Ma Zhufan looked at the three sharp water swords that were speeding over, the cold light of the blades made him tremble involuntarily, he could imagine Senior Brother Chen Tianyu facing the pressure of the three flying swords, Ma Zhufan suppressed the panic in his heart, and frantically ran the crimson true qi in the dantian into the Tianji Acupoint, Tianjing Acupoint, and the Broken Iron Sword in his hand.

But seeing that the two-foot-three-inch broken iron sword was infused with crimson true qi, a little crimson flame appeared on the sword body with a "poof", and then the crimson flames quickly covered the sword body, and even the mottled rust on the surface of the iron sword was burned.

Seeing this, King Wu was surprised: "The sword moves with his heart, his heart is angry, and the sword is red fire, this seemingly rusty broken iron sword is at least made of more than 10,000 years of material, and it produces spirituality, it's not simple, it seems that the deer will die, it is not yet known!" After hearing this, the four heads were all a little surprised, Wu Tiankui's tense face relaxed, and Violent Rumble was gloomy.

Wearing a navy blue cloth shirt and brown wide pants, a young man holding a burning two-foot-three-inch iron sword, with flame runes flowing in his black pupils, standing in the ring facing three sharp water swords, the air waves of the water sword pressed his hair and flew in his clothes, this was a tragic and beautiful picture, everyone sweated for this young man.

Ma Zhufan moved, looked at the first sharp blade in front of him, held the burning iron sword and slashed directly from the tip of the blade, and shouted softly: "Open it for me." The tip of the sharp water sword encountered the red flame burning on the surface of the iron sword, and there was a "poof" sound one after another, and then a large amount of water vapor rose from the stage, Ma Zhufan held the burning iron sword, and directly split the first sharp water sword in half from the middle, and most of the flames of the iron sword had been extinguished.

As soon as Ma Zhufan broke the first sword, the second sword came one after another, and without any respite, Ma Zhufan raised his left palm at the second sword that was galloping, and shouted: "Low-level and medium-level martial arts fire-shaped wall." But he saw that a large amount of crimson flames erupted from the palm of his left hand, forming a crimson wall of fire more than a person high, and the second sword and the wall of fire collided with a "bang", and a large amount of white mist rose up to the place of impact, and in an instant, the second sword and the wall of fire disappeared in the air.

Blocking the second sword, it is Ma Zhufan at this moment, when the new force has not become the old force has just disappeared, the third sword has attacked the front door, Ma Zhufan hastily, his right hand waved the iron sword that was still burning, hit the blade of the third sword to change the trajectory of its attack, and his head dodged the edge of the sword, and in a moment, he avoided the crisis of the last sword, but the edge of the sword still cut Ma Zhufan's cheek, and the wound was bloody.

Ma Zhufan ignored the pain, held a sword and approached Storm, and without hesitation, he swung his sword and slashed at his head, Storm Shock hurriedly raised the long sword to block, "click", the long sword cast by Storm Ten Thousand Years of Refined Iron was directly split into two sections by Ma Zhufan's sword, and at the same time, the flame on Ma Zhufan's iron sword was also extinguished, and Storm's head was "buzzing", his mind was blank, and he looked at the broken sword in his hand blankly, not knowing what happened.

Ma Zhufan looked at the dumbfounded Storm Shock, and said, "Storm Shock, aren't you going to beat me into a pulp with your fists? Now I'll give you a chance." After speaking, Ma Zhufan stuck the iron sword in his hand in the ring.

After hearing this, Storm came to his senses, his eyes were full of frightening bloodshots, and he roared, "Die, dog mongrel." After speaking, his right fist directly attacked Ma Zhufan's face door, and Ma Zhufan made his right fist at the same time, and the two fists collided together with a "bang".

But hearing a "click" sound, the bones of Storm's right arm were directly shattered by Ma Zhufan's strength, and a heart-rending roar of 'Ah, Ah...... 'Ah' came out of Storm's throat.

Storm retreated, kept retreating, shook his head and panicked, and said: "Impossible, how can your strength be so great?" After speaking, the unbeliever attacked Ma Zhufan with his left fist, Ma Zhufan punched to Ying, the same end, the skeleton of Storm's left arm was also shattered by Ma Zhufan, Ma Zhufan did not talk nonsense, his right palm was like a pincer, and he grabbed his neck and lifted it into the air.

Storm Shock's neck was pinched by Ma Zhufan, and he was in mid-air, only feeling that it was difficult to breathe, his lungs were inflated, his legs were kicking straight, his eyes were filled with blood, and he was about to die.

Seeing that his precious son was about to die in Jiuquan, he urgently yelled at Wu Tiankui: "Wu Tiankui, my old man has broken through to the half-step Qi Dragon realm some time ago, if your pheasant disciple kills my son, I will let you bury the entire Wudi faction." ”

After Wu Tiankui heard this, his face was painful, and he said to Ma Zhufan dejectedly: "Zhufan, let go of the tyrant." ”

Ma Zhufan turned to look at Wu Tiankui on the VIP stage, the strength in his hand also decreased, the shock was like picking up a life-saving straw, his lungs rose and fell violently, and he tried to breathe air.

Ma Zhufan closed his eyes, remembering the bits and pieces of knowing Chen Tianyu, and the words of Senior Brother Chen Tianyu often sounded in his ears, "Senior brother, how others live, that is someone else's business, we are born in the world, we must stick to our inner clarity, and some things must be guarded even if we pay for our lives, so that life is worthwhile."

Ma Zhufan silently asked his heart: "What am I cultivating immortals for? becoming stronger, supporting justice, punishing evil and promoting good? No, I'm not so noble, I cultivate immortals just to protect the people I want to protect from harm, even if I don't hesitate to pay for my life." Thinking that the corners of Ma Zhufan's eyes were already covered with tears, he opened his eyes, pinched the palm of Storm's neck, and increased his strength, Storm's feet kicked desperately, his lungs swelled, the blood vessels in his eyes had burst, his face was purple and swollen, and he was already dying in an instant.

Ma Zhufan looked at the storm in his hand and was no longer struggling, but seeing that the tip of the storm's tongue was slightly exposed, and there was liquid flowing out of his mouth and nose, Ma Zhufan only felt a burst of nausea, and directly left his body still in the ring, turned to look at the VIP platform and said: "I, Ma Zhufan, announced that from this moment on, I will break away from the Wudi faction, and the Wudi faction will have nothing to do with it. ”

After hearing this, Storm Rumble was so angry that he almost gritted his steel teeth, smashed the handle of the Taishi chair, got up with a "puff", and scolded angrily: "Unreasonable and miscellaneous, today the old man will let you bury my son." After speaking, the figure appeared next to Ma Zhufan like a ghost.

"Middle-level high-grade martial arts life-reaper claw. "But seeing the violent rumbling of the dantian true qi, a white bone giant claw of about one zhang extended from his right hand, and the white bone was even more black and full of black gas, ghostly and dense, and the white bone raised his claw to grasp Ma Zhufan's body in the claw with lightning speed, Ma Zhufan could not avoid it, this is the gap in strength.

Bulging looked at Ma Zhufan, who was in the claws of white bones, and laughed heartily: "Today I will crush your little fried meat into puree, so that you can taste the fear of death." After speaking, Bai Gu raised his claws and tightened continuously, and everyone around the ring could hear the sound of Ma Zhufan's ribs breaking.

Ma Zhufan looked at the hysterical and distorted face of the storm lightly, Ma Zhufan didn't say a word, the contracted ribs pressed against his lungs, making his breathing a little short, he felt that his ribs were almost half broken, he might have wailed in pain, but he didn't, he just looked at it calmly, maybe compared to the pain of cultivating the overlord decision, this pain is nothing, he is used to it.