The expression on Yan Qing's face quickly changed from surprise to ruthlessness.

His fair face showed a look of anger bit by bit. His sword eyebrows were raised, and a trace of murderous aura flashed in his gently narrowed eyes.

"So you are the strong man of the Yiyuan Court. Unfortunately, in front of me, you are still pitiful. Kneel down for me!"

Yan Qing's entire body was suddenly released, and the terrifying energy condensed a shiny martial arts formation behind Yan Qing.

The four magical beasts of the Qinglong, White Tiger, Vermillion Bird, and Black Tortoise gathered, and the dark energy surged out like a sea. Yan Qing raised his hand and pressed hard at Lu Fan's void.

"The power of the four symbols!"

In an instant, Lu Fan felt that the force that fell like the sky was falling on his body. The terrible power made his feet instantly sink into the ink stone. Several cracked patterns extended out. The power of heaven and earth around him was as heavy as iron stone.

Lu Fan's muscles were compressed, and the released energy was pressed tightly against the skin.

The joints of both legs were under great force, and a clear sound of bones sounded like a bean.

But Lu Fan still stood straight in place.

"Let me kneel down, you are not qualified!"

Holding a heavy sword in hand, Lu Fan slashed at Yan Qing with a sword.

"The power of the soul!"

The sword fell into the void, and Yan Qing's body shook slightly.

The terrifying power of the soul hit Yan Qing's brain.

At this moment, a green light rose from Yan Qing's neck, protecting his head and resisting all the power of his soul.

With a heavy snorting, Yan Qing's figure was like a illusion, and he instantly arrived in front of Lu Fan.

With one punch, Yan Qing hit Lu Fan in the chest.

The terrifying fist force was like a monster that swallowed light, instantly breaking Lu Fan's energy.

"The fist shook the world!"

A strange depression appeared on Lu Fan's chest, his internal organs churned, and pain instantly spread throughout his body.

After grinding his teeth, Lu Fan still swung his sword.

The heavy sword slashed Yan Qing's body, leaving only a piece of Mars.

The two of them had very different cultivation levels, which made Lu Fan's sharp attacks have no effect at all.

Turning around, Yan Qing swept his legs and kicked Lu Fan in the waist and abdomen.

The terrifying power made Lu Fan fly dozens of feet and directly hit the stone pillar next to him, making a muffled sound.

Yan Qing looked at the place where he was hit, patted the dust on his clothes lightly, and said lightly: "Weak."

There was no place in Lu Fan's body that was not painful, and his throat was slightly sweet, which was the feeling of blood rushing up.

If he vomited this mouthful of blood, he might not be able to force his energy to fight.

Lu Fan's eyes were bloodshot, so he probably swallowed the blood back and used his energy again.

At this moment, the power of heaven and earth around him began to condense slightly.

Yan Qing looked at Lu Fan and walked step by step, his steps were extremely clear, as if he was stepping on Lu Fan's ears.

"Are you convinced? If you accept it, kneel down and apologize to me!"

Yan Qing’s calm Tao.

Lu Fan stood up with a heavy sword on his back and said, "If you have the ability, you will kill me. Your grandson, I will obey you and wait for the next life."

Lu Fan grinned and a drop of blood slid from the corner of his mouth.

Perhaps because he had been with Senior Brother Han Feng for a long time, Lu Fan also learned how to anger his opponent with frivolous language.

This is a fighting method and strategy. When facing someone who is far stronger than you, you can only have the possibility of victory when the other party’s anger burns into your mind.

Yan Qing was indeed angry, his steps accelerated, and his body's strength became even more intense.

"Boy, you shouldn't have angered me. Your mouth is too smelly and it will kill you!"

Yan Qing came to Lu Fan, and Lu Fan secretly counted the distance, twenty steps, ten steps, and five steps.

Yan Qing punched another punch from the air, and Lu Fan also took action in an instant.

The heavy sword was crossed, and Yan Qing's fist hit the Wufeng heavy sword with a clang.

Lu Fan's Wufeng heavy sword flew out directly, and Yan Qing was slightly stunned. At this time, Lu Fan, who was hiding behind the heavy sword, took action.

The Fist of the Wuying Mountain!

Wuxiang Boxing, Burning Boxing and Bengshan Boxing, the three types of boxing powers are integrated, Lu Fan's whole body is red and his fist is like a rainbow.

The terrifying fist force rushed straight to Yan Qing's head. While Yan Qing was still stunned, Lu Fan's fist hit Yan Qing's face, and a ray of light splashed out.

Yan Qing's garment was smashed into a depression, and his cheeks were slightly twisted.

Yan Qing's eyes suddenly appeared in murderous intent. He had never expected Lu Fan to make such a sharp attack under such circumstances. If Lu Fan's cultivation was stronger, wouldn't this punch hurt him?

Yan Qing felt that his chariot almost couldn't defend himself. Lu Fan's punch was definitely far superior to that of a warrior at the two or three levels of the outer chariot realm.

Yan Qing was a little angry and embarrassed. If he was injured by a boy with only the inner gang realm, he would not have the face if he told him about it!

He raised his leg and kicked Lu Fan directly in the heart.

As soon as he stepped down, the entire hall made a muffled sound, and Lu Fan's body suddenly appeared, covering his whole body.

Yan Qing kicked Lu Fan into the stone pillar, and his whole body was embedded in the stone pillar.

Lu Fan almost fell into a coma in pain. Even though he had scales and armor covering his body, Yan Qing still kicked at least three of his ribs.

After forcibly escaping from the stone pillar, Lu Fan hit Yan Qing's body with a clinging to him.

Yan Qing shook for a while, while Lu Fan rolled to the other side dozens of times in a row with the power of recoil.

Lying on the ground, gasping heavily, he raised his hand and picked up the heavy sword that fell on the side.

"I actually have this kind of martial arts defense. Boy, you are interested in me. If you are from Yin and Yang Academy, I can still save you a life. Unfortunately, you are from other Academy. I have always been killing the enemy."

He didn't kill Lu Fan with two attempts. Yan Qing was also angry at this moment, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was filled with a hint of cruelty.

After moving a few steps to the left, Yan Qing had already made up his mind to keep Lu Fan here.

His position blocked all the possibility of Lu Fan's escape, and then slowly walked towards Lu Fan.

This is a kind of oppression of momentum. Yan Qing, who intends to take full advantage of his efforts, has begun to show the martial arts that only Yuan Gang masters can fully master.

At best, warriors in the inner Gang realm and outer Gang realm can suppress people with their momentum. However, when they reach the Yuan Gang realm, the Gang power is solid and the earth is driven, and the momentum is transformed into countless means.

For example, if Yan Qing's footsteps are now, if a warrior who is not firm in mind fights against him, his footsteps will disrupt the rhythm and even slow down the opponent's energy.

Word by word, Yan Qing looked down at the gods, and came to Lu Fan, and said, "Ask again, are you still not convinced!"

Lu Fan stood up again, took a deep breath, and chuckled: "I'm convinced you!"

With a sword, Lu Fan released all the sword moves he had learned in an instant.

At this moment, Lu Fan also burst out his potential. The sword light bloomed like a flower. In the blink of an eye, Lu Fan slashed out dozens or hundreds of swords.

Each sword carried the compressed explosion power, and the sound of gas explosion continued to come.

Yan Qing's body was shaking, and Yan Qing shouted loudly, and his hands became dragon claws, and he instantly grabbed Lu Fan's heavy sword.

When he started the sword, Yan Qing felt something was wrong. The energy on his body was constantly broken by the Wufeng heavy sword. His claw wanted to directly break Lu Fan's weapon, but he did not expect that if Lu Fan's heavy sword went down, there was nothing wrong with Lu Fan's heavy sword, and there was a blood mark on his hand.

A light flashed in his eyes, and the energy on Yan Qing's body turned into a giant python and directly entangled Lu Fan.

"Boy, I want to see how much you have to fight!"

With a punch, Lu Fan squirted out a mouthful of blood, and the scales were sunk.

Yan Qing's left hand turned into a phantom and punched continuously.

Each punch can deform Lu Fan's scales. The originally majestic and domineering scales were smashed into a dull and damaged situation.

Lu Fan forced himself to let him faint. His left hand moved slightly, and the power of heaven and earth around him had surrounded Yan Qing without Yan Qing noticing.

Yan Qing suddenly punched Lu Fan on his right wrist.

The fist force smashed Lu Fan's scales, and Lu Fan's wrist bone was directly broken. When his palm was loosened, the heavy sword fell into Yan Qing's hand.

"This sword is good. I've taken your sword."

Yan Qing looked at Lu Fan coldly, held the heavy sword in his hand, and then stuffed it into his ring.

Lu Fan's mouth dripped with blood, and he smiled and said, "It's a pity that you can't take it away."

After saying that, Lu Fan pressed the last magic with his left hand.

Yan Qing suddenly found a force that made him palpitations from his feet, and looked down.

In an instant, Yan Qing saw a huge Five Elements Formation formed under his feet, and a beam of light rushed up instantly.

"What?"

Yan Qing exclaimed in surprise.
To be continued...