Feng Yang ignored the ridicule and anger of the two of them, smiled, his eyes were sinister and cunning, and mocked Yang Ran: "Waste, do you dare to accept it?"

Yang Ran didn't say anything, turned around, and said indifferently: "Come, go to the dueling platform!"

......

On the dueling table.

Yang Ran was dressed in green clothes, standing with his hands in his hands, indifferent and calm, and opposed to Fengyang.

The wind is blowing in white clothes and snow, graceful, full of arrogance, and confidently said: "It's too late for you to beg for mercy now......"

It's just that before he finished speaking, he was rudely interrupted by Yang Ran, who was still carrying the bland Xuantie heavy sword, and said lightly: "You have to talk nonsense, it's too much!"

As soon as these words came out, Feng Yang was furious, changed the smile that made people feel like a spring breeze before, his handsome face was hideous, and he said gloomily: "You are looking for death!"

After that, a foot out, the footwork changes, like a shadow, his blood is surging like a tiger, the true qi around the body is rolling, like the waves of the river, poking out a pair of red and hot iron sand palms, the palm shadow flies, the wind is magnificent, forming the momentum of Mount Tai to envelop Yang Ran.

Yang Ran is like a deep pool, the ancient well has no waves, but the eyes are as sharp as a knife, and the cloud stretches out a fist lightly.

Yes, it's to stretch out! A soft, fluttering punch was stretched out, bland to the extreme, like a sick tuberculosis punching a weak fist.

Feng Yang's expression became more and more hideous, looking at Yang Ran as if he was looking at a dead thing, and sneered: "I'm afraid it's not enough to tickle me with such a fist! Today, Lao Tzu will abolish you, and let you be arrogant and domineering all day long!"

At this moment, Huang Yi's face turned red in the audience, and his fists were clenched.

Zheng Xiangjian's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he sighed lightly.

But at this moment, the fist rose and fell lightly, but it hit the windy dantian steadily, Yang Ran's black eyes were as deep as night, and he said lightly: "The third form of the Seven Injuries Fist, the body is broken!"

Splatter......

In an instant, the dantian was shattered, and the body was like a dilapidated catkins, which was blasted out more than ten zhang away, and the blood in the mouth spurted wildly, gushing out several feet high like a spring, directly dyeing the corner of the dueling platform red.

His trembling hands were stained with red blood, and there was resentment and regret in his eyes, pointing at Yang Ran and moaning weakly: "You...... Good...... Vicious...... It's ruthless!"

Then, with a tilted head, he fainted.

Offstage.

Silent silence.

Deathly silence.

The result was obvious, blood spurted wildly in Fengyang's mouth, the dantian was shattered, and the whole person was completely wasted.

But the problem is that this is also too clean and neat, Yang Ran smashed the wind with a punch, to describe it in one word, that is...... Vulnerable!

It's a beautiful picture that we can't believe it.

The group of outer disciples still stared at Yang Ran dumbfounded.

Yang Ran stood with his hands in his hands, the black hair on the back of his head danced wildly, his expression was light and light, as if he had just slapped a fly to death, looked at the group of outer disciples in the audience, and said lightly: "Waste!"

Still calmly said to the group of outer disciples in the audience: "I'm not targeting anyone, I'm targeting everyone present and the entire outer disciples, you ...... It's all rubbish!"

His black eyes are as deep as night, a blood-colored moon rises, that is bloodthirsty madness, in his previous life he was a madman who was not afraid of heaven and earth, if anyone insulted him, he would kill the whole family.

His character is unruly, and under his calm and indifferent look is a crazy and proud heart, Yang Ran has endured it for too long when he first came to this world, and he is not like him for a long time.

But his character does not allow him to live in a nest, and his blood flows with the factor of madness, since there are always people who come to trouble him.

Then let the storm come harder!

At this time, the crowd was furious and wanted to teach Yang Ran a lesson.

Yang Ran looked indifferent, jumped up, like a roc spreading his wings, swept past the dueling platform, leaving behind the remnants of the Dao.

came to the corner of the martial arts arena, in front of a war drum full of quaint and vast atmosphere.

The skin of this war drum is the skin of the divine beast King Kong, which has the breath of a god, but now it is a little broken and rusty, as if singing a lament that no one understands.

Yang Ran raised the old drumstick on the side with both hands, the drumstick was a thousand catties huge, Yang Ran's forehead was bare, and he waved it, beating the mighty war drum that had been silent for five hundred years.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

The war drums are like thunder, resounding through the sky, and the war intends to cut down the heavens, and fight the heavens and the earth to fight all things in the world.

Like a thunderbolt, it shocked countless outer disciples.

Biyun Sect Everest, the old man in Tsing Yi, the beard is white, the great skill is not working, Haoran sighed: "The drum of honor and disgrace of life and death, the drum of shaking the sky, the victory is life and defeat, and death, the past is like a shuttle, five hundred years old......"

Yes, five hundred years, five hundred years ago, a person sounded the drum of honor and disgrace of life and death, and penetrated the outer gate of the Biyun Sect.

Today, he has left endless legends in the Han Dynasty, and his deeds are even more like myths.

He had killed the gods in a brazen battle, fought with the gods, and died in a battle, but also cut off the heads of the gods, and he was a taboo because he not only blasphemed the gods, but also killed them.

Today, that man is a myth.

It was the man who made the gods angry and frightened, he had led the Biyun Sect to the top, he had been an invincible myth.

The drums of life and death are drummed and shaken by the sky.

This is a drum of honor and disgrace that challenges the life and death of the entire outer disciples, and the moment the drum sounds!

Victory is glory, defeat is humiliation!

If you win, you live, and if you lose, you die!

This day is destined to be extraordinary.

This time, Yang Ran challenged the disciples of the entire Biyun Sect's outer sect, as if it was the most lively time of the year in the entire Biyun Sect's outer sect.

During this period, those genius disciples who are usually rare to see, and those disciple giants who are not seen by the divine dragon, will appear one by one.

Because, this time Yang Ran challenged the entire Biyun Sect's outer disciples, it must be a stage for the outer disciples, and only disciples who have cultivated to the seventh level or above in the Hou Spirit Realm can participate, ordinary disciples are just spectators.

Even if only the genius disciples of the outer gate participated, there were quite a few of them, according to statistics, the entire outer gate, the genius disciples of the seventh level of the rear spirit realm, there were more than 800 people.

This time, Yang Ran challenged the entire Biyun Sect's outer gate, and the genius disciples of the outer gate ranged from the seventh-fold to the nineth-fold psychic in the post-spiritual realm, among them, the higher the cultivation, the smaller the number.

Sevenfold bone quenching and bone cultivation accounted for a little more than half, and there were more than 400 people. About a quarter of the eightfold reunion spiritualists are more than 200 people. Ninefold spiritual cultivation accounts for about one-tenth, and there are more than 100 people.

On this day, the Biyun Sect's outer gate martial arts arena was crowded with thousands of outer disciples, all of whom gathered on the martial arts arena.

The entire outer gate, with five or six thousand disciples, is divided into eight branches, each branch hall, there is an outer gate elder as the hall master, two outer door elders as the deputy hall master, and more than ten deacons, responsible for the management and teaching of the disciples in each hall.

In front of the martial arts arena, there was a larger stand, and a balcony was erected on it, where the eight hall masters of the outer gate and some of the elders of the outer gate were located, and they could watch the situation on the dueling platform from this platform.

"You say, this time Yang Ran challenged the entire Biyun Sect's outer sect, can he succeed?"

"Nonsense, ironclad failure. ”

"Then tell me who is the strongest among the outer gates. ”

The disciples in the audience talked a lot.

"Needless to say, it must be Senior Brother Tian, he has cultivated his innate skills to the highest level, and he is only one step away, and the true qi in his body is about to be transformed into the true power of the Ancestral Spirit, and he will become a master of the Ancestral Spirit. ”

"Senior Brother Bei Xiaohe is also very powerful, last year, Xiuwei stepped into the Nine Levels of Spiritual Channeling in the Hou Spirit Realm, ranking seventh, and the top five have all entered the inner door, this time, basically no one is the opponent of Senior Brother Bei Xiaohe. ”

"Senior Brother Zhao Zaohua is also very strong, he also entered the top ten of the outer gate last year, ranking ninth, this has been another year, and his strength may exceed that of Senior Brother Bei Xiaohe!"

"Senior Brother Iron Battle Knife is also very powerful, he is known as the Knife of Fierce Battle, the speed of the knife is incomparable, and the entire outer gate can't find a second person with such a fast knife, even if he meets Senior Brother Tian, Senior Brother Bei, and Senior Brother Zhao, the outcome is unpredictable. ”