"Are you worthy? Come on, let me give you a hand. I won't torture you until you cry. My surname is not Ji." Han Feng once again spoke provocatively, making the other party angry.

He has no intention of keeping a low profile. Now that he is about to overcome the catastrophe, he will make a high profile first and harvest some luck.

Ye Fan frowned slightly. He couldn't figure out what Han Feng was trying to do. How could a man who used to be as stable as an old dog (a coward) be so arrogant now and deliberately provoke the Holy Son of Dayan?!

He couldn't guess what evil Han Feng was holding back at the moment.

"Chu Xian'er, wait a minute. I dealt with this madman and am here to reminisce about old times." Dayan Saint Xiang Yifei turned to Chu Xian'er and said.

Then he turned back to look at Han Feng and said with cold eyes: "Looking at you deliberately provoking me, you must want to have a fight. Let's go, life or death on the fighting stage!"

"Okay, if you dare to compete with my brother for a woman, let me teach you a lesson today and let you know that the Holy Son is nothing but a loser!" Han Feng performed his arrogance and domineering to the fullest at this moment.

Seeing that everyone around him wanted to jump up and fuck him, this was really too arrogant.

Ye Fan and Li Heishui retreated silently into the crowd. This was really too hateful. If they had known that Han Feng was going to make such a fuss, they would not have come for free.

Xiang Yifei looked at Han Feng and said coldly: "I hope your strength can be as tough as your mouth."

The source magic genius Ji Dade challenged Dayan Saint Xiang Yifei. The news quickly spread throughout the Holy City.

First, Ji Dade, who had disappeared for more than two months, appeared in the Holy City, attracting the attention of many people.

The second is that someone openly wants to challenge the Holy Son, which is a rare event.

The area around the Holy City Fighting Platform is now crowded with people, all wanting to watch the Holy Son-level battle.

"On this fighting stage, unless you admit defeat, you will not care about your life or death. Do you understand?" The old man looking at the fighting stage looked at Han Feng and said calmly.

"I know, if you can't beat him, it's normal to be afraid of death and give up, right? This holy son is holding his hair in his mouth!" Han Feng said with a bit of a mean smile.

"you!"

The Holy Son of Dayan is burning with anger. As the Holy Son of Dayan Holy Land, he has always been aloof and respected by countless people.

Now I am being provoked by Han Feng one after another, and even my good temper can't stand it.

"If I can't kill you, I will no longer be the Holy Son of Dayan!" Xiang Yifei vowed with a murderous look in his eyes.

The two people stepped onto the fighting platform. The fighting platform opened and the formations flashed, protecting the fighting platform.

"What are you talking about, Brother Han? You have already agreed to Shuiyue Xiaozhu Xiaosa, but why do you have to provoke the Holy Son of Dayan?!" Li Heishui whispered beside Ye Fan.

"I don't know what he is going to do. He should have broken through the Four Extremes Secret Realm!" Ye Fan shook his head and said.

There was a trace of fire in his heart. If Han Feng really stepped into the secret realm of the Four Pole, it would prove that the path to the Holy Body was not broken and the curse could be broken.

"That Xiang Yifei is the Holy Son of Dayan, and he is also the genius of the Four Extremes Secret Realm. Can Brother Han win?!" Li Heishui was very doubtful. If it was said to be an origin technique, he would not question Han Feng.

Ye Fan didn't say anything. Li Heishui probably didn't know that Han Feng was a holy body. When he was in the fifth heaven of the Dao Palace, he suddenly collapsed and beat up the Golden-winged Xiaopeng King.

Now Han Feng is suspected of breaking the curse and breaking through to the secret realm of the Four Extremes. He is not sure how powerful he is.

On the fighting stage, Xiang Yifei couldn't help but take the lead, raising his hand and slashing out with his sword.

"Zheng!

The bright sword light seemed to cut through the sky and fall from the sky. It was so sharp and so bright that it was so bright that people could not open their eyes.

Xiang Yifei, the son of the Holy Sword of Dayan, majors in swordsmanship. The moment he strikes out, he uses the great killing technique of the Holy Sword of Dayan, which is extremely terrifying.

Han Feng dodged his feet, trampling on the incomplete handwriting secret, and dodged this fierce sword.

The sword struck the protective formation of the fighting platform, and a sword mark was cut out of the extremely hard stone platform.

The swordsmanship of Dayan Holy Land is not ordinary, it is very powerful.

"The swordsmanship of Holy Son Dayan is indeed powerful." Jin Chixiao, the descendant of the Beiyuan Golden Family, said as he looked at the sword.

"If he is not strong, then he will not be able to take the position of Holy Son!" Prince Daxia said calmly.

At this moment, many figures at the level of saints and saints also appeared around the fighting platform to watch the battle.

The Holy Son of Fluctuating Light came into the world like the Son of the Sun, and even his hair was dyed with golden brilliance.

Its temperament and charm are particularly outstanding. It is surrounded by one hundred and eight divine rings. It is almost the same as a god. It really looks like a god walking in the human world!

He stood there with a calm and peaceful expression, watching the battle on the fighting platform.

Beside him, Yao Xi, the Holy Lady of Shaking Light, stood quietly, with a fairy-like appearance and an appearance that would overwhelm the country.

There was a god-like flame beating between her eyebrows, which shocked many people.

Saintess Daoyi was also standing in a corner, her whole body was surrounded by luck, and she was very mysterious.

A girl in purple clothes is ethereal and hazy, as if she is about to fly away as a fairy. She stands quietly on one side. She is like a Lingbo fairy, and every move she makes has a Taoist charm.

"I didn't expect that even Fairy Zixia, the innate Taoist fetus, is here. She took one look at us and wondered if she wanted to settle a score with you?" Li Heishui said to Ye Fan.

"Don't be afraid. I was able to beat her and run away at first, and I'm not afraid of her now." Ye Fan was not afraid.

"But you guys are just fighting each other in a group." Li Heishui muttered in a low voice.

"When I break through the four-pole secret realm, it will be easy to suppress her." Ye Fan is not afraid of the innate Taoist Zixia Fairy.

At this moment, there are many Saint Son-level figures around the fighting platform.

The god king revived, and the holy body wanted to break through the barrier, attracting them to the holy city.

On the fighting stage, Xiang Yifei slashed out several swords one after another, but failed to touch Han Feng's clothes, and he couldn't help but feel angry in his heart.

"Are you just hiding and don't dare to fight me head-on? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at for such a cowardly behavior!?" Xiang Yifei shouted angrily.

"Sorry, I got addicted to walking the dog and forgot that it was a battle." Han Feng said with a smile.

"Haha, Brother Ye, this friend is really interesting." An Miaoyi, who was standing not far from Ye Fan, covered her mouth and chuckled.

Her eyes are full of excitement, she is charming and graceful, and she can be said to charm a country with her smile.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Hmph! Witch, hum! A jealous pervert who visits brothels to compete for favors." On the other side, Ji Ziyue, who was standing next to Ji Haoyue, was speechless.

Showing two small tiger teeth, he snorted coldly.

Li Heishui shrank his neck and felt a chill in Wu Xing.

Ye Fan was very embarrassed at the moment and didn't know how to explain it. He didn't expect this kind of Shura field to come so quickly.

At the same time, he also secretly scolded Han Feng for not being a human being for actually harming him like this.

Saint Son Dayan was so angry that he could see flames burning in his eyes. At this moment, he wished he could smash Han Feng into pieces with two swords.

"You have sharp teeth and a sharp mouth. Don't you even have the courage to confront me head-on?!"

Han Feng trampled on the incomplete handwriting secret at such a speed that he couldn't even touch the corner of his clothes. Han Feng easily dodged several sword strikes in succession, which made Xiang Yifei extremely angry.

"Hey, I thought you were very powerful, but I didn't expect that you can't even touch the corner of my clothes. This is just the title of the Holy Son!" Han Fengyun said lightly, with a hint of disdain in his tone.

These words made the saints and saints in the audience frown slightly.

"This person is too arrogant!" The Holy Son of Zifu said displeasedly.

"Oh, he just relies on his footwork. Without that mysterious footwork, he is nothing!" Wanchu Holy Son said disdainfully.

"Isn't this footwork the footwork of that mysterious old madman? How could this person know it?!" Many people wondered.

Ji Ziyue looked at Ye Fan, snorted and turned her head away. She was even more unhappy with Ye Fan.

She asked Ye Fan to teach her this step several times, but Ye Fan just laughed and ignored her.

"kill!"

Xiang Yifei shouted angrily and swung his sword again to strike at extremely fast speed.

"Since you want to have a head-on confrontation, then I will help you. I will tell you today that the person I am hitting is the Holy Son."

These words were extremely arrogant and did not put the Holy Son in their eyes at all. This made those Holy Sons feel unhappy for a while.

Han Feng raised his fist and stepped on the incomplete script, and instantly appeared in front of Xiang Yifei, breaking the speed limit.

At this moment, Xiang Yifei had no time to put away his sword to defend, so he could only grit his teeth and continue to swing his sword forward, slashing at Han Feng.

Han Feng did not dodge, but punched him directly.

"boom!

There was a loud noise and the entire fighting platform was shaking.

The bright sword light was directly annihilated by the golden fist,

Even the long sword in Xiang Yifei's hand was broken into countless pieces.

Xiang Yifei felt an unparalleled majestic force hit him, and his whole body flew backwards, hitting the array mask hard.

There were even the slightest cracks in the array of aura that protected the fighting platform.

"What, that was a long sword made by a powerful man, and it was shattered by a punch?!" A powerful man watching the battle exclaimed.
Chapter completed!