At the moment when Gu Feng pointed out, the coercion between heaven and earth skyrocketed again, like a fine net, tightly restraining the momentum of Yuwen Bufan's sword, and could not escape a single bit. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yang Xuan's eyes lit up suddenly, his heart became heavier and heavier, as if he was so frightened that he couldn't make a sound, the surprise on his expression froze instantly, and he seemed to feel a strange aura from this finger.

"This is the horror of the king's creation?"

Yuwen Bufan's face was full of horror, his expression was full of disbelief, under this powerful finger, his own sword was like a boat going retrograde in the angry waves, crumbling.

"How could you possibly become so strong?"

Yuwen Bufan roared a little desperately, the hand holding the long sword trembled slightly, and his body was almost unstable, I don't know if it was the change in mood or the power of Gu Feng's fingers.

Finger like a spear, stabbed out in an instant, shattering the void in front of him, and the sword that came out with Yuwen Bufan's sword, and the fierce force penetrated through the endless space, bombarding his body heavily.

In front of everyone's eyes, a rather thick blood mist erupted, Yuwen Bufan didn't use a trace of resistance at all, his body flew out upside down, and he fell heavily on the edge of the stone platform, smashing the stone platform under him into a crack.

"Hiss......"

The sound of gasping cold air from the audience rang out, one finger, not even counting martial arts, just such an unremarkable finger made a strong man who had reached the pinnacle of his intentions defeat so miserably.

If everyone has never seen it, they will definitely disdain this statement, but such a scene happened right in front of them, and it was Yuwen Bufan who was defeated three years ago, but only lost one move.

"Gu Feng, what the hell is he...... How much has you improved in those three years?"

"The strength of the king's creation?"

In addition to the stunned sound of swallowing saliva in the crowd, on the stone platform, some monks of the Tiangang group who had never fought also had ghost-like expressions, and even on the stone platform where they were fighting fiercely, they were a little stunned by this momentum.

"I'll just say it, you'll regret it" Xiao Jiujian shrugged helplessly, his expression was really like this, and he shook his head with a little regret at the Yuwen Bufan who collapsed to the ground.

Everyone in the audience couldn't believe it, even Yang Xuan who was watching the audience was still like this, the horror in his eyes flickered, not to mention one of the protagonists of this tragedy, Yuwen Bufan?

"Actually, really...... Defeated, defeated in one move"

muttered to himself like a fool, forgot to wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth, and let it flow down his cheeks to his clothes, and the consternation that emerged in his expression was beyond measure.

"Defeated under his finger, I have done my best, and with all my strength, I am invincible to his mediocre finger......"

An extremely sad and lonely emotion germinated in his heart, and in an instant, it was out of control, and his whole person seemed to be in a shadow blackened by the richness, unable to extricate himself.

This blow is not insignificant, after three years of difficult practice, I thought that this time Zongbi would be ashamed, but unexpectedly, the gap is getting wider and wider, and now I am not even the enemy of others.

"Hehe, haha, hahaha......" laughed wildly, Yuwen Bufan's demeanor was wild, and his hideous gaze once again looked deeply at Gu Feng, who was light and breezy again, and in the eyes that were originally as bright as the stars, there was no trace of clarity at this moment, although the expression was so, but the momentum around him was like a twilight old man, which made people feel uncomfortable.

The field was eerily quiet, even the sound of the battle on the stone platform elsewhere seemed to be lowered a lot, Yuwen Bufan's eyes actually shed tears, he looked up to the sky, and bitter laughter lingered over the entire martial arts arena.

The sound of breaking the air suddenly resounded, extremely abrupt, Yuwen Bufan walked away in the sky, on the stone platform, he was afraid that he would not be able to stay for a breath, at this moment, no one stepped forward to stop him.

"Hey, you're doing that......"

"He'll figure it out, Yuwen Bufan is a character......"

In the face of Xiao Jiujian's words, Gu Feng still couldn't hear the joy and sorrow between his words.

"Palace Master, Yuwen is extraordinary, he ......"

"Gu Feng is right, geniuses have to go through all kinds of tribulations, if he can survive this hurdle, he will naturally have an unlimited future, if he can't ......" A look of helplessness flashed in the cloudy old eyes of the Lord of Wangtian Palace.

No matter how reasonable others say, no matter how sure they are, no one can understand the suffering, in three years, they are improving, but they don't expect that the existence that they regard as opponents is also improving, and they can't get into the extent that they can't reach it at all, how can this kind of blow be calmed down in a simple few words?

Yang Xuan frowned slightly, his gaze fell on the place where Yuwen Bufan's figure disappeared, as if he was mourning for it, such a blow was not a big deal, I believe that even if he could survive it, I am afraid that it would take a lot of time.

His gaze turned back again, falling on Gu Feng, who had always stood proudly in the field, after seeing the powerful and powerful finger, Yang Xuan's thoughts in his heart were even firmer, "Feng Wang Creation...... I also want to understand how strong it is."

So, he made a move that shocked all the people present.

Bending his knees, flying away, landing, under his feet is a mottled stone platform that shows a slight crack, and standing opposite, there is an indifferent man with a trace of astonishment flashing in his eyes, Gu Feng.

"Yang Xuan, what is he—what is he doing?"

"He's going to challenge Gu Feng too?"

"I'm not mistaken, right? Even Yuwen Bufan was defeated with one move, and he ...... Creation of the realm of the Soul!"

"This is impossible, is it crazy, to challenge an invincible existence below the realm of divine powers?"

After a short silence, an uproar erupted in the field, and the discussion resounded like a tide, and the horror was no less than Yuwen Bufan being defeated by one finger.

"Hehe, this little guy really went up" The master of Wangtian Palace sat on the chair, his wrinkled old face with a hint of a smile, looking at the changes in the field with great interest, the two figures standing on the stone platform, coercive and circulating, extremely extraordinary.

"He ......" Yuemei's expression was full of worry, a pair of fair, soft and boneless jade hands were clenched nervously, and she trembled slightly, "Could it be Gu Feng's opponent?"

In the cloudy old eyes of the Lord of Wangtian Palace, the essence flashed and disappeared, and he glanced at Yuemei who was in a rather wrong situation a little strangely, even if it was Youruo Nannizi in the past, she had never seen Yuemei so worried.

He sighed in his heart, shook his head, but said in his mouth, "Gu Feng is not simple, and Yang Xuan is not simple either, at least, with the eyesight of the old body, many of Yang Xuan's secrets have never been seen."

"If I can defeat Gu Feng's existence in the Heavenly Palace, except for the girl who is Youruo, I'm afraid there will only be this Yang Xuan."

"Xiao Jiujian can't do it either?"

"He, the little guy is very slippery, although his strength is strong, but he is even better than Gu Feng."

The conversation between the two came to an end, in the huge arena, there were thirty-six stone platforms, and during the battle, Youruo noticed Yang Xuan's movements, and couldn't help frowning secretly.

On the other side, Du Xiaoxiao, who was a boy and a girl, also frowned slightly, and a look of appreciation suddenly flashed over her face with heavy makeup, and her eyes fell on Yang Xuan, who was wearing a green shirt.

"Tut-tut, what a handsome little brother, this bearing is really extraordinary, even my sister's heart is attracted by it, giggle......"

The tooth-sour laughter, his eyes did not hide his admiration for Yang Xuan at all, but with his disgusting posture, it gave people the feeling that a demon was staring at some kind of food.

Hearing this, the face of Yu Ruoqiao, who had always been calm, turned cold, and the momentum around her body became more powerful with this change.

Such a scene made Du Xiaoxiao's heart dark, and a trace of panic appeared between her eyebrows, and immediately, she was instantly dispersed by it, and then revealed a joking expression: "Sister is joking with you, how can the man that my sister likes get involved?"

He really thought of himself as a beautiful woman.

Youruo's face was still cold, "Senior Brother Du said and laughed, Senior Sister still has something important to do, offended" After speaking, the long sword slashed forward extremely plainly, and the majestic purple qi rose up, and Qi Er condensed into a huge purple half-moon-shaped sword, exuding endless edge.

"Giggles, my sister is really persistent, and she said that she wanted to call me a teacher...... "Sister" In Du Xiaoxiao's opinion, ordinary jokes are difficult to say as indifferently as in the past in the current situation of Ziyue.

On his cheeks, which were covered with heavy makeup, were full of horror in an instant, and the huge purple half-moon-shaped sword light, like an infinite cloud and mist, covered the sky and the sun, and actually covered all the space that could be used for flickering and moving within a few feet of his body.

But the momentum of the sword rising, even a slight feeling, can no longer raise the slightest thought of resistance, "This feeling...... You, you, too, ......"

The voice became extremely sharp and piercing in an instant, and the horror and panic in my heart could be seen in this scream.

"It's over, senior brother, the purple qi is coming from the east, and the oblique moon is in the sky"

The sword slashed again, and the power grew violently, but it slowed down extremely strangely, as if it was deliberately leaving a hand.

Du Xiaoxiao's face changed instantly, he didn't care how to resist it, he couldn't stop retreating, and then jumped off the stone platform with great dexterity, he had a faint guess in his heart, if he did it correctly, the delicate and lovely woman in front of him ...... I'm afraid it's an existence at the same level as Gu Feng.

Strange to say, the moment Du Xiaoxiao jumped off the stone platform, the majestic purple qi in the sky disappeared in an instant, and only a trace of incomparably powerful aura remained in the void, but it was also extremely terrifying.

Feeling the fierce pressure that was enough to crush it into pulp, Du Xiaoxiao breathed rapidly, and looked at Youruo's gaze revealing a hint of disbelief.

Some of the crowd noticed the stone platform where Youruo was, but more of their minds were involved in another battle that was about to break out, and their eyes turned around unexpectedly, but they saw that Youruo was still on the stage, but the disgusting Du Xiaoxiao appeared under the stage, and he was confused.

As far as the eye could see, she sensed the terrifying aura that was still permeating the stone platform, and a trace of realization suddenly passed through everyone's hearts, no wonder Youruo would choose Du Xiaoxiao, with her current strength, I am afraid that whoever she chooses will have the same result, since this is the case, it doesn't matter who she fights against.

Defeating the opponent so easily, Youruo nodded apologetically to Du Xiaoxiao under the stage, then turned his head, his eyes fell on the field where Yang Xuan and Gu Feng were confronted, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her heart couldn't help but clench secretly.

"Since you've made such a choice, you're sure of it, right?" Xiu's mouth opened slightly, as if he was inquiring with someone, and as if he was muttering to himself, which made people unpredictable.

The atmosphere in the field was even more tense, and almost all the monks who watched the battle were firmly concerned with the elegant figure in a green shirt on the stone platform.