The System Takes Me to Practice

"What about them?"

Tang Shixian points to those who are not dragons.

"Here, apart from us, no one will stay alive, and no one will leave."

When Tang Shixian heard that, his pupils suddenly tightened, even if he had lived for so long, he was afraid of Yang Fan's killing.

The meaning of Yang Fan's words is that these guests who came to offer gifts will die, and they will offend the strength of so many Middle and Lower Continents at once, even in the heyday of Xianwu Zong is not an opponent.

"Don't worry, after the Dragon Clan is destroyed, wouldn't it be easy to create the Immortal King Immortal Realm based on the Dragon Clan's heritage? Not to mention I am still there."

Yang Fan's words made Tang Shixian's anxiety disappear.

"Don't be distracted, he's already here."

Yang Fan pointed to the front, and the fourth-tier dragon clan facing Tang Shixian rushed over. Tang Shixian slammed forward, appeared in front of the dragon clan, and scrambled.

Yang Fan had no interest in fighting this kind of strength, his gaze stayed on Tianshang.

But just as Yang Fan turned around, the space behind him was fluctuating, and a spear sprang out of the void, aiming directly at Yang Fan's head.

It seemed that this would happen a long time ago. Yang Fan didn't rush, and hid his head slightly. At the same time, he pinched the tip of the spear with **** and pulled it forward.

Direct this long spear, thrown forward along with the sneak attacker.

The attacker was a dragon man with a handsome face less than 30 years old. With just a glance, Yang Fan recognized that the man of the dragon clan who sneaked up in front of him was the offspring of Long Yucheng, and he had a four-point look similar to Long Yucheng.

"Dare to kill my fourteenth brother, you will die today."

The handsome Dragon Clan man said coldly, his hands shook, and the spear in his hand shook out vigorously, attacking Yang Fan.

"Who are you?"

Yang Fan came to be interested and killed Long Yucheng's descendants, presumably Long Yucheng would be very painful.

"Long Teng, Long Sovereign's grandson!"

The man said indifferently with eyes full of killing intent.

"Yes, I actually have the strength of the Seventh Floor of the Immortal Venerable Realm. It's worth taking a little seriously."

"Dare to kill my fourteenth brother, today, there is no need for your Immortal Wuzong to exist."

"Do you think that after today, the Dragon Race will still exist?"

Yang Fan disagrees.

Long Teng laughed loudly, "Are you stupid, just relying on you miscellaneous fish to destroy my dragon clan?"

"Who knows, maybe it will succeed."

Yang Fan shrugged, after talking, his eyes were cast on Tianshang and Long Yucheng.

"I think even if it succeeds, I'm afraid you won't fail to see it."

The corners of Long Teng's mouth raised, his eyes cast behind Yang Fan, his figure gradually dissipated.

Huh!

Behind Yang Fan, a dragon claw severely grabbed Yang Fan's head and came with irresistible power.

"Successful!"

The dragon in front of Yang Fan was about to dissipate, and after seeing this, he smiled successfully.

Just when it was about to hit, the movement of the dragon's claw stopped abruptly, as if something was blocking its way forward.

"what happened?"

A familiar voice came from behind Yang Fan and slowly turned around, but it was the disappearing Long Teng that imprinted in Yang Fan's eyes.

At this time, Long Teng's hands became dragon claws, and Yang Fan's head was only half a meter away.

"Actually, I knew what you wanted to do from the beginning, but some disappointed me."

Yang Fan slowly raised his right hand and grabbed Long Teng's neck.

Forehead!

Yang Fan's big hand directly squeezed Long Teng who was imprisoned in action, and the huge force made Long Teng unable to breathe. At the same time, the corners of Yang Fan's mouth rose, and he said in the original Naruto book, when the Lord Mutuo Madara pinched the passerby ninja's neck.

"Did I bury the card? (Do you think of dancing, too)?"

Long Teng was a little dazed, but Yang Fan didn't mean to explain. He lifted his left hand, and a modified version of the spur that killed gray bones appeared on the palm of his hand, aiming at Long Teng's heart.

"stop!"

At this moment, a dragon roar full of anger came from a distance, and a middle-aged man of the dragon race swiftly attacked, as if he wanted to save Longteng.

"That's too late."

Yang Fan glanced indifferently, and the ashes had been pierced out.

With a tingling pain, Long Teng's eyes widened, and looking down, a half-meter-long bone pierced his heart.

With the strength of the seventh layer of the Dragon Immortal Realm, not to mention the heart being pierced, even if you lose your head, you will not die.

It's just that as a special technique of Blood Succession, to Longteng, killing gray bones together is as deadly as in the original Naruto book.

Boom!

The master of that dragon chant hit the ground. The ground collapsed in an instant, and the terrifying aura flew the dust bombs from the blast, revealing its true colors.

This middle-aged dragon clan is also somewhat similar to Long Teng, with a gloomy face, seeing the color of the dragon with chapped skin all over his body, killing intent envelops the entire Six Red Sun array.

"Back to you!"

After receiving the kill notification sound from the system in his mind, after gaining more than 100,000 points, Yang Fan smiled. It's just that this smile, in the eyes of the middle-aged dragon man, is a provocation to him.

The middle-aged dragon man caught Long Teng and was about to check Long Teng's injuries. But at the moment of contact, Longteng's body instantly turned into dust and scattered, dissipating together with his soul.

The middle-aged dragon man's heart was shocked, his killing intent broke out completely, and his strength reached the eighth level of the terrifying Immortal Emperor Realm.

"Um?"

Because Yang Fan is still just normal now, there is a difference of eight small realms, which leads to the fact that he did not see through the cultivation level of the person at the beginning.

The middle-aged dragon man was very fast. He came to Yang Fan's side in the blink of an eye. He turned into a dragon body, slapped his huge claws, and wanted to slap Yang Fan to death.

"too slow."

Yang Fan's eyes shrank slightly, and the four wheel shadows quickly moved out, blocking the huge dragon claw, making it impossible to hold it down.

At this time, the battlefield was in a mess, because at least a few powerful people in the Immortal Emperor Realm were fighting, and there was no monk who was under the Immortal King Realm for more than ten kilometers around.

"It's almost time, it's time to get rid of those obtrusive people."

Taking advantage of the moment when the shadow of the wheel blocked the dragon's claws, Yang Fan probably scanned the battlefield and decided on the next task.

Hum!

The golden and red arrogance enveloped Yang Fan, and his realm reached the tenth-floor peak of the Immortal Emperor Realm in a blink of an eye, two lower levels higher than the middle-aged dragon man.

The shadows of the four rounds were also forced to return to the shadow world because of Yang Fan's huge power fluctuations.

Where there was no shadow of the round screen, the huge dragon claw was photographed. Yang Fan was unmoved, just extended a finger, and the waves in the dragon ball world penetrated the dragon's claws, and then a whip kick kicked the middle-aged dragon man into the body.

Taking advantage of this effort, Yang Fan's eyes widened, and the four rounds of shadows that had just returned appeared again, but this time the target was not the middle-aged Dragon Clan man, but the Dragon Clan who was fighting with the members of the Xianwu Sect.