The cold and cold light made the eyes of the tens of millions of monks on the field flicker, and a cold killing intent directly invaded the bone marrow, and the sound of breaking the air squeezed the surrounding air, and the whistling sound was piercing, making people's qi and blood churn.

That cold arc of light slashed at Yang Fan in the blink of an eye, and it was almost impossible to dodge such a close slash.

What's more, Yang Fan didn't have the idea of dodging at all.

The green light waves around him swelled, and a "green grass armor" that exuded green vitality and substance was formed on the surface of his body

After stepping into the advanced level, Yang Fan's method of "condensing and transforming shape" was more skilled, and the speed of casting it was faster than that of a magic weapon.

Burst!

A giant axe more than a foot long slashed at the green grass armor. Most of the strength was removed by the green light wave, and it made a sound like defeating grass.

"Broken!"

Yang Yu's roar also happened to fall.

Everyone on the field held their breath and stared at what was about to happen.

Yang Yu thundered like an axe. The momentum is magnificent, enough to split the mountains and split the ground.

However, Yang Fan still stood unharmed. The truth is still so cruel. Incredible.

Unscathed, untouched.

Yang Yu was stunned, and the whole person fell into a state of almost despair.

He even wondered if he was dreaming now.

All the monks on the field were dumbfounded, and the fluttering heart that hung in their throats and eyes finally stabilized.

Call!

The monks breathed a sigh of relief, and did not see the bloody end after the axe.

Although they were not physically present, the moment of asking them also brought them a sense of excitement.

"Big brother, great!"

Yang Lei clenched his fists, his body trembled slightly, and the worry in his eyes was replaced by a few traces of excitement.

However, Yang Fan, who is the party concerned, is Gujing Wubo.

For him, this was expected. There is no suspense to speak of.

"How is it possible, how is this possible!"

Yang Yu's mind was confused, almost obsessed, and the whole person fell into a half-stupid and half-stupid situation.

Be a coffee!

The giant axe in Yang Yu's hand fell, just hitting his foot.

"Ahh

Yang Yu screamed, and then woke up like a dream. The whole face was bloodless.

The sharp pain in his feet made him finally understand that this was not a dream, but a cruel reality.

"How is this possible?"

Yang Yu took out a number of spiritual weapons and launched a continuous fierce attack on Yang Fan.

From the spirit weapon rune seal, to all kinds of magical spells, and even the killer copper secret technique, they were cast on Yang Fan one by one.

Ding Ding Bang,

Yang Yu's crazy attack. Without stopping, the whole person has lost his mind.

Yang Fan's face was full of ridicule, and there was even a hint of pity in his eyes.

Seeing that the incense outside the "ask the rooftop" is about to burn to the end.

At this moment, all the monks even held their breath, they were all waiting for Yang Fan's attack.

Thump!

At this moment, Yang Yu's mana was finally exhausted, and he had no strength, lying on the ground like a dog. Non-stop wheezing.

Yang Fan looked at the pillar of incense that was burning next to the rooftop, which had burned to the end and finally extinguished.

"The moment of incense has arrived. ”

Yang Fan sighed lightly, stretched out a finger, and asked, "Are you convinced?"

"Die!"

Yang Yu's eyes flashed with coldness, and he didn't know where the strength came from, so he swept his legs and swept towards Yang Fan's lower plate.

This leg. Almost exhausted all his remaining mana, it was the power that crossed the limit.

Bang!

Yang Fan was a little pity, bent his fingers a little, and a great force gushed out from his fingers, knocking Yang Yu alive for dozens of feet, and fell out of the rooftop.

Everyone in the uproar was in an uproar, and all kinds of exclamations and sighs continued.

Among them, several high-ranking monks who were watching the battle had their eyes lit up in vain, and their faces showed surprise and doubt.

Yang Fan's finger just now seemed to have broken through the low-level wild lift and reached the high-level.

But it seems that it is still stuck in the peak of building the foundation.

This gives them the illusion that it is difficult to judge. I can't be sure if that finger just now belongs to the low-level category or a high-level power.

Thump!

Yang Yu's body fell from mid-air, causing the monks who had fallen into a state of stupor.

"You lost. ”

It wasn't until Yang Yu landed on the ground that Yang Fan lightly spit out three words.

Yang Yu's whole face was like ashes, half-kneeling on the ground, looking at Yang Fan at this moment, fear was more than jealousy. At this moment, he didn't even have the slightest idea of protesting.

Three years, just three years, Yang Fan has cultivated from a wasted person to such a realm, which can no longer be described by the word "genius".

No wonder even Chu Yunhan, who is one of the three rookies, and even Zhuo Jing, who has just entered the Jindan high-level, are planted in Yang Fan's hands.

At this moment, Yang Yu is completely enlightened,"

"Yang Yu, you lost, according to the bet. Why don't you kowtow to my eldest brother and apologize?"

Yang Lei sneered proudly.

"Kowtow and apologize!"

"Kowtow!"

The children of Yang Jiabao shouted loudly one by one.

I think that three years ago, Yang Yu came to Yangjiabao to show off his martial arts, looked down on all the three generations of disciples, and spoke wildly, but no one was invincible.

And now, under such a favorable situation, Yang Yu lost so badly: the opponent stood in front of you and let you fight, and you couldn't hurt a bit, which can be said to be a loss of face.

Yang Yu clenched his teeth, his hands clenched, and he trembled. He glanced at Yang Fan deeply, and was ready to kowtow to apologize.

"That's it, kowtow and confess guilt or forgiveness. ”

Yang Fan waved his hand lightly to stop Yang Yu's movements.

He could understand what a humiliation it was for a man to kneel before thousands of monks.

As long as there is room for it, Yang Fan doesn't want to push the other party to the psychological limit.

Call!

Yang Yu let out a long breath and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

If that kneeling just now really knocks down. Then the rest of his life will be nothing but hatred and revenge.

But Yang Fan's move. And didn't push him to the limit. On the contrary, Yang Yu was disheartened. Lose the courage to fight.

"In the future, the people of the Yang family in Kyoto are not allowed to step into the Yang family fort for half a step. If you violate this article, after Yang comes back in a few years, he will definitely destroy your Yang family in Kyoto!"

Yang Fan's cold and murderous voice spread throughout the audience, making Yang Yu and the Yang family's Jindan Ancestor tremble.

"He's a third-generation disciple, and he can bring me such pressure and threats, "Could it be that this son has already stepped into the advanced level?"

The Yang family's Jindan Ancestor suddenly thought of a terrifying possibility.

High!

Stepping into the Jindan high level at such a young age, the potential and achievements in the future,

The Yang family's Jindan Ancestor almost didn't dare to imagine the consequences.

"The three-year covenant, the Wentian Conference, has finally come to an end. ”

Yang Fan's mood is not complicated.

After this matter is resolved, he will leave Yuyang Country immediately and go to a foreign land, when he will be able to come back, even Yang Fan himself can't predict.

"Big brother

His younger brother Yang Lei looked at him, his face full of excitement, excitement, and admiration. At this moment, he seemed to have returned to his childhood and admired his eldest brother.

Yang Fan stood on the rooftop and did not leave immediately, his gaze swept over the audience. Every time you meet someone you know. He will freeze the frame:

The Resident Poison King in the middle of nowhere smiled at him.

The "Hidden Heavenly King" hidden in the void couldn't see his expression clearly.

Li Hongfei, Chu Yunhan, Yang Family Ancestor, Chu Family Ancestor, Chu Yuyan, Yang Hong, Yang Net, Yang Guang. Yang Man, Lin Zhong, younger brother Yang Lei Xiao Li Fat"

One by one, acquaintances, whether they were friends or enemies, all passed in Yang Fan's eyes, leaving corresponding memories.

Swish!

On the house in the distance, a man dressed in white and carrying a sword appeared, with a slight smile on his ordinary face.

On the big tree next to the house where Musou is. There was a young man with a strange ugly face, grinning at Yang Fan with his teeth and smiling.

For some reason, when Yang Fan glanced at the audience, everyone was silent, as if they were infected by a unique atmosphere.

At this moment, Yang Fan's figure was a little lonely and thin, with a unique trace of emotional fluctuations. Under the unique artistic conception of Xianhongjue, it expands.

Yang Lei had a feeling of wanting to cry, and Hu Fei, who was grinning his teeth, was also stunned.

A strange glint flashed in Wushuang's eyes.

The back poison king was thoughtful.

Most of the rest of the people didn't know the inside story, but they felt the unique mood fluctuations, with a little reluctance and helplessness.

After a while, Yang Fan let out a long breath and prepared to leave the Tiantai.

"Stop!"

A bone-chilling voice came.

Chu Yunhan, who was surrounded by demonic energy, carried the rolling Nine Demonic Qi, like a cannonball. Shoot at Yang Fan.

Chu Yunhan!

Yang Fan's eyes flashed, and he stood in place, motionless, but he made up his mind to teach him to remember this.

"Yang Fan, maybe I can call you "Shi Qianhan." Li is looking for you today to fight for fate. ”

Chu Yunhan looked directly at Yang Fan like the eyes of an infinite abyss, his voice was cold and ruthless, and he had the artistic conception of being born after death.

"You know you're going to lose, why are you trying to find me?"

Yang Fan did not immediately deny the identity of "Shi Fenghan". asked lightly.

Both of them have "a ghost flame", Yang Fan is not extravagant, he can hide from the other party.

Burst!

Suddenly, between Chu Yunhan's eyebrows, a crescent mark appeared, and a dark demonic flame burst out in his hand, and where the flame was in the heart, a cloud of ghostly light flickered and dimmed, like a heartbeat. Bang bang!

Bang bang!

"Nether Flame!"

The monks on the field exclaimed.

This flame is the supreme demon path of Yuyang Country, the famous stunt of the three ghost old demons.

"Because", I have no way back!"

A trace of helplessness and despair flashed in Chu Yunhan's eyes, and he was immediately replaced by a kind of fierceness and ruthlessness.

"Come on, sacrifice your 'One Demon Flame' and let us be superior. ”

The Nether Demon Flame in Chu Yunhan's hand turned into a ghostly light like a dead black dragon and devoured towards Yang Fan.

This moment. Yang Fan felt that the Nine Demon Qi in his body was faintly uncontrollable, especially the Demon Flame. It's as if you've been summoned from the underworld.

Bang!

The demonic aura on Yang Fan's body was soaring, and the supreme demonic power suddenly overwhelmed a radius of several miles, and all the low-level creatures in the area trembled with fear.

This is a high-level magic power!

A crescent mark appeared on his forehead, and the "Demon Flame" in his hand emitted a touching "heartbeat"

Bang heart

A demonic flame trembled in vain, turning into a deep and bottomless abyss, absorbing all the light, and the surroundings were dark.

Wow!

The monks were in an uproar and scattered in all directions.

At this Yangjiabao Wentian Conference, there were two groups of "One Demon Flame" that made the immortal cultivation world frightened at the same time!

The demon flame competes for power, which one wins and which one loses?