Rumble!

Zhao Jinpeng waved his hand, and a three-meter-long palm condensed in the air, and slapped it towards Yang Fan.

Zhao Jinpeng's attack is not strong, after all, he has no deep hatred with Yang Fan, if he really kills Yang Fan in the Zhao family, he is worried that it will attract the revenge of the forces behind Yang Fan, such a terrifying talent has an absolutely high status in the sect.

This huge palm was impartial, enveloping Yang Fan.

"System, open the Book of Killing, Murder Armor, Murder Sword, Violent Sword, and Infinite Source Power. ”

Yang Fan said in his heart.

"Ding! Success! Infinite Source Power Time Remaining: 23:59:59. ”

Shattered Finger!

Yang Fan quickly pinched the spell, and with the passive effect of infinite source power, the speed of the magic attack tripled, allowing Yang Fan to use the speed of the Shattering Finger by three times.

The Shattering Finger came first, and a beam of light shot out from one of Yang Fan's fingers.

Before everyone could react, the beam of light instantly shattered the huge palm.

Everyone in the Zhao family widened their eyes in disbelief, Zhao Jinpeng's face was gloomy, and he felt that his old face was hot and painful.

Yang Fan was equally surprised, and then the voice in his head made him understand.

"Ding!Triggers the passive effect of the Violent Greatsword, which triples this attack. ”

I saw that the beam of light emitted by the Shattering Finger was still powerful after breaking through the huge palm, and it shot out towards Zhao Zizhen.

"Not good!"

Zhao Kangde's face changed greatly, blocking in front of Zhao Zizhen, using the true yuan power of his whole body, condensing a layer of translucent energy shield in front of him, and then quickly pinching the magic trick and releasing the magic formula from the energy cover.

Just when the beam of light was only ten meters away from Zhao Kangde, a blue-purple skull condensed and rushed towards that beam.

The skull opened its jaws and made quick biting motions, as if trying to bite the beam apart.

However, the beam of light directly pierced through the skull, still shooting towards Zhao Kangde.

Bang!

There was a sound of glass shattering, and the energy shield condensed by Zhao Kangde shattered, piercing his shoulders and shooting towards Zhao Zizhen.

Zhao Zizhen's face turned pale and collapsed to the ground.

But it was precisely because he sat like this that the beam of light that had been shooting at his abdomen hit him in the neck.

Fortunately, the beam of light emitted by the Destruction Finger was weakened layer by layer, and finally hit Zhao Zizhen's neck stalk, only piercing a layer of skin, and blood gushing out, but it was not fatal.

Yes!

Zhao Zizhen screamed, making Zhao Kangde chuckle, turned around and looked, his pupils shrank, and he hurriedly took out the pill and stuffed it into Zhao Zizhen's mouth.

Soon, Zhao Zizhen's neck stalk injury recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Ancestor, don't be polite, let's go directly. ”

After speaking, Zhao Kangde rushed towards Yang Fan regardless of it.

"Stand down. ”

Zhao Jinpeng could see that Yang Fan's strength was above his junior.

But it was too late for Zhao Jinpeng to say it.

Zhao Kangde came to Yang Fan in the blink of an eye, condensed a dragon in his hand, and turned into a green dragon knife and slashed away.

"Dragon Splitting !!"

For this knife, Zhao Kangde used ten percent of his strength.

No one can hurt their grandchildren.

"Stupid! You grandson, sooner or later it will bring disaster to your Zhao family, so I'll teach you a lesson today. ”

After speaking, Yang Fan's momentum increased suddenly, his body bowed slightly, and he drank in his mouth.

A blue halo enveloped Yang Fan, inside was the golden color of Chaosai One, and the outermost was the blue steam of the seventh gate, which was formed by the rapid evaporation of sweat.

Airplanes!

In the blink of an eye, Yang Fan's cultivation rose rapidly, and Yang Fan couldn't arouse any interest in this kind of meaningless battle at all.

Half-step Mahayana period, early Mahayana high order, middle Mahayana middle stage, late Mahayana early early stage.

It's just that Yang Fan's strength in the late Mahayana period in this state has a lot of moisture, and he is not a genuine opponent in a head-to-head battle.

"Big ...... Mahayana ......"

Whew!!

Zhao Jinpeng and Zhao Kangde took several steps back one after another, and their old faces were uncontrollable with horror.

At the same time, in the Hall of Light in the Imperial Palace of Water Source City, the Water Emperor and a group of ministers were having a court meeting.

"Who else is playing?"

On the dragon chair under the plaque above the Hall of Light, Mo Pengchi was wearing a black dragon robe, and his style was a bit like the style of the Qin Dynasty, powerful and domineering.

Mo Pengchi held his chin with his right hand, his face listless.

Not long ago, he suddenly felt that the Earth Emperor Guo Yangwen had broken through again, and his strength had directly reached the Mahayana Consummation, which was not a good thing for him.

As early as thousands of years ago, when they were not the masters of their respective countries, Guo Yangwen confronted Mo Pengchi, although the two did not have a deep hatred, but because the relationship between the water source country and the soil source country was not cold, diplomatic relations have always been rare, which also led to the contradictions between the two countries have always existed. Fortunately, this contradiction is not very big, and both sides are relatively restrained and do not further escalate it.

Now that he knows that Guo Yangwen's strength has broken through, Mo Pengchi, who was originally a small realm, is even more anxious.

Among the five emperors, he ranked third, and his results were very good on the surface, but in fact he was not. Of course, when the two of them ascended to the big positions one after another, their strength was almost the same as Guo Yangwen's, but now they are two small realms apart, doesn't this mean that they are very inferior?

"Alas!"

Come to think of it. Mo Pengchi sighed heavily.

"Your Majesty, the minister has a book. ”

At this time, a Confucian cutie came to stand up.

At the bottom of the stairs, there were eighteen people standing at the front, each wearing a python robe with nine four-toes. The oldest was more than two thousand years old, and now the first one on the right, and the youngest was two or three hundred years old, standing on the far left of the line.

If Yang Fan was here, he would definitely know this youngest person.

He is the youngest prince of the Water Source Country, the eighteenth prince Mo Heyun, who was there when the major forces held ranking competitions. More than a year has passed, and his strength has also gone from the early stage of refining to the middle stage, and his face is still very immature.

"Say it. ”

Mo Pengchi closed his eyes and didn't look at the crowd in the audience.

"Your Majesty. Now that you have been in power for 2,000 years, you can't do without a crown prince. ”

This Wenchen Confucian is old-fashioned, a little hunchbacked, and his strength is only in the merger period, which is nothing in front of the monks in this hall full of tribulation periods.

But there are many forces behind him, which has also led to many Wencheng taking him as the leader.

Where there are civil servants, there are military generals. Many generals look down on these ministers at all, and whenever there is something, they like to work against them, but today when it comes to the position of the prince, whether it is a military general, they dare not come out.

"Oh, two thousand years?"

Mo Pengchi suddenly came to his senses, raised his head, and stared at the Wenchen Daru who stood up.

This person's name is Lu Xiuyuan, and the Lu family behind him existed long before the founding of the Water Source Country, and later in order to protect himself, he voluntarily joined the Water Source Country and made a lot of contributions to the founding of the Water Source Country for a period of time.