At this time, the young man on the other side suppressed the fireball in his hand to the limit, his face was pale, and his hands were a little trembling.

The hands in front of his chest were wrapped together in a fist-sized fireball, and in a few breaths, he actually compressed the fireball the size of the ball to the limit of cultivation.

He looked up at Lin Fan fiercely, and the eyeballs in his eyes almost rolled to the ground.

At this time, Lin Fan ignored him, his footsteps moved slightly, and the long sword in his hand was as slow as a turtle, turning into a circular trajectory in front of Lin Fan.

Lin Fan's face was solemn, and he used every move extremely seriously, and although the sword moves were slow, they were integrated.

This Immortal Mountain was silent, and countless eyes watched Lin Fan entertain himself comfortably in the square.

The boy looked down at the volcanic ball of light in his hand, his face was dark and ugly, and he was being ignored, and this humiliation hurt his arrogant self-esteem incomparably.

He roared wildly, and threw the ball of light in his hand towards Lin Fan with all his might, while his body retreated at high speed.

His roar shook in all directions, and his voice was so high that his loud voice was a little hoarse.

"Lore" Sun Shines "".

Zhen'er's deafening voice seemed to be shouting at the crowd, and he made a big move.

The ball of light flashed, and it appeared in front of Lin Fan in an instant, causing countless monks of the Immortal Mountain to close their desperate eyes.

Lin Fan seemed to be still intoxicated with his feelings, and he didn't react to the crisis in front of him.

When the ball of light is coming, the wrist is lightly raised, and the tip of the sword follows the light direction of the ball of light.

The ferocious ball of light actually landed meekly on the tip of the sword, Lin Fan's figure was appropriated, and the terrifying and abnormal ball of light rolled around on his long sword.

Like an extremely obedient pet, waiting to be played with in the hands of its owner.

The foundation building monk behind Hua Manlou, his face changed greatly, and he exclaimed: "This is absolutely impossible, the sword heart is clear, and the perception is to overcome the rigid with softness."

The young man who withdrew a few feet away, at this time, was stunned, just when he couldn't believe it.

Lin Fan suddenly smiled fiercely, the long sword in his hand shook, and the ball of light on the tip of the sword broke open and flew away, appearing at the young man's feet in an instant.

The young man's face changed drastically, his face was frightened, his feet stomped on the ground and jumped high, and a large shield condensed with vitality appeared at his feet.

"Boom"

With a loud thunderous sound, a small mushroom cloud rose up, and the hard bluestone slab was burst open with a basin-sized hole, and dense cracks spread in all directions.

The heat wave that swept around made countless Qi cultivation disciples retreat in embarrassment.

The young man who jumped high escaped under the shield of the condensed vitality, and his volley body slowly fell.

At this time, Lin Fan sneered, kicked his feet hard, and his figure appeared below the young man like a ghost.

One of his powerful thighs slammed into the boy's chest like a poisonous dragon's tail.

"Bang"

With a muffled sound, the young man let out a miserable scream, and his body was kicked more than ten meters high.

The bones of his whole body made a crisp popping sound, and Lin Fan's body jumped up at the same time with both feet on the ground.

In the incredulous gaze of countless people, Lin Fan grabbed the opponent's head in the air with a powerful palm and pressed it down fiercely.

Hua Manlou was shocked at this time and wanted to come to the rescue, but unfortunately Lin Fan's movements were too fast.

"Knock"

The young man's head was pressed to death by Lin Fan on the tough bluestone.

The impact force of the high-speed downward movement shook the entire ground.

Half of the young man's beautiful face suddenly sunken, and his delicate porcelain-like skin cracked and splashed in all directions.

The boy didn't snort, and suddenly fainted, only two slender and slender thighs twitched on the ground from time to time.

Lin Fan let go of his palm, glanced at the palm that was red with blood, and stretched out a finger dripping blood, pointing at the stunned Hua Manlou.

Sticky blood dripped down Lin Fan's fingers, there was a trace of cruelty in his cold face, and a cheek full of domineering said with disdain: "You, dare to fight!"

Hua Manlou looked at Lin Fan, who was like a hell devil, and his steps retreated slightly.

Seeing the disdain in the eyes of the disciples of the Flying Immortal Sect around him, his beautiful cheeks suddenly blushed.

He said angrily: "Brother Wu, you Feixian Sect dare to deceive people too much, and you have to give me an explanation for the Bright Bright Heavenly Sect."

Wu Qianshu was still immersed in Lin Fan's domineering blow, and the sound of flowers in his ears made him sober up.

In fact, Wu Qianshu knew Lin Fan a little, after all, his younger brother who had just stepped into the transcendent realm was defeated by Lin Fan not long ago.

But he never expected that Lin Fan would be stronger than he imagined, and in just a few days, his cultivation would actually enter the extraordinary, seeing that he had just crossed the level to defeat the disciple of the "Bright Radiant Heaven Sect" realm, if he really wanted to fight him, his chances of winning would never exceed the fifth layer.

Seeing Hua Manlou and his junior brothers, he looked like he was angry with himself at this time.

Wu Qianshu hurriedly shouted to the deacons: "Don't carry the injured guests to the treatment yet, if there is really any accident, who can bear it."

At the same time, Wu Qianshu yelled at Lin Fan and said, "Okay, you Lin Fan, you little transcendent disciple dares to injure my distinguished guest of the Flying Immortal Sect in public, I will definitely let the Law Enforcement Hall convict you of your crimes."

Lin Fan looked at the two of them like clowns jumping off the beam, shook off the blood in his hands and turned around and walked towards Guo Jiaxing, he sighed in his mouth: "If my Feixian Gate is all waste like you, I am afraid that no one can step on the top of the immortal mountain and reproduce the glory of the ancestor."

The sonorous and powerful voice echoed in everyone's ears, making Wu Qianshu's handsome face flush with shame.

Seeing Lin Fan turn around to leave, Hua Manlou's face was hideous.

The slender fingers flickered, and a long sword condensed with vitality appeared in his hand.

The sword body is white, and flames rise from time to time at the tip of the sword.

Hua Manlou was dressed in clothes and had no wind to automatic, and the pressure of the peak of refinement rolled up ripples in the air.

There was a roar from under his feet, and his body was like lightning, and he rushed behind Lin Fan at high speed.

Wu Qianshu looked around with cold eyes, leaving everyone who wanted to be reminded silent.

Lin Fan's powerful and incomparable divine sense instantly captured the trajectory of Hua Manlou.

He turned around lightly, and the black iron sword in his hand slowly stabbed at Hua Manlou, who was approaching at high speed.

This is the most common basic swordsmanship, the forward stab.

This sword technique is extremely clumsy and full of loopholes in the eyes of countless people.

Lin Fan's sword was very slow, and the jet-black sword body slowly glided in the air.

Hua Manlou was only five meters away from Lin Fan at this time, his face twisted, and the long sword in his hand was about to be raised.

At this time, he happened to see Lin Fan's iron sword slowly stretched out.

The moment Lin Fan took out the sword in his eyes, his breath and the sword were integrated, and the powerful power gathered on the sword body, revealing but not overflowing, the pitch-black sword body in front of him was like a mountain pressing on the top, and the most ordinary basic sword technique was like a peerless sword move in Lin Fan's hands without any flaws.

The body that rushed forward at high speed suddenly stopped, and the hand that was about to be raised seemed to be weak, and a cold murderous aura came towards him.

Hua Manlou's forehead was drenched in cold sweat, and the steps he wanted to take were in a burst of bitterness, and he reluctantly took a step back.

Lin Fan tapped his toes and moved forward.

Hua Manlou's finger joints clenching the hilt of the sword exploded, only to feel that the flying immortal in front of him was irresistible, and he couldn't do it when he wanted to take out the sword several times, and he had to take a step back under the strong oppression.

Only then did the onlookers realize that something was wrong with the situation, Hua Manlou's face was pale, and his body was soaked in cold sweat.

One step at a time, two steps until you exit ten steps.

Hua Manlou's rapidly depleted vitality and divine consciousness made his eyes darken, and his divine sense was exhausted, and he fell to the ground, a pale and bloodless palm still tightly held on the hilt of the sword.

He was suppressed by Lin Fan's sword to the point that he couldn't use the sword.

Hua Manlou struggled to open his eyes, looked at the iron sword on his chest, and said with difficulty: "The sword heart is clear, you are not the son of that person, the world says that the mantis arm is a car, I didn't expect that I Hua Manlou will become the mantis arm in your eyes today, this sword, I am convinced!"