"I won't let you get away with it!"

Even if he didn't use it completely, Lang Shanluan didn't have time to drag, he showed a hideous look on his face, picked up the long sword in his hand, and stabbed at Ling Fan fiercely.

The sword was infected with blood, a fierce aura rose, and half a bloody head appeared on the sword body, with curved black horns, so terrifying.

If it is fully cast, it will be the entire Hell Shura head, but at this moment, it is only half of it.

The white tiger on Ling Fan's right arm was fierce, he glanced at the half of the Shura head, felt the other party's bloodthirsty evil aura and didn't care, raised his left fist and smashed it against the sharp sword.

From Ling Fan's move to Lang Shanluan's hasty response, all this happened in a very short period of time, and it was over before the people under the Guiding Energy Realm didn't even understand it.

Bang, knock!

The sound of metal clashing, the sound of iron fists smashing flesh, both sounded at the same time.

Everyone saw that Lang Shanluan flew out like a cannonball, the sword in his hand was broken, and Shura's head was not only not broken, but turned around and gnawed towards Lang Shanluan, as if there was a backlash.

Lang Shanluan had no way to control it at the moment, he was almost killed by Ling Fan's punch.

The ferocious force made him think he had been slapped by an ancient dragon.

"Strong, too strong, stronger than Senior Brother Mu Yan, I ......"

Thinking of this, Lang Shanluan had fainted, and the arm holding the sword had been gnawed by Shura, and the sword flew on its own, chasing Lang Shanluan to gnaw.

Qing Changshan flew up and caught Lang Shanluan, and then he stroked his sleeve robe and dissolved the head of the Shura demon.

"Okay, win!"

There was a thunderous roar on the sidelines, and this victory was too crisp and crisp, which made all the students' blood boil.

The eyes of everyone looking at Ling Fan were already different, and they knew that this god of war was returning to his position again.

The drunkard was rarely serious, and he said loudly: "Good boy, I look down on you, you will win this game again." ”

In three rounds, the Mythical Palace has won two games, and this result is beyond everyone's expectations.

Qing Changshan returned to the drunkard's side and said lightly: "I can't lose anymore." ”

The drunkard nodded, glanced at the wood, and then at the man behind him.

"Mu Yan, who do you think is better than Kong Yang?"

Mu Yan, a very quiet teenager, he rarely raised his head to talk since he came to the Giant City of China, and kept his head down, not knowing what he was pondering.

Kong Yang, the apprentice brought by the drunkard, he is not, his edge is exposed, like a bladed mad knife standing between heaven and earth.

Hearing the drunkard's question at this moment, Mu Yan looked at Kong Yang and muttered: "If you talk about fighting, between the two and the middle, if you talk about confrontation, I will hurt you to death." ”

"You!" Kong Yang heard the other party's words, a little unwilling.

Both of them are in the Channeling Realm, and almost half of their feet have stepped into the Control Realm, but their fighting styles are indeed very different.

The drunkard laughed and said, "Okay, since you are so confident, then let you press the formation and let Kong Yang go first, I'm afraid that this time you won't have a chance to play." ”

Mu Yan nodded lightly and stood back behind Qingchang Mountain, with a quiet expression, as if nothing had happened just now.

"Kong Yang, you have also seen it, this young man named Ling Fan is even stronger than you, don't be in a hurry to be unconvinced, he only has the early stage of the Guiding Energy Realm, and what about you?"

Kong Yang originally wanted to refute, but after listening to the drunkard's words, he was stunned, but he said: "I won't give him another chance to grow!"

With that, Kong Yang turned his wrist, and a slender war knife appeared in his hand, somewhat similar to a Tang knife.

On the side of the Mythological Palace, Ling Fan's victory opened the eyes of Dong Shiren and several others, especially Dong Shiren, he could feel the most things, and the derivation of looking at Ling Fan had completely changed.

"Ling Fan, you really surprised us, do you plan to continue to fight again or come back to rest?"

Dong Shiren asked.

"Don't lose, don't play. ”

Ling Fan's voice was loud, echoing above the clearing, drifting into everyone's ears.

"Good!"

The crowd was indignant, Ling Fan's words were the same as what Wang Chongrui said when he defeated Xie Cangcheng, but Ling Fan was a little stronger than Wang Chongrui.

Tian Ya was so excited that her little tiger teeth came out, her little fists kept waving, and she was leading the people of the Qin Zun Group to shout at Ling Fan together.

Yi Xiaohuan had a little smile on her face, she stood in the crowd and watched silently, looking at the dazzling young man.

Ling Fan walked back into the field.

Kong Yang held the battle knife in his arms, and his eyes stabbed at Ling Fan like a sharp knife.

"Remember, the man who killed you is called Kong Yang. ”

Ling Fan smiled and said coldly, "Do you still know what the name of the person who killed me is?"

Kong Yang's mind was racing, and he naturally understood that the other party was humiliating him, so he snorted angrily, pulled out his battle knife, and said, "The advantage of the tongue is useless!"

After that, I saw that his battle knife was circling, and it seemed to be waving slowly, but it drove the energy between heaven and earth, forming a circle of qi around him, and the sword intent was amazing.

Ling Fan stared at Kong Yang, from the other party's body, Ling Fan felt some powerful momentum, that kind of momentum he also had, that kind of indomitable determination.

"He's a ruthless person, the kind of character who has to bite a piece of meat to death, be careful. ”

This is Ling Fan's evaluation of Kong Yang in his heart.

He didn't rush to attack, Kong Yang's momentum is not the same as Lang Shanluan's moves, Kong Yang is both offensive and defensive, and he can launch a fatal blow at any time.

Dong Shiren looked at Kong Yang from behind, his heart was extremely solemn, he was not worried about Ling Fan, judging from Ling Fan's performance in the last game, even if he lost this game, there would be no danger.

He sighed that the sect family was full of talents, and it was really a talented person, with more than 30,000 students in the Mythology Academy, but only Ling Fan and Jiang Wei had extraordinary combat effectiveness.

If he knew that Ling Fan and Jiang Wei were still the same person, I don't know what he would think.

Ling Fan still took a preemptive attitude, he tried to mobilize the black and white aura, this kung fu black and white aura has not yet recovered, it is still in that state of prostration, but it only exists in the chest, but it can also be slightly rotated, providing it with a trace of energy.

But what Ling Fan wanted was not this result, he wanted to stretch out the black and white aura, but he found that he couldn't do it for the time being.

"Well, my flesh is as strong as a magic weapon, so I will smash your sword with my fist!"

Ling Fan looked at Kong Yang, who was still gathering momentum, his arms shook, the green dragon phantom in his left hand and the white tiger phantom in his right arm, and there was actually a dragon battle above his head.

"Oh my God, what kind of vision is this, so grotesque!"

"I don't know, look at the scene of the dragon and the tiger leaping, it looks so powerful!"

"It must be amazing, you see the guy on the other side called the drunkard, his red face is black. ”

Many people were talking about the vision above Ling Fan's head.

(End of chapter)