Li Shiqiang's face was a little pale, the corners of his mouth were a little helpless, he glanced at the scabbard fixed on his throat, and his body quietly took a small step back.

Lin Fan smiled, withdrew his sword, and turned his head to look at Feng Burning Sky not far away.

"Next, you can give it a try."

Feng Yantian's eyes flashed, he looked at Lin Fan and said: "You have just experienced a battle, and your breath is uncertain, I think you are a monk at all, you dare to pretend to be a test in the ladder of immortals, what are your intentions to stop me and the other three?"

Feng Yantian's words made Li Shiqiang and Mo Chilian's faces change, but they were immediately calm.

In their hearts, what they fancy is the shadow dragon in Lin Fan's hands, as for whether he is a real person or a test, only being able to get the shadow dragon is no different from chance.

Feng Yantian's face became a little colder, and he took out a wooden gun in the storage ring.

The pitch-black wooden spear pointed diagonally at Lin Fan's throat in his hand, and a rainbow of flames on the body of the spear like scorched wood ignited.

"If you want to hone your sword skills with us, you must be prepared to die under my spear!"

The flaming spear in Feng Yantian's hand shook, and as soon as his feet moved, the spear flew like a fire dragon and stabbed out.

The spear broke through the air like a fiery phoenix dancing in the sky, and the sharp tip of the spear pierced the air in front of Lin Fan and made a crisp phoenix roar.

Lin Fan raised the "Falling Moon" sword in his hand, and his arm rotated at high speed, twisting into a twist like a rubber band.

When the wind is gentle, it can blow lightly, but when it is violent, it can roll the sky.

Lin Fan stepped violently, the ancient stone steps trembled, and under the powerful force, Xiao Baili flew out like a projectile, and there was a loud explosion in the air.

Seeing Lin Fan's figure that was so fast that he almost disappeared, the spear full of flames in Feng Burning Tian's hand stabbed out towards Lin Fan in the sky, and a flame spear blade dozens of zhang long flew out.

"Phoenix Flame Slash!"

Feng Burning Heaven roared, and the fire blades at the tip of the spear suddenly scattered like a rain of stars in the sky, and a rain of fire descended from the sky.

Lin Fan's eyes were filled with a sea of fire, and the cold and gloomy feeling in his throat made him instantly realize that in this rain of fire, the tip of the spear shot out was hidden in the rain-like brilliance in front of him.

The fire and rain in the sky bloomed like fireworks, enveloping Lin Fan.

Feng Yantian's eyes were shining brightly at this time, and the body of the spear in his hand was bent like a bow, and the tip of the spear hidden in the rain of fire appeared like a fang.

Lin Fan's arm suddenly let go at this time, and the long sword rotated at high speed.

"Fresh Breeze Kills"

The roaring sword roar resounded through the sky, and the sword shadows were thousands of them, merging together.

A hurricane-like tornado appeared on the spinning sword.

Lin Fan was so fast that his figure appeared in everyone's eyes like smoke.

The tornado was in front and Lin Fan was behind, as if a big fishing net was thrown high by him, enveloping the oncoming rain of fire.

When Feng Burning Heaven was cultivating in the North Sea, he was practicing in the tornado that connected the sky, how could he care about the hurricane in front of him.

He was like a dragon out of the sea, jumped up, and stabbed into the center of the tornado.

There was a loud roar, the rain of fire dissipated, and the tornado reversed.

The dull impact caused dozens of feet of air to explode, and the two bodies that met in the air rolled upside down and flew away.

"Stampede"

After landing, the two of them were like drunk men, staggering back dozens of steps, and clear footprints appeared on the ancient stone steps.

A blush appeared on each of their cheeks, and the eyes that looked at each other exuded the same excitement.

When you meet an opponent in chess, there is no hostility, only an irrepressible excitement in your heart.

Fighting against such an opponent can hone oneself, thinking of this, the two shouted and collided together.

Spear blades shot out from the tip of the spear, like a flaming crescent.

The size of a crescent moon wheel, roaring and staggering in the air, surrounded Lin Fan.

Lin Fan's body was like a ghost, like wind and fog, constantly passing through the staggered blades of guns.

The sheathed "Falling Moon" sword turned into a clear wind, constantly wrapping around the body of the spear in Feng Yantian's hand.

The breeze is like silk in stacks, making the body of the spear stabbed at high speed sluggish.

In just one breath, the blades of the spear and the long sword collided with each other in the air hundreds of times, and the sparks that exploded were incomparably brilliant.

Feng Yantian felt that the true yuan in his body was like a big river rushing, and he couldn't help but let out a majestic phoenix roar in his mouth.

A fiery red phoenix appeared on his handsome cheeks.

Under the sun, his body flashed with red light, and fiery runes spread across his cheeks.

An incomparably noble fiery phoenix phantom appeared behind him.

For a moment, the momentum of the phoenix burning the sky was unparalleled, and his fiery red cheeks were unspeakably excited.

The awakening of the bloodline made him feel like he was in a dream, and the breath of the peak of the foundation building actually had the feeling that he was about to break through the Jindan realm.

The fire phoenix behind him slowly spread its wings, and with a pair of sacrosanct eyes, it suddenly looked at Lin Fan, who was striking out with a long sword.

Avoiding Lin Fan's sword, Feng Yantian's body stretched out in the air, and the spear in his hand was revealed.

He glanced at Lin Fan, who was retreating slightly, and said in an arrogant voice: "My breakthrough is imminent, I can't fight for a long time, and now I can decide the winner with one shot!"

Lin Fan nodded, hung the "Falling Moon" on his waist, and reached out to "hold" the "Yuan Magnetic Breaking Heaven" sword on his back.

He looked at Feng Yantian and said, "After the warm-up, let me see the true combat power of the Feng clan!"

Feng Yantian glanced at Lin Fan, and a sky-shattering phoenix roar came out of his mouth, and the fire phoenix behind him rose into the sky.

The fire phoenix circled the sky, sucking at the big sun in the sky, and countless scorching sun flames fell on the fire phoenix's mouth.

The three people on the ground felt that their eyes were dark, and the sunlight in the hundred zhang space disappeared for a full moment.

Lin Fan's heavy sword was raised high, and the true yuan of his whole body was transferred to his arm, and he wanted to use this heavy sword to strike out the wind transformation sword.

The fire phoenix, who had absorbed the flames of the Great Sun, glanced at Lin Fan obliquely from the corner of his eyes, as if he was looking at an ant.

It let out a long roar and merged its entire body into the spear in Feng Yantian's hand.

Feng Yantian's body trembled, and the spear in his hand roared sadly, this was not a power he could control at this time.

He wasn't thinking about the shadow dragon in his heart, but more about the undefeated dignity of the Feng clan.

The spear was like a flame, and he stepped on the volley, a spear in his hand, and a human gun.

The air he stepped on made an explosive roar, and the air collapsed within a few feet, and ripples flew in all directions.

A red lightning bolt between heaven and earth, ignoring the barriers of space and time, appeared in front of Lin Fan in an instant.

A fire phoenix with wings spread and struck fiercely at Lin Fan's throat.

This shot is extremely mysterious, dominating the world, and anyone who dares to block the blow of the fire phoenix will be destroyed.

The fire phoenix in Lin Fan's eyes was reflected, and the silver dragon scales appeared under the gray robe.

In the Qi Sea Dantian, a tsunami-like True Yuan erupted, and his eyes that turned into silver vertical pupils did not have a trace of waves.

The raised "Yuan Magnetic Breaking the Sky" sword was swung out heavily.

"Fresh Breeze Kills"

A thousand swords in one breath, a thousand swords as one.

Thunder exploded on the flat ground, and a dragon's roar resounded through the sky.

At the tip of the round sword of the "Yuan Magnetic Breaking the Sky" sword, a cyan wind dragon snatched the sword out.

The cold and ruthless dragon's eyes were raging, and it raised the dragon claws on its chest, and tore it at the fire phoenix.

The entire space suddenly froze, time seemed to stop, and a pitch-black spatial crack slipped across the arrogant head of the fire phoenix.

The wind gushed, and the wind dragon and the fire phoenix disappeared.

The two figures stood opposite each other in the endless wind.

A wooden spear and a large sword were pressed against the throat of the opponent.

Li Shiqiang and Mo Chilian looked at the two opposite each other and were silent.

After a few breaths, the spear in Feng Yantian's hand broke off, and a mouthful of scarlet blood spurted out of his mouth.

He looked at Lin Fan, who had taken back the big sword, and said with difficulty: "A sword turns into a dragon, although there is no regret in defeat!"