Everyone in the hall couldn't help but be shocked, everyone was a first-class person in the faction, and they all knew that this Marshal Fan was issued with a powerful force similar to the lion's roar, but it was intended to calm everyone, if it was intentionally harmful, some people with slightly inferior internal strength had already fainted. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Splash thief, no matter how strong your martial arts are, I will fight you to the death!"

I saw a young woman waving her palms and striking at Marshal Fan, the offensive was very fierce, and she only attacked but did not defend, obviously a lose-lose style.

"Xiaolan, I'll help you!" A handsome young man jumped out from the Huashan faction and leaned out to block the young woman's front.

This young man is Yun Qinggang of the Huashan faction, and the young woman needless to say, she must be Zhang Daofan's daughter-in-law.

Marshal Fan attaches great importance to his identity, and he is unwilling to fight with women, so he picks up a tablecloth and raises it towards the young woman, the tablecloth is like a big fishing net, covering the young woman, and a force pushes her away for more than a zhang, unable to move, Emei Sanjing immediately stepped forward to help.

At this time, the five disciples of Qinglongmen and the three swords of Huashan also went up to attack, but the long swords in their hands had long been lost, and they could only fight with a pair of flesh palms.

"Don't move, wait and see!" Cheng Ruofei said loudly.

Everyone is a person who has been in the rivers and lakes for a long time, and when he looks at the current situation, the other party's Lan Daoxin sits on the seat again, shaking the feather fan, smiling and watching, very chic, and a kind of eunuch Gong'e is still busy with his own work, turning a blind eye to the eyes, only Marshal Fan is alone, if he rushes up, in addition to the self-respecting identity of everyone, there is no benefit, it is better to go up with a few people, it is simply clear.

I saw that Marshal Fan was majestic, and laughed loudly: "Haha, what kind of person do you say I am to the Heavenly King Fan Zizhu, and I am afraid of a few juniors!"

His eyes were very sharp, and at a glance, he knew that Huashan's Four Sword Kung Fu was much higher than that of the five disciples of the Qinglong Sect, and they seemed to have a set of extremely powerful formations in their positions.

So he stepped forward and blocked in front of Yuan Qingxiong, so that he could not enter the Qinglong position, and the four elephant arrays could not be formed immediately, his hands moved extremely fast, and his shots were extremely accurate, and he grabbed the "Tanzhong Acupoint" on the chests of the two Qinglongmen disciples at once, and as soon as he used his strength, the two disciples flew towards the stone pillar of the palace, and they were about to burst their brains and die.

I only saw two yellow lights, flying out to both sides, two disciples landed steadily, it turned out to be Huiqing and Guang, one person caught a disciple, just stood firm, and the other two Qinglongmen disciples flew towards the other two stone pillars, a monk and a nun were still gently catching.

"Okay!" Fan Zizhu shouted, like a thunderbolt, only to see the last Qinglongmen disciple standing straight in place, blood flowing from his eyes and nostrils at the same time, and he was shocked to death.

"Marshal Fan's roaring skills are much stronger," Lan Daoxin applauded.

The four swords of Huashan were also dizzy by him, and the nameless disciples of the Shangqing Palace saw this and immediately stepped forward.

"Stand down!" Zhang Daocun yelled, and the five of them immediately stopped, "Second brother!"

Zhang Daofan lost his beloved son, and he already wanted to step forward and fight hard, but the disciple was on the ground, so he had to stand in place and sweep the formation, and at this time, the beloved disciple also died, and he was even more angry.

The two brothers stepped forward, formed a sword formation, and stepped forward to meet the enemy.

"If you don't want to die, just step down," Zhang Daofan said coldly.

The four swords of Huashan have just been in full swing, and they have already been "roared towards the sky", and the roar has disappeared, and they have long wanted to retreat, and Yun Qinggang is the first to retreat from his old lover.

Yuan Qingxiong wanted to say a few words about the façade, but seeing that the second palace of the Qing Dynasty had already fought with Fan Zizhu, everyone's eyes fell on the three people, and no one paid attention to him at all, so he had to leave the scene in a huff.

Fan Zizhu snorted, and struck Erzhang with one palm, thinking that a blow would shatter the hearts and lungs of the two of them, but Erzhang was not general, and the skills of the two exceeded that of the disciples.

The two of them comprehended, each with a palm to greet each other, the two palms had not yet touched Fan Zizhu's palm, and they sank at the same time, each turned outward in a semicircle, and had come behind him, and the two of them hit his back with four palms at the same time.

Fan Zizhu just threw out the four disciples of Qinglongmen in one fell swoop, and even screamed to death a disciple, thinking that the disciple's kung fu was like this, and the master was not very clever, but he didn't know that the two brothers had been fighting for several years because of the position of the head of the family, so that they had no intention of teaching the disciples.

He was careless for a while, and was caught off guard by Erzhang, and hurriedly jumped forward, Rao was wearing gold armor, and his back was hit by a strong wind, and he still felt a faint pain.

"Oh, good armor, the craftsman invited by the King of Heaven really didn't cut corners. Lan Dao smiled in his heart.

Originally, the three Dharma kings of the Sanyuan Sect, headed by Yan Bubao, since his death, these two people have their own heart problems, and they don't think much of each other, and Fan Zizhu holds the military power, which makes Lan Daoxin regard it as a big problem.

"Pause!" Fan Zizhu said suddenly, everyone couldn't help laughing, now they are fighting to the death, he actually said pause.

On the contrary, the two self-respecting grandmasters stopped, watching him play some tricks, only to see him call the eunuch and ask him to help take off the golden armor on his body.

As soon as the golden armor was taken off, "good", his figure shook, and he immediately attacked, and Erzhang hurriedly met the battle, but he was caught off guard and took the lead, and the formation could not be formed, and he was in danger again and again.

The group of heroes in the main hall immediately insulted, scolding this Fan Zizhu for being very treacherous, in fact, this Fan Zizhu seems to be upright, but in essence, his mind is extremely cunning, but he can be in the second place in the Sanyuan Sect, which has tens of thousands of sect members, how can a reckless man do it.

"Shaoyou, these two people will definitely lose, except for us here, there are only three people who can beat him, let's go up" Song Wan'er said.

"Huh?" Nangong Shaoyou suddenly woke up from his contemplation, it turned out that he had been reminiscing about what Murong Feifei meant by "five-foot girl".

As soon as Song Wan'er woke him up from his thoughts, he subconsciously looked at Murong Feifei, and there was a "dingdong" in his heart, as if his heart had been hollowed out, and Murong Feifei was gone.

He immediately looked around, and Song Wan'er pointed out the door, it turned out that she was standing outside the door of the main hall, and at some point, Cheng Ruoguang also arrived outside the door.

Suddenly, there was a flower in front of him, "Feifei!" Nangong Shaoyou exclaimed, and it turned out that a thousand-pound iron gate suddenly fell from the gate of the palace.

I saw Cheng Ruoguang outside the door jumping out in a flash, but Murong Feifei bent his body and flew into the hall close to the ground, just his feet came in, "Long!" There was a loud bang, the iron gate fell, and the corner of Murong Feifei's long skirt was sandwiched under the iron gate.

In the blink of an eye, Nangong Shaoyou had already come to Murong Feifei's side, squatted down, grabbed her feet, and carefully examined it, Murong Feifei's face turned red, his feet broke free from his hands, and with a slash of the Heavenly Sword, he cut off the group of feet.

Nangong Shaoyou felt in his heart for a while, "Feifei, you..."

"What, are you afraid that I will cut off your robe like Cong Peifeng?" the corners of her mouth lifted, revealing an extremely sly and mischievous smile. (To be continued.) )