When one of the "Twelve Green Dragons", obviously standing on the position of "anti-Qing", suddenly appeared on the battlefield, on the huge square, all the martial arts people who loved the Xinjue Luo family knew that the general trend had gone, and they all gave up resistance, threw down their weapons one after another, and knelt down and begged for the opponent who was still facing each other just now.

It's really no wonder that they have no backbone, it can only be said that the name of the "Twelve Green Dragons" is too big, big enough to disintegrate the fighting spirit of the vast majority of people, except for real fools and real masters, no one can ignore their proud edge.

The moment he saw this "Green Dragon", Zhao Fan's tense mood immediately became relaxed, and even the stagnant internal force was much smoother, so that the effect of healing was much better.

There is no other reason, because Zhao Fan's eyesight is enough to see the result of this battle - even if they are both super masters, the gap between the "Green Dragon" standing proudly on the spot in front of him and the "Aobai" who is both sane is too big, even if he lets the last hand, there is no possibility of defeat.

Sure enough, in the face of the "Aobai" who immediately began to flee in panic after being injured by a blow, the gray-robed "Qinglong" just smiled coldly.

"Hmph, stupid thing!"

The man in gray said contemptuously.

"Want to go, is it possible?"

Before the words fell, everyone present felt a flower in front of them, even if their eyesight was as strong as Zhao Fan and others, they couldn't see this person's movements clearly, but when they turned their eyes, they had already seen that the gray-robed man stood in front of the "Ao Bai" with his hand, and his proud posture blocked the way forward of the fleeing beast.

"Roar!"

Feeling the strong killing intent emanating from the gray-clothed man, "Aobai" finally knew that this battle was inevitable, and roared violently at the moment. The two arms were sandwiched left and right, ready to break the gray-robed "Green Dragon" into three in one fell swoop.

The strength of this offensive. The strength of the two arms is more than ten thousand, and the "Dragon and Tiger Golden Bell Jar" is urged with all its might. It is this ordinary style of "holding the moon in your arms", and its power is only stronger than the unfinished "Heavenly Buddha Palm" of Li Shengnan, and the power is extremely condensed, and the lethality has increased dramatically in geometric progression.

It's a pity that this powerful offensive can't even reach the corners of the gray-clothed man's clothes, even if the power is shocking, but the attack that can't be hit, what effect can it have?

"Huh! You have only strength, but no brains, this inferior form can bully people who are weaker than you, but in front of the stronger ones, it will only accelerate your failure!"

I don't know when he has flashed his body behind the humanoid giant beast, the gray-clothed "Qinglong" said coldly, and at the same time, his right palm stretched out, and a cold moon was held up in his palm. It seems that although it is an understatement, no one can ignore the strong coercion coming from that palm.

"A beast is a beast, give me like a beast. Let's lie on our stomachs!"

The man in gray snorted coldly, and at the same time, the heavy palm of his right hand had already slapped down.

There is no way to dodge. Even more unable to resist this thunderous blow. It's like the real moon crashing down into the sky, with unimaginable gravitational force. Straight cover to the back door of "Aobai"!

“――！！”

Such an astonishing blow, when it really hit the target, did not make the slightest sound, so that everyone who was watching the battle invariably felt an extreme sense of incongruity, and their hearts were upset, and they almost wanted to vomit blood.

However, silence does not mean that there is no power!

In the face of this blow of "Da Yin Xi Sheng", "Ao Bai" relied on the intuition of the beast and instinctively urged the strongest skill, and forcibly condensed the qi cover with the peak cultivation of the twelfth level of the "Dragon and Tiger Golden Bell Jar", trying to defend it with all his might.

It's a pity that under the casual palm of the gray-clothed man, it is enough to resist the power of the "Heavenly Buddha Palm", and the defense of real gold is like paper paste, and it only took an instant to break it. The next moment, Huo Ran, with the power of his strong palm, threw this immeasurable thing straight into the ground on the spot, smashing out a human-shaped giant pit several feet deep.

Not only that, the gray-clothed "Green Dragon" was even more unforgiving, and at the same time the heavy bombardment turned his palm into a grasp, slammed a button, a pump, and buried deep in the body of "Aobai", like a long dragon, the entire spine was pulled out on the spot, and then thrown aside at will like garbage.

It's just one move, two styles, and you don't even have to make a second shot, but with one palm and one grasp, this terrifying giant that seems to never fall, just like this, in the hands of the gray-clothed "Qinglong", completely ended his life!

Because the whole battle seemed too easy, it was like child's play, and many masters, including Zhao Fan, only felt as if they were in a dream. In addition to understanding that "this person's strength is not stronger than Aobai", what kind of martial arts truth is contained in this, everyone present can't do it, so naturally they can't see it, they can only watch this gray-clothed man kill a strong enemy lightly, so easily as if he brushed off a grain of dust on his clothes.

Then, after doing this qiē, the gray-clothed "Qinglong" didn't look at Aobai's corpse again, but turned around and strode in front of Ouyang Ke.

"Hmph, boy, let me go!"

As he spoke, the gray-clothed man raised his sleeves, flipped his wrist, and the strong air flow rolled out of thin air, whether it was Ouyang Ke in the vicinity, or everyone in the Zhao Wangfu who had just flown to ten zhang away, they all floated up involuntarily, and flew away with the gray-clothed man, in that way, it seemed that he had no interest in this battlefield that had ended.

At this moment, Zhao Fan and the others were finally able to enjoy the joy of the rest of their lives after the catastrophe.

After a series of battles, fighting to the death, but in the end, it was the strong who relied on the chaos to end the battle, for some arrogant people, it may be an unforgettable shame. However, Zhao Fan is not the kind of stone-headed "thing", at this moment, he only has heartfelt joy in his heart, and there is only one thing left in his mind.

-- Perhaps, this is the time to confess.

Zhao Fan thought so, and after plucking up his courage several times, he finally opened his mouth and called out to the girl next to him.

"Miss Li......"

Zhao Fan shouted softly, and then saw the girl suddenly sit down without warning, as if her whole body was collapsed, and she turned her head with difficulty.

"Huh?"

It seems that even the power to speak is loose for a while, Li Shengnan can only use his nasal cavity to gently squeeze out a trace of sound at this moment, while raising his eyebrows, showing his doubts to Zhao Fan.

In Zhao Fan's eyes, the girl's expression at the moment can be said to be very cute, just a slight movement is enough to tug at his heartstrings.

Smiling at the girl, Zhao Fan was ready to say the words in his heart. However, when the words came to his mouth, in the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a shadow flashing from his field of vision, followed by the shadow, Zhao Fan couldn't help frowning, just because the figure that was flying away was actually Ximen Muye, who had a broken leg and was unable to move!

When his left leg was broken at the root and his arms were both destroyed, the old thief could still rely on his breath to support him, and forcibly used his remaining right leg to flee the battlefield like a zombie.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Fan knew that his confession was completely yellow.

Even if it's for the girl in front of you, at this moment, you have opinions on more important things.

"Miss Li, wait a minute, I'll help you catch the old thief from Simon!"

As he spoke, Zhao Fan slapped the ground under him heavily, and without waiting for Li Shengnan to answer, the whole person shot out like an arrow, and quickly chased after Ximen Muye.

In order to prevent the opponent from forcibly escaping with the strength of the great grandmaster, Zhao Fan immediately used the steel wire machine spring cylinder in his sleeve, and under the flying steel wire, the sharp front end stabbed into the other party's bloody and blurred broken leg, causing the old thief of Ximen to have a sharp pain in his heart, and before he could react, Zhao Fan, who was in a hurry to pick up the plane, had quickly caught up under the tightrope traction, and buckled his right hand backpalm, and immediately buckled the opponent's top door.

Then, under the horrified gaze of Ximen Muye, he did not hesitate to carry up the only peerless study that could hurt the opponent - the "Ten Thousand Poisons Heart Sutra" that had not yet been completed......!