Yang Fan had thought of this scene for a long time.
The strength of the ancient Zhongtian is the same as that of the original. There is no growth at all. It is still a congenital five fold. For Yang Fan, this strength is no different from that of mole ants. So Yang Fan made a decisive move and didn''t even leave a chance to open his mouth.
On the other hand, Yang Fan naturally guessed. With the strength of ancient Zhongtian, since he dares to go to Tianyang City, he must take countless disciples, otherwise, he has no such confidence.
And now these people are the people who follow him.
"Elder!"
"Who has the courage to fight against the elder of Qingyang sect?"
"This is the biggest provocation to our Qingyang sect."
Countless angry voices fell into the air.
Yang Fan got up and looked up slightly.
The heart catches everyone in the eye.
"A bunch of congenital? It seems that Qingyang sect has really paid off this time. However, if so many people die here, even Qingyang sect can''t bear it."
Yang Fan thought in his heart that his killing intention increased sharply.
"Be careful, senior brothers. Although this man has no accomplishments, he has strong physical strength. The ancient elder was killed by this man because of his carelessness." Murong warned slightly.
"Sister Murong?"
In an instant, the eyes of many Qingyang sect disciples were attracted, and their eyes were shining. Obviously, they are also salivating for the Murong sisters. Now they are even more excited to see the Murong sisters involved in this. They beat chicken blood.
"Don''t worry, younger martial sister Murong. In this world, cultivation is the king. Moreover, we are not comparable to the ancient elders."
"Yes, younger martial sister Murong, just watch it. A waste with only flesh can be killed between the fingers."
"Younger martial brothers, wait for me. I''ll kill this madman for my brother, and then help sister Murong''s family take charge of the Xuanling city."
Suddenly, several voices fell, crazy.
"Fan''er. If you can''t, just retreat. Their cultivation is not weak, and they are all disciples of Qingyang sect. It seems that their status is not low."
Yang Ye said.
"It doesn''t matter. It''s just a clown." Yang Fan sneered.
The other party''s cultivation is not weak, but congenital... After he entered the CHIDI mountains, congenital has been invincible.
Yang Ye didn''t say any more.
"Presumptuous! What a rampant boy! Only those who don''t belong to the elite can practice the flesh. How can you know the profound martial arts? Die!"
In the void, a figure floats in it, holding a long sword. After a word, the long sword picks and stabs.
Boom.
His yuan force burst directly and formed hundreds of sword flowers in the air.
"Tiannv scattered flowers!"
Sword flowers fell in the air like a storm and stabbed Yang Fan directly.
When this move was made, all the people of Qingyang sect looked envious.
"Elder martial brother Liao even made this move as soon as he came up. This is Xuanpin''s advanced martial skill. It''s too overqualified to be used."
"You don''t know. Elder martial brother Liao has long been attracted to younger martial sister Murong. It''s natural to show off such a good opportunity."
"Elder martial brother Liao is very lucky. I''m afraid we''ll get the beauty back this time. However, we don''t have no chance. You see, Yang Zheng is dead. We''ll take advantage of the situation later and maybe we can get the heart."
Countless Qingyang sect disciples whispered.
In their eyes, Yang Fan will die as soon as this sword comes out.
But what is different from them is that no matter the Murong sisters or the people in the city, they all stared at the sword.
I don''t dare to be in a trance at all.
They no longer believe that this so-called one shot will kill.
Several times, from Yang Zheng to the death of Gu Zhongtian, they had too much hope, but without accident, they were directly broken.
This time, they did not dare to make a decision too early for fear of being disappointed again.
Look at Yang Fan again, but he is still unmoved.
Even the chalk on the city gate was lazy. I didn''t even look at it, as if I had no interest at all.
Brush!
The sword light swept down, and the sword awns fell directly on Yang Fan.
Liao Mou also put away his long sword, turned around with a smile on his face, looked at Murong slightly, and looked proud and proud.
All around, there was silence at this moment.
At that time, Liao mouzhi was shocked by his own means and laughed happily on his face.
"Hahaha, younger martial sister, don''t be so shocked. It''s just a waste. I''ve already said, shoot with your fingers." Liao Mou laughed.
But Murong''s slight eyes showed pity at this moment.
Liao Mou''s heart sank, and a bad premonition appeared in his heart.
"Elder martial brother Liao, be careful!"
"Senior brother Liao, get away."
At the same time, the voice of Qingyang sect disciple came.
Liao Mou felt more and more uneasy. He turned fiercely and saw that Yang Fan''s figure had appeared in front of him.
"Fancy, so that''s the level? The inner disciple of Qingyang sect, but so." Yang Fan said, with a sneer flashing from the corners of his mouth.
Immediately a punch fell.
Boom!
Instant blow!
At this moment, everyone''s expression was startled and reversed.
In particular, the people of Qingyang sect took a cold breath one by one. They knew Liao Mou''s means, otherwise they would not be willing to call him senior brother.
But it was like this, but Yang Fan punched him in the head.
The people in the city showed a touch of happiness, and only one message was expressed on their faces, that is, it was so!
It seems that they expected this scene from the beginning.
"Next, it''s your turn."
Yang Fan raised his face slightly and looked at the people above the void. He was as lonely and cold as the God of death, and could not be disobedient.
The faces of many Qingyang sect disciples changed greatly, and their feet were in disorder one by one.
"Damn it, this is a freak. The means of elder martial brother Liao, who was born seven times, didn''t work for him at all."
"No, he''s pointing the spear at us now. He''s going to kill us!"
"Escape!"
For a time, all the sounds finally converge into one word.
But unfortunately, it''s easy for them to come, but it''s difficult for them to leave.
If you let them go, who will pay the blood debt of Xuanling city today?
As soon as he thought about it, Yang Fan bent his legs, jumped out of thin air with his strong physical strength, and rushed directly into the disciples of Qingyang sect.
Boom!
One punch knocked one disciple down from the void, while Yang Fan stepped on it and rushed directly to the other.
Boom!
Another fist shadow fell, and a disciple of Qingyang sect was instantly killed and reduced to a stepping stone for Yang Fan.
Bang Bang
Poof poof
"Ah! No, don''t kill me."
"Spare your life, all this has nothing to do with us."
"No!"
The howl of the sky was deafening, full of desolation and despair.
But all this will not make Yang Fan have the slightest compassion. At this moment, Yang Fan turned into a murderer. His closed eyes are like the eyes of death. Even if there is no light, it makes people feel like facing hell.
Hoo!
Gradually, all the sounds disappeared.
Yang Fan''s figure fell from the void. In his hand, he also took a disciple of Qingyang sect.
Everyone looked at Yang Fan with awe.
At this moment, he is God!
A God who controls life and death.
At the moment, the disciple of Qingyang sect knelt directly in front of Yang Fan, trembling, his face was as white as blood, and he was out of his mind.
"You have a chance to live. Tell me, how is Tianyang city now?"