited people. Xiao Fan rushed to Heping Town on the fourth day.

Sitting on the flying demonic beast again, Xiao Fan looked at the gate of the ancient Canaan Academy and sighed lightly.

Then he stepped in, returned to his dormitory with ease, and saw that the door of Wang Zeping and Wu Tao was closed, Xiao Fan shook his head and opened his door and threw himself on the bed.

After a good night's rest, Xiao Fan sat up and stretched, and got up full of energy.

Enthusiastically opening the Ice Yuan Holy Armor, Xiao Fan knew that the first step was to absorb the power of the Holy Ice that he carried.

Condensing the fighting spirit and spirit to the best, Xiao Fan let out a long breath and completely spread out the scroll.

Suddenly, a cold breath appeared, and even the air was frozen, and ice crystals appeared.

Although Xiao Fan had a fighting spirit to protect his body, the cold that was about to condense the air still made Xiao Fan shiver a few times, and his body couldn't stop shaking.

Slowly wrapping the stinging power of holy ice with his fighting energy, Xiao Fan burst out and introduced the power of holy ice into his meridians.

As soon as he entered, Xiao Fan's meridians gave birth to some ice crystals, and he forcibly endured the pain of freezing the meridians, and Xiao Fan guided the power of holy ice to the dantian little by little.

Every inch of the power of the Holy Ice passes through the meridians, that inch of the meridians will be covered with ice, and they will endure unparalleled pain.

After only about a quarter of the march, Xiao Fan was clenched by the painful teeth, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept falling on his head.

Halfway through the march, Xiao Fan was horrified to find that Han Bing was no longer satisfied with the meridians, and was marching towards his flesh and blood.

Ruthlessly, Xiao Fan withdrew the fighting energy on his body against the cold ice defense, and used all of it as the power to guide the holy ice, and even the soul power was invoked.

At this time, looking at Xiao Fan from the outside world, Xiao Fan had already become a humanoid ice sculpture sealed with a person, and light blue solids condensed into ice crystals kept falling next to him.

Relying on his strong soul power, Xiao Fan finally brought the power of holy ice into the dantian with great difficulty.

As soon as the power of the holy ice entered the dantian, the droplets of fighting qi in the dantian immediately brought ice slag.

The fighting spirit was wild, Xiao Fan broke the ice cubes, and quickly took out a fire lotus seed from the ring and swallowed it in his stomach.

Bring out the power of the flame in the fire lotus seed, and use it to collide with the power of the holy ice with all your strength.