When saying this, everyone could clearly feel Shen Haokong's excitement.

"Let's fight. ”

Si Xingwen looked at Shen Haokong coldly and said.

Swish!

The two shot almost at the same time, and in the blink of an eye, they fought together.

Their speed was so fast, at least in Youhua's eyes, that he couldn't see the movements of the two of them clearly.

Boom!

With the sound of an impact, the fists of Shen Haokong and Si Xingwen collided together on the battle platform, stirring up a violent wind, but fortunately, some formations blocked it, and everyone was not affected at all.

"Your strength has increased. ”

It was Si Xingwen who spoke.

"You're not bad. ”

Shen Haokong also replied.

Swish!

As if as a signal, they slapped each other again, and the two of them stepped back, pulling away some distance.

"Si Xingwen, use all your strength, now I am not thirty years ago, now you and I are in the same realm, I hope you don't let me down!"

As a yellow-clothed cultist of the Phantom Poison Sect, Shen Haokong is qualified to say so.

"Good!"

Everyone sensed his eagerness to fight from Si Xingwen's tone.

With that, Si Xingwen stretched out his hands to his shoulders, and the two long knives behind his back were taken down by him.

It is a long knife, but it is more like a semi-circular scimitar, and the curvature of the blade is 180 degrees. The head of the knife is very sharp, and when you look at it in the sun, you will be so illuminated by the reflection of the blade that you can't help but fall in love with your eyes, which is enough to see the sharpness of the scimitar.

So Yang Fan in the audience saw such a strange scene.

A man with black body is armed with two scimitars, and his eyes are filled with endless indifference, like a grim reaper walking on the edge of life and death.

In front of the man in black, there was a young monk in yellow clothes, and if you looked closely, the man was still a little handsome.

"Senior, who do you like?"

At this time, You Hua looked at Yang Fan, but Yang Fan did not answer, perhaps, in Yang Fan's eyes, the two were just chickens and dogs.

"Repair the poison palm!"

Shen Haokong was the first to attack, above his hands, a layer of pale green mist could be vaguely seen, and his entire palm began to turn black, and a person knew that it contained poison.

As Shen Haokong quickly approached Si Xingwen, he slapped a palm in the air, and some pale green mist instantly broke away from Shen Haokong's palm and flew towards Si Xingwen.

Si Xingwen was not in a hurry, the two handfuls in his hands danced rapidly, Si Xingwen danced faster and faster, so fast that even the monks in the late stage of refining could not see the trajectory of the blade. And as the two scimitars swung up and down against the speeding pale green mist, a strange red flame erupted out of thin air on the blade of the scimitar. As the red flame appeared, the pale green mist that gathered around the flame made a snorting burning sound.

Soon, in less than three breaths, the pale green mist was burned by the red flames.

"Good!"

"What a fast knife!"

"He is worthy of being a disciple of Jiuxingtang, and Si Xingwen is not dishonoring his master. ”

From time to time, there were bursts of exclamation from the crowd.

"Don't underestimate the people of the Poison Sect. ”

At this time, the middle-aged man who was a white-clothed cultist of the Phantom Poison Sect before spoke, and his tone was full of mockery towards Si Xingwen.

Hearing the ridicule of the white-clothed disciples of the Phantom Poison Sect, the monk standing in Si Xingwen did not dare to say that the Phantom Sect was not the one of the Phantom Poison Sect because he was afraid of the Phantom Poison Sect.

Seeing this, the middle-aged monk of the white-clothed sect had a smug smile on his face.

"Senior, the Phantom Poison Sect is too arrogant. Moreover, I have also heard that the people of the Phantom Poison Sect like to test some ordinary people for poison, and over the past few hundred years, there have been not 100,000 people who have died at the hands of the Phantom Poison Sect, but tens of thousands. ”

You Hua said in a hateful tone, it seemed that You Hua and the Phantom Poison Sect had some enmity in the sky.

"Does the Earth Source Country care?"

Yang Fan had some fluctuations in his heart.

"There's no way, the Poison Sect is too secretive, for so long, no important evidence has been caught, and even if there is evidence, it is just a few civilians who have died, and this kind of trivial matter will not reach the ears of the Emperor at all. This matter is often suppressed by the officials in the place where the incident occurred, presumably they have received a lot of bribes from the Phantom Sect. ”

"Truly, those lowly ants, being able to die for the Poison Sect is a blessing they have asked for in their last life. ”

The middle-aged white-clothed man sneered, and then his two hands kept tinkering with something in his cuffs.

After about a minute of tinkering, a cloud of white powder appeared in the palm of his hand. I saw the middle-aged man show a weird smile, and then as the true yuan power in his body gathered in his palm, the white powder in his hand gradually turned into a completely transparent powder.

In the end, the middle-aged man secretly threw it in the direction of Yang Fan for a long night, to be precise, it should be thrown towards Youhua.

The middle-aged white-clothed disciple's movements were so small that almost no one noticed, except for Yang Fan.

"Humph!"

Yang Fan snorted coldly, waved his big hand, and an invisible shock wave quickly swept over the person.

Yang Fan's attack returned the completely transparent powder by the way.

Even the middle-aged white-clothed disciple of the Phantom Poison Sect didn't expect that his small movements were completely under the supervision of Yang Fan's powerful divine sense, and he was also returned by Yang Fan.

The middle-aged white-clothed man was covered in his own transparent powder. He was then knocked into the air, spitting blood, and only stopped after hitting a wall.

It's just that before he could let out a painful scream, the middle-aged white-clothed sect's figure shook violently, and then everyone saw that his hands were quickly clutching all over his body, and his mouth was still shouting the words "It's so itchy".

"Dare to play such a despicable trick in front of me, this is the first warning, and the last time. ”

Everyone's eyes were drawn to it, and they didn't understand what was happening.

It's just that the middle-aged white-clothed disciple couldn't listen to Yang Fan's words at all at this time, and kept grasping his whole body with both hands, as if there were thousands of ants gnawing on his body.

"It's so itchy, it's so itchy!!"

The middle-aged white-clothed believer can be said to have suffered on his own. The previous mass of white powder was a special toxin that made the monk itch, and it happened that he didn't have an antidote.

Ahh!!hhhhh

As the strength of the middle-aged white-clothed disciple's hands increased, several of his skin were scratched, and the blood could not stop flowing, and he soon turned into a bloody man.

Some of the surrounding nuars couldn't stand such a bloody scene and turned around one after another, not daring to look at it.

"Senior, what are you?"

You Hua asked Yang Fan.

"It's nothing, just now this man wanted to poison you, and now he is doing it himself. ”

You Hua looked at the middle-aged white-clothed disciple in surprise, because he understood the horror of the poison of the Phantom Sect, and he would die if he touched it.

"Kill me, kill me!!"

Suddenly, the middle-aged white-clothed disciple couldn't help but roar, at this time, his thighs, back, and abdomen were dripping with blood, and in some places he could clearly see Senbai's bones, and blood flowed all over the ground.