Dragon Sovereign

"Ha ha, boy, are you really afraid? You are really a waste."

Wang Luo burst out laughing. His low drinking voice came out of the black fog. With Wang Luo's words, many people frowned.

Feng batian's eyes twinkle with cold light. This time, even if Wang Luo doesn't die, he will die if he goes out. He once told himself that if anyone says that his son is a waste in the future, he won't die.

Ouyang xian'er's face is also angry. The purple in his beautiful eyes suddenly gets deeper. Feng batian seems to feel something and turns his head in surprise After seeing Ouyang xian'er for a moment, she couldn't help but say, "xian'er, you have awakened the martial spirit"

with the words of the wind dominating the sky falling, Ouyang xian'er raised her head, thought of something, her face was ruddy, and nodded gently: "with the help of the young master, I broke through the five grades, and then awakened the martial spirit."

"No wonder." Feng batian nodded and his eyes fell on the platform again.

Ouyang xian'er's beautiful eyes flickered, and her eyes also shifted to the past.

At this time, Zhang Fan, who was hidden in the dark fog, didn't move when he heard Wang Luo's words. He naturally understood that Wang Luo was exciting him. Although his body moved, his eyes became colder and colder.

"Hey, boy, dare you come out and compete with me"

Wang Luo's voice is still wandering, seeing that he can't motivate Zhang Fan no matter how, his heart is full of anger, and his words are more and more vicious. At this time, he has to admire Zhang Fan's heart. If he is any one, he will rush out and fight with him.

but he is not a good man I don't know Zhang Fan's mind. He was a killer and a supreme killer. If someone teases him out with a few words, he doesn't deserve the title of curse.

Wang Luo's eyes twinkled, or some helpless, this black fog is his field, but now how to see has become a favorable area for each other.

After Wang Luo's withdrawal, such an idea came into his mind again, because if the stalemate continued, it was him who was ashamed. Imagine that a martial arts master could not help a young man who had just come out of the thatched cottage. I'm afraid that he would not be able to pass his own level without telling others how to treat him Some look down on him, but if he wins in the end, he believes that no matter how many words he has, he will definitely be sealed.

Think of here, the black awn on the body agitated, since decided, that so went to do well.

A force of suction bloomed from Wang Luo's body, and the black fog all around suddenly surged up and attached to Zhang Fan's body.

"I told you to hide" Wang Luo's face once again showed a bloodthirsty smile, when the black fog dispersed, Zhang Fan ushered in his crazy blow.

Hidden in the depths of Zhang Fan naturally felt the trend of the black fog, his eyes narrowed slightly, waiting for an opportunity, the best opportunity to start.

The black fog was a little thin, and Wang Luo's eyes were sweeping back and forth. In an instant, the suction on his body suddenly increased, the energy on his body was agitating wildly, and the momentum belonging to the martial arts teacher suddenly burst out.

Some people say that when people's momentum is the most quiet, it's the best time to shoot, but Zhang Fan doesn't think so. When people's momentum is the most high, it's probably the time when people's defense is the most lax.

With the help of the black fog, Zhang Fan's body moved, his left hand spread out, and the light golden light flowed out. Without any fluctuation, he stepped on the maze step, and three or four illusions of his body rushed up.

Less than three meters away from Wang Luo, the sword in Zhang Fan's right hand vibrated, the purple awn was highlighted, and the sword suspended in an instant.

When you spread your right hand and clap it at the handle of the sword, a force is transmitted. The sword body vibrates and the hum sounds, which makes Wang Luo shake all over and sneer at the corners of his mouth. Finally, you can't help but move your hand.

the air of killing turns into a beautiful radian, sweeping towards Wang Luo's body from another angle, with the air of killing madly, you can't help it Towards Wang Luo's body. This is the Yunluo sword technique. The second move is the imperial sword. It's another form of attack.

"Coming" feels the air of being destroyed. Wang Luo's mouth pokes a sneer, and his black belt suddenly bursts out. He turns around and sweeps out behind him.

Zhang Fan's body is just like lightning, or like a tiger waiting for an opportunity to ambush. The speed is very fast, and the opportunity has not been created by himself. This has always been Zhang Fan's habit

the Xuanyuan sword in his left hand suddenly shoots a terrible glare, the cyclone turns madly, and the strength of Zixia skill disappears quickly, but it is a frightening feeling Like the spirit of volcanic eruption, it erupts instantly.

Before the black fog dissipated, Zhang Fan's left hand swung, a golden light cut through the sky and swept away towards Wang Luo's body.

Wang Luo was surprised to know that he had been cheated. He was a little fierce in his heart. When the black belt swept the rushing sword, his body turned around and his triangle fork swept up with the crazy surging black awn.

There was no sound, and the fork broke directly. Then Wang Luo's face became dull, and he couldn't believe it. Looking down, there was a blood hole in his chest.Wet feeling, without the slightest pain, Wang Luo stretched out his right hand in the chest, spread out his hand, the whole palm was soaked in red.

Pupil slightly dilated, the other side this is what attack, at this time he can clearly feel his Qi in the rapid dissipation.

I can't believe it. He really can't believe it, but it's followed by a sense of madness. The energy on his body will be pulled on the back of his body. The crazy riot starts, and the black belt no longer manages the sword. More than a dozen black belts mixed with strange black awns are sweeping towards Zhang Fan's body, just like a spider.

Zhang Fan was shocked. He didn't expect Wang Luo to burst out such a fierce attack when he died again.

Heart trembles, the cyclone in the body again crazy riot up, left hand again spread out, a golden sword emerged.

Wang Luo's eyes were wide open. This is Zhang Fan's soul of martial arts. The soul of the sword is absolutely at the top. However, this soul of the sword has never felt before. Under the momentum of the sword, he has a feeling of submission. It's not wrong to say that the sword is arrogant.

The dazzling golden light is highlighted. At the moment when Zhang Fan's Zixia skill is exhausted, the sharp sword Qi bursts out with irresistible feeling and dazzling brilliance.

Breaking through the black fog that didn't dissipate, he swept out directly, and the people present were shocked at the same time. The sword spirit was terrible, and the detached feeling shook many people.

Especially the referee's middle-aged man, with his eyes wide open, showed a look of disbelief. Could this sword spirit be used by the boy who used the sword?

in the shock of the whole scene, Wang Luo's black belt was all cut off, and he lowered his head again to look at the position of his chest, where three or four blood holes appeared again.

He raised his head and looked at Zhang Fan. His lips moved and he lay down straight.

Zhang Fan's face was pale at this time, and his purple awn disappeared completely. With the invasion of the black fog, he suddenly felt the weakness of his whole body. He raised his right hand, and the weak purple awn flowed. The sword, trembling in an instant, fell into his hand. When he half knelt down, the sword in his hand directly supported the ground.

Biting his teeth, his forehead dripping with sweat, his supreme killer will not easily fall down.

Without the support of Wang Luo's energy, the originally thin black fog also quickly dissipated, so far the situation of the whole battle platform was completely displayed in front of everyone.

The mind trembled again. They clearly saw Wang Luo's body lying there, with no breath. The boy in white robe, half kneeling on the ground, with a pale face, gripping his teeth and leaning on the sword, was standing up a little bit.

It's a kind of spirit, a kind of spirit that even if a man encounters great tribulations, he still can't fall down, even if the sky collapses and the earth collapses.

without any noise, everyone's eyes fall on the boy in white robe, waiting for the moment when he stands up.

Zhang Fan's body trembles slightly. He can't fall down. Even if he falls down, he has to stand up and fall down. Zhang Fan is the supreme killer, the invincible God of war in the previous life. If he is paralyzed now, his mind will be affected a little. In the future, he will certainly be affected.

The body is a little bit straight, everyone knows how much strength Zhang fan used, what kind of spirit is supporting Zhang Fan

"Miss..." Ziling's voice trembled and she closed her eyes. She did not dare to see Zhang Fan again.

Ye xiangxuan's look was a little dull, and her inner breath set off waves. No matter what Zhang Fan's scene was like at this time, the boy in white robe was deeply imprinted into her inner world.

Feng batian doesn't have the slightest change. He just looks at the boy in white robe. This persistent boy in white robe is his own son, and he won't help him. The man in Feng family always depends on himself

at this time, Ouyang xian'er's white face is full of tears, and what he feels inside is bursts of pain: "young master..."

The middle-aged man's body did not go up, announced the results of the game, eyes flashing, as if waiting for something.

"Home owner..." The man sitting next to Zhang Moben was shaking.

"Waste, it's all waste."

The Warrior Zhang