Yang Fan''s face was cold and charming, looking forward to Yi Zhaoguang.


    He is not a saint. Yi Zhaoguang has exposed his murderous heart. How can Yang Fan let him go.


    Kick and stare.


    Yi Zhaoguang''s eyes flickered constantly. He looked at Hou buchen who kept walking towards him and panicked:


    "Hou buchen, do you really want to fight me for such a person? Although your Hou family is powerful, I am not easy to provoke Qingyang sect." Easy light retreats.


    Both are congenital triple, but Yi Zhaoguang doesn''t dare to provoke Hou''s bad officials at all. Otherwise, he would not take the initiative to seek peace when he first saw his identity.


    "Don''t be kidding. I can represent the Hou family. Can you represent Qingyang sect?" Hou was disdainful. At the same time, a touch of helplessness and loneliness flashed through his eyes, but he was soon covered up and became crazy again.


    "You..." Yi Zhaoguang was speechless.


    The Hou family is just a family. Any disciple surnamed Hou is the Hou family. But what about him? He is just an inner disciple of Qingyang sect. Such an identity can not only make him show off in front of these people, but also fart in front of real forces.


    "You fart, it didn''t matter to you. You have to show your sense of existence. Now, it''s your own fault." Hou buchen sneered and slapped directly between his backhands.


    Pop!


    When the palm falls, the easily illuminated body is directly photographed and flew, and the whole body is directly like a kite, breaking the line and landing.


    It''s more important to slap him off.


    "Li... Huang is." Yi Zhaoguang''s voice leaked, and his right face was swollen.


    "Hahaha. Finally, I don''t need to listen to your boasting here. I really think Qingyang sect is invincible?" Hou buchen laughed and made no secret of his contempt.


    "No, not Cen, Li Wan la. Evil three." Yi Zhaoguang was furious in his eyes and slapped the marquis.


    Hou buchen flashed and instinctively stretched out his hand to draw his sword, but at this time, Yang Fan moved.


    "I''ll come!" A deep voice.


    Yang Fan also slapped directly.


    Boom!


    Two palms touched, Yang Fan''s figure remained motionless, but Yi Zhaoguang stepped back several steps.


    Yang Fanlian didn''t use his martial arts, but Yi Guangguang directly used the martial arts of Qingyang sect to crack the mountain.


    Although he is not clear at the moment and his words leak, Yang fan can still see it. Because not long ago, the ancient Middle heaven was just used.


    However, no matter how good his talent is, he is only born with three layers, which is much worse than that of the ancient Middle heaven.


    "Is this the martial arts of Qingyang sect? It''s vulnerable." Yang Fan sneered. If he could seize the opportunity to belittle Qingyang sect, Yang Fan would not let it go.


    "You... Imitation porcelain!" Yi Zhaoguang''s eyes are extremely frightening. He looks at Yang Fan with a palm falling, and his eyes are full of fear.


    At this moment, Yuan Li has repaired the injury of a palm on his face and spoke more clearly.


    "Presumptuous? What else can you say besides this sentence? It seems that there are still a lot of dog teeth. If you lose two, it won''t delay you to boast."


    "If you have the ability, you can do it directly, and I Yang Fan will follow." Yang Fan''s eyes sank and said in a cold voice.


    "What? Yang Fan? Are you the son of Xuanling king?" At this time, as soon as Yang Fan''s voice fell, Yi Zhaoguang drank cold.


    At this time, the disciples of Qingyang sect below also became angry.


    "It''s you. You''re the maniac who killed elder martial brother Qin''s brother?"


    "It''s him. No wonder he''s so arrogant, but no matter how arrogant he is, it''s over today, boy. Die."


    "Yes, elder martial brother Yi, kill him."


    Several Qingyang sect disciples said angrily and had pulled out their long swords.


    But unfortunately, the ladder has collapsed. They can''t catch up with it. It''s a problem to get on the high platform.


    Yi Zhaoyang''s eyes were also full of anger. When he patted the storage ring in his hand, a long sword appeared directly:


    "Dog, I can''t believe your life is so great. The old man in ancient Zhongtian didn''t kill you. But today you meet my son, the time of death is coming." Yi Zhaoguang said in a cruel voice.


    Yang Fan turned her eyes and looked at Yi Zhaoguang''s long sword.


    "The peak of Xuanpin is already comparable to the war soldiers of dipin?" Yang Fan''s eyes narrowed and he felt the desire of swallowing from the sword again.


    "Yes, it''s your blessing to die under this sword. Die." Yi Zhaoguang said, turning his long sword:


    "The scorching sun cuts!"


    Yi Zhaoguang cut out with a sword, and the power of Wu soul broke out. The terrifying earth element force, mixed with the sword breath, roared out, stirring layers of smoke and dust, and came straight to Yang Fan.


    "Boy, can you?" Hou buchen asked at this time, and the long sword in his hand had been taken out.


    "Don''t worry, if you can''t even handle him, how can you be a little brother?" Yang Fan picked at the corner of his mouth.


    "Just to use you to prove my strength after quenching." Yang Fan thought in his heart, looking at the smoke and sword Qi washed away, he didn''t dodge, stepped out one step and pushed one hand horizontally.


    "Destroy life!"


    With one palm, the terrible fire force raged outside Yang Fan''s body. Layers of flames burst out in an instant, and the sea of fire surged in an instant.


    "Eight feet?" Yang Fan''s pupil contracted slightly, which was a little unexpected.


    I didn''t expect that after Yuan Li was quenched and compressed, even the scope of martial arts was reduced. For a time, Yang Fan was a little lost.


    But at this time, Yang Fan''s flesh began to spread endless dry heat, as if it was going to burn.


    Boom.


    In an instant, Yang Fan''s whole person seemed to be burning, making Yang Fan look like the incarnation of the God of fire in the eight Zhang sea of fire.


    Boom.


    At this time, the sea of fire surged and directly burned Yi Zhaoguang''s sword gas and smoke into ashes. Even Yi Zhaoguang''s long sword was isolated from the sea of fire.


    "No... impossible. What kind of power is this? How can you have such terrible martial arts as you are born with a heavy heart?" Yi Zhaoguang was extremely frightened, and his expression changed from ferocious to flustered.


    "There''s nothing impossible, all impossible, but you''re ignorant. If you want to kill me, see if your life is hard enough." Yang Fan said, as soon as his body was upright, the whole person instantly moved forward for several feet, then grasped Yi Zhaoguang''s long sword with both hands, and then pushed it out and fell on Yi Zhaoguang''s chest.


    Bang.


    Yi Zhaoguang''s body was directly knocked down from the high platform by Yang Fan.


    Suddenly, the earth was smashed into a human shaped pit. You know, although this high platform is only a hundred story long ladder, it is nearly 100 meters high. If you fall from such a high height, you will have to peel off the skin even if you don''t die.


    Sure enough, Yi Zhaoguang was directly slapped by Yang Fan, lost his combat power and was covered with blood. But I can still get up.


    But Yang Fan didn''t intend to let him go at all. His figure moved, the fire wings floated, and fell slowly from the high platform.


    At this moment, Yang Fan is like a god of fire possessed by the body to wash away evil spirits.


    "Kneel down!"


    Yang Fan made a heavy sound and fell directly in front of Yi Zhaoguang.