He is not qualified to injure his opponent! Such contemptuous words naturally aroused the hatred of the four major leaders. However, once they fought, Lu Zhengping suddenly realized that the red-clothed Taoist in front of him was not talking empty words, but stating undoubted facts.

At this moment, the four major masters are besieging and attacking, compared to Lu Zhengping's solitary battle, the combat power will naturally increase exponentially, even with Zhao Fan's ability, there is absolutely no way to once again stage a good show to break the enemy under the mutual protection and cooperation of the four people. But on the other hand, if Lu Zhengping, Fan Yifei and others want to break through Zhao Fan's defense, it will be difficult to reach the sky.

His body did not move, his feet did not move, and he did not even use his weapon. Just swaying the beginner's "Songfeng Sword Technique", Zhao Fan easily stopped all the offensives in all directions, whether it was an iron pen, a flying knife, a nine-section whip, or a purple gold thick back knife, in front of Zhao Fan's casual false sword fingers, it was like encountering an indestructible embankment, even if he did what he had learned in his life, he was unable to take a step beyond the thunder pool, but Zhao Fan's side occasionally highlighted strange soldiers, and he could kill the opponent in a hurry and take care of himself.

If the victory just now was as fast as thunder, and it still couldn't make most mediocre people understand Zhao Fan's strength, then this "sword dance" at this moment is equivalent to using a way that these people can understand, so that they can understand the "high" of the master, what kind of "high" method it is.

Even if the four major leaders have tried their best to use the most exquisite moves in their lives. But in the eyes of discerning people, these masters of the famous party are actually just marionettes in the hands of the red-clothed Taoist, who are just dancing in the hands of the other party from beginning to end, helping Zhao Fan involuntarily, so that he can "show" what he wants to show one move at a time, and when he shows enough, this "sword dance" with a huge disparity in strength can also reach the end.

Finally, at a glance in Zhao Fan, according to the order of the routine, the "Songfeng Sword Technique" was exhausted, and when the last move "Wind Leaves Traces" was closed, the four major leaders who were already exhausted finally flew out under the strong sword power of the Quartet, and when they landed, they were already sweating profusely, and if they didn't hurry up, they might inevitably get seriously ill.

And after closing the momentum, Zhao Fan didn't pay attention to the four defeated generals.

I believe that in the martial arts exercise just now, the martial arts realm I want to show has been fully conveyed to those who need to understand. The first impression of "not the strong moves cultivated, but the superb swordsmanship itself" has planted seeds in the hearts of the Manchu people.

In this way, when Zhao Fan jumps back in the future, these guys will probably misestimate Zhao Fan's strength according to this impression, and if Zhao Fan no longer hides his moves, he will instead use powerful martial arts...... Hehe, such a scene is secretly refreshing to think about!

However, now that I am on the battlefield, I don't have time to think about these things, and the most important thing at the moment is to care about the second battle that will follow.

Thinking so, Zhao Fan looked around the audience again and asked politely and harmoniously.

"Second formation, may I ask which senior friend will teach you?"

After a sound, the whole field was silent.

The guests who are weaker than the four leaders are all looking at their noses and noses, and they are never willing to be in the limelight at this time. And the people who are as strong as Ma Kongqun just watched the field with interest, silently sipping the wine in the cup, as if they were watching some good show.

The silence lasted for about a few seconds, and finally a sigh was heard from among the guests in the room.

"Since no one wants to end...... I'll throw bricks and lead the way!"

As he spoke, the handsome middle-aged man who had been sitting on the side stood up, slowly drew his long sword, and walked to the center of the hall step by step.

"Oh, it's the head of Tianlong Gate?"

Looking at the figures who stood up to fight, Zhao Fan frowned slightly.

"Indeed, it is only below. Tian Guinong smiled indifferently, and Fengshen's handsome face added three points of harmony, but in Zhao Fan's eyes, it really made the traverser's disgust increase sharply, and he couldn't help but curse "dead little white face".

Although Tian Guinong once relied on calculations to kill Hu Yi, Rao was scheming, and he couldn't guess what the traverser was thinking, and he didn't know that his behavior of showing favor was self-defeating, so he still continued to speak loudly.

"In the first battle of Xiaguan, the sword cultivation of the ochre Taoist is really not comparable to Tian. In that case, let's limit ourselves to ten moves and briefly learn about it, what do you think?"

To tell the truth, this building is quite a bit of the officialdom of "hello, hello, everyone", unless Zhao Fan insists on killing each other, otherwise with the cultivation of both sides, it is indeed difficult to distinguish the winner within ten moves. In this way, these ten moves can not only make the "Ochre Army" show its majesty, but also allow the Kanto side to save face, which is not a loss to everyone.

But in general, this mention is full of cautious and petty childishness, and there is no martial artist's heart to compete. If it is a compromise between national forces, this kind of mention is decent, but it is a little too inappropriate to put it in the middle of the battle of warriors at this moment.

No wonder this guy has a rancid stink in the original, and he can't become a master after working hard for a lifetime. Zhao Fan sneered disdainfully in his heart.

Seeing that the red-clothed Taoist seemed to be a little hesitant after mentioning yì by himself, Tian Guinong waited for a while, and then asked again: "What does the Taoist chief think of me mentioning yì?"

"Of course it doesn't make sense!"

Before Tian Guinong's voice fell, the voice of reply had already sounded. It's just that the answer to him is not the "Ochre Shan Army" facing him, but an old voice from afar outside the door.

The person who came was obviously extremely fast, and before he could finish a sentence, the whole person had already swept to the front of the hall door from a distance, and at the same time let out a sneer from his mouth.

"I don't know what to call a boy, get out of here!"

In the astonished gaze of everyone, an old man with scars and wrinkles on his face and white temples and drooping chest boldly entered the hall, just flicking his sleeves violently, and a strong wind blasted Tian Guinong, who was pale, to retreat three steps in a row, showing a terrifying cultivation that was almost at the level of a great grandmaster.

Even if there are many heroes in the hall, there are only two cultivators, Ximen Muye and Ma Kongqun, who is this sudden uninvited guest?

Everyone in the hall didn't know the origin of the old man, and they all frowned for a while.

However, Zhao Fan, who was standing in the middle of the hall, had no time to think about these questions, because after the blow forced him to retreat from the fields and return to the peasants, the ugly-faced old man had already turned his blood-red eyes to Zhao Fan, like a poisonous snake-like qi machine, and at the same time locked Zhao Fan firmly.

"Hey, what a sword dance, what ten moves, it's all bullshit! Since you want to compete in martial arts, then life and death are about winning or losing! The winner lives, and the loser dies, this is neat and simple! Boy, are you ready?"

The old man looked at Zhao Fan coldly, with a bloodthirsty smile on his face.

"If you're ready, then take it!"

Before he finished speaking, the old man had already made a lightning move!

The right palm that was originally placed on his side was almost raised, as if it was weak and weak, and without the slightest fireworks, it floated towards the top of Zhao Fan's head. The whole palm of his hand presents a strange dead blue color, which does not look like a living person at all, but at first sight, he knows that it is not a good way!

-- It's a bone palm!

Almost immediately, Zhao Fan immediately remembered this well-known evil and poisonous mastery in his heart, and at the same time understood the identity of the old man in front of him, it must be Liaodong Shenlong Island, Shenlong Sect Leader Hong Antong!

In the face of this veteran powerhouse who has been famous for decades, Zhao Fan definitely did not dare to use Qingcheng martial arts to deal with it. At this moment, in the face of the poisonous palm power of the one who will die, under the condition of not revealing his identity, Zhao Fan has only one choice.

Withdraw!

Without any hesitation, the red-clothed Daoist stepped on the "Shadowless Phantom Leg", and the whole person seemed to have a trace of afterimage, and quickly retreated towards the rear like a ghost, allowing the Hong Sect Master to pass the first blow of a sneak attack.

However, he had already had the idea of killing, and the Hong sect leader who had no effect on one blow did not hesitate at all, and urged his skills, and then his left palm went up, and it was a style of "turning bones into a palm" with a sharp sleeve wind and striking out from afar, and the palm strength sleeve wind was shrouded like a cover.

However, as the "prey" of being blocked, Zhao Fan himself was indeed not surprised at all. Because he knew that in his position at this moment, his trusted companion had enough time to come to his aid.

It was too late to say that it was too fast, and at the same time as the power of the Hong Sect Master's palm exploded, a white-clothed figure in a flying Taoist costume suddenly swept up from behind, and the white jade palm was wrapped around the deep and empty galaxy aura, bringing up an incomparably domineering energy, and it collided with the Hong Sect Master's "Bone-Turning Palm" head-on!

"Wave!!"

When the two powerhouses met, there was a clear sound of palms clashing, as if it was a friendly tap. However, in the next moment, the fierce explosion made everyone present truly understand the horror of this hard fight!

"Qingcheng Heart-Destroying Palm" and "Bone Turning Palm", one is masculine and domineering, the other is feminine and bone-eroding, but at the same time, it is among the world's yin and poisonous palm power, at this moment, under the urging of the powerful skills of "Tianguan Purple Universe" and "Shenlong Immortal Mantra Dingguan", once it fights hard, it is like yin and yang, and the power generated suddenly explodes uncontrollably, turning into a crazy expanding strong air mass, spreading and spreading to the surroundings.

This time it was not as good as when Zhao Fan and the two of them were pinching Yu Canghai, and they paid special attention to it in order to protect the disciples of Qingcheng. At this moment, the two masters, Li Shengnan and Sect Master Hong, were all unreserved.

Under the terrible aftermath, the beautiful brick fence Muge was suddenly blasted, and even the people of the small sect with slightly lower skills were involuntarily blown away by the vigor, letting out a series of screams like ghosts crying wolves. And the servants in the hall who don't know martial arts are far more miserable than these warriors, but anyone who stands a little closer will either die or be injured.

It was supposed to be a joyful party, but at most it was just a banquet to test each other, but at this moment it became a mess of dead and wounded. Ximen Makino, who was the master of this room, was already iron-blue.

Seeing that the two masters took a step back after fighting, and at the same time strengthened their skills and shot again. The No. 1 master in Kanto, who was originally sitting in Diaoyutai, finally couldn't hold back anymore, and made a decisive move before the two masters fought hard again!