Chapter 33 "It's you?!"

"Boom!!!"

Although the lightning did not hit the hot sun, it opened a big hole in the ground of the square, and the curling black smoke came out, which made people palpitations.

Yanyang was shocked and quickly opened his voice and shouted, "Brothers, let's go together. No matter how powerful he is, he will kill him!"

Hundreds of his men listened to the boss's words and roared together. Those with knives, swords with swords, and a variety of weapons, but the most threatening ones were archers. More than a dozen warriors with bows and arrows began to sniper Wang Fan under the organization of Yanyang.

However, these people do not have strong people above the first level, and the arrows sent out are not indoctrinated with fighting spirit. When they came to Wang Fan, they were easily pushed away by Wang Fan.

However, with the disturbance of these people, Wang Fan did not have time to attack Yanyang for a while, and Yanyang was about to escape from the square. Wang Fan's left hand suddenly lit up, and a blazing white ball of light appeared in the palm of his hand. He suddenly threw it into the sky. The white ball of light exploded, and the dazzling light suddenly turned the whole square into day. Everyone was blinded by this sudden brilliance.

Wang Fan had been prepared for a long time. With a long roar, he jumped down from the roof, pulled out the blue and silver sword from his waist, instilled silver fighting spirit into the body of the sword, quickly skipped the square, and killed Yanyang, who was about to escape.

"Bum!" Bang!" Bang!"

All the people in the way were hit by Wang Fan. Wang Fan's speed did not decrease, and he quickly approached Yanyang in the strong light. When the light dissipated and Yanyang regained his eyesight, Wang Fan was less than ten meters away from him.

"Drink!"

Wang Fan shouted loudly, and the silver fighting spirit under his feet stepped on the ground heavily. His body flew up like a bird flying in the sky. He turned around in the air. The long sword was aimed at Yanyang, and the silver fighting spirit was heavily chopped down!

As soon as Yan Yang regained his eyesight, he saw a silver fighting gas cut to the top of his head. He was caught off guard and hurriedly fought with a sword.

"Wo!"

The sound of metal collision sounded, and Yanyang was cut back three steps by this sword and rolled on the ground. He fled far away without looking back.

"How can this be? He is obviously a magician, how can he fight? Absolutely impossible. I must have read it wrong!" Yanyang is about to despair now. A magician has lost his mind. Now this magician can still fight. He is about to collapse.

Yan Yang rushed into the hall and went around playing hide-and-seek with Wang Fan. He was familiar with this place. He was flexible and changeable, so that Wang Fan couldn't catch up with him.

Although there is a space detection magic to determine the whereabouts of the other party, after a long time, Wang Fan suddenly became angry and couldn't stand it.

Suddenly, Wang Fan flew from the house to the room and released the "lightning technique" in the direction of Yanyang.

"Boom!"

The blazing white lightning with thick arms hit a house, directly splitting a big hole in the roof and into the house. The house trembled violently twice, and large pieces of tiles and ruels fell from it. Hit it into the house.

"Bum!" Bang!"

Two light blue fighting lights flashed out of the broken room, and Yanyang flew out of it awkwardly. His clothes were wrinkled and dirty, which showed that the earthquake just now still had a great impact on him.

As soon as Yanyang came out, he roared angrily, "Kid, don't bully people too much!"

"Oh, since we don't hide, let's fight to the death!" Wang Fan said coldly. He took the lead in making trouble, waved the blue and silver sword, and the fighting spirit flashed, and the curved blade of Kitado's was emitted from the sword body.

The half-moon-shaped curved blade roared from the body of the sword, with a sharp sound of breaking the air. He came to Yanyang quickly.

Yanyang roared and held the long sword in both hands. The blue fighting spirit instilled the sword body, and the whole sword burst into a strong light. He suddenly waved the sword forward, and a blue sword light emitted from the body of the sword and collided with Wang Fan's silver arc.

"Boom!"

Under the fierce collision, the blue and silver fighting spirit exploded, but he saw that Wang Fan's silver arc was split by the blue sword light of Yanyang. The small blue sword light hit Wang Fan. Wang Fan was shocked and quickly dodged.

Yanyang looked at it and laughed and said, "Haha, boy, what kind of master are you? It turns out that you are just a first-order junior. Humph, the difference between the first-order primary and advanced is not one or two times, but three times. Your fighting spirit is scattered but not condensed. It is not lethal to me at all. So you are still a baby! In that case, let me teach you how to use fighting spirit!"

Yanyang laughed and waved his sword and drew a circle in the air. The blue fighting spirit formed a circular spiral and spread around. The strong blue light was infused into the sword from his hand and suddenly shouted, "Frost fighting gas cut!"

A blue frost sword roared, and Wang Fan also shouted, "Batter the fighting spirit!"

The power of bursting fighting gas is fierce. It is the fighting gas method that compresses the fighting gas to the extreme explosion, which can add three points of power. The two fighting spirits met again, but Wang Fan was still repulsed. Wang Fan retreated more than a dozen steps on the roof. After stopping, he couldn't help but be depressed. Instead, he shouted, "Refresh!"

At this time, there was an evil fire burning in Wang Fan's heart. He just wanted to have a good fight. A tyrannical emotion in his chest rushed into his mind, making him even more crazy.

Two people are on the roof, coming and going, silver lightning and blue frost, colliding into a mass of fireworks in the air. The silver fighting spirit has a lightning bolt, and the blue fighting spirit has a cold breath. Over time, Wang Fan felt that the cold around him was getting heavier and heavier, and his body became more and more stiff. Suddenly, he remembered the attributes of Yanyang shown by space exploration.

He said secretly, "I've been fooled!"

At this moment, Yan Yang smiled and said proudly, "Haha! Boy, you've been fooled. My biggest trick of frost fighting spirit is that it takes a long time to prepare, but you give me time. Since you give face like this, I'll let you see the greatest power of my frost fighting spirit before you die.

As he spoke, his expression became solemn, the long sword turned round, and countless blue fighting light spots came from the body of the sword. Unexpectedly, countless blue light spots began to flash in the air, reflecting one by one and fused into blue light bands.

All of a day, Yanyang shouted: "Frozen fighting spirit - frozen the world!"

Yanyang waved his sword, and countless blue light bands were condensing. Taking him as the center, he formed a blue frost storm. In the air, ice appeared again. In the moonlight, the cold light flashed. The blue frost storm formed a tornado with a cold breath.

Just when Yanyang was still released, Wang Fan used an instant magic that he had been waiting for for a long time - space ripples.

Yanyang is using the frost world at a critical juncture. He hasn't used this unique move for a long time. It's all because this big move takes too long. When you use it, they will have cut you to death. Today, he met Wang Fan, a 'stupid man', and waited foolishly for him to complete the prelude part of the frost world. He was so happy.

Just as he was about to wave his sword and was about to move, a powerful energy fluctuation penetrated the frost and came directly to him.

This energy is very strange. As soon as he entered his fighting gas protection circle, it immediately disintegrated his frosty world, making the energy extremely disordered. The yang was caught off guard, and the frost storm could not control it and was immediately eaten back.

Yan Yang shouted in his heart, "It's not good!" Then he said, "Puff!" With a sound, he spit out a mouthful of blood.

The blue bucket light belt and storm around him soon disappeared, and the original source disappeared. Only Yan Yang looked around confusedly.

Then, Yan Yang heard a cold voice: "Lord Yan, didn't you say you wanted to show me your unique trick? Why don't you move? I'm still waiting to see it!"

Yan Yang came to his senses, looked at the thin and low figure not far away, and said angrily, "Is that you?"

"Yes, do you still think it's the God of Light? Ha ha, you must have been seriously injured now. How about it? With such a powerful trick, it must be very powerful to eat back!" Wang Fan said coldly, and his feet approached Yanyang step by step.

The corners of Yanyang's mouth overflowed with blood, and his eyes stared at Wang Fan.

"Who are you and why did you come to kill me? I, Yanyang, think I haven't provoked anyone recently! Even if you want to die, you have to let me die!" Yan Yang was seriously injured and calmed down instead.

Wang Fan said hatefully, "Originally, as the ruler of a town in this world, there is nothing wrong with you, but your fault is to coerce Bai Lian'er. And it's also done by that kind of means."

After hearing this, Yan Yang's expression was a little strange: "Are you going to kill me because of this?"

"What, do you need any other reasons?"

"You, it turns out that you like Bailianer, but I said this brother, there are so many beautiful women in the world. With our noble identity, it's not easy to want a woman. As long as you wave your hand, a woman like Bai Lian'er doesn't cry and throw her arms into her arms. Even if you really like her, she will belong to you in the future. Isn't that okay? Why work hard for a woman!" Yanyang persuaded him bitterly.

"I don't care how many women there are in the future, but now, you have to die, otherwise it's hard to calm my heart!"

"Okay, okay, okay, it's really the demeanor of a strong man. Today, I, Yanyang, admit defeat, but brother, if you kill me, my eldest brother will not let you go. My eldest brother is the second leader of Yuncheng, a third-level strongman. Why don't we give up today and make friends? Yan Yang found another excuse in a blink of an eye.

Wang Fan's heart moved and pretended to be a little worried and asked, "Do you think your eldest brother is the second commander of Yuncheng?"

In the dark, Wang Fan began to use lightning again. Lightning is different from space magic, which can be instantaneous. These self-taught spells require spells and induced magic.

Yanyang saw that Wang Fan's words were loose and said happily, "Yes, yes, my eldest brother is the second commander of Yuncheng, 'Mr. Frost' Haitian. Do you also know my brother?"

Yan Yang was thinking that he had a turnaround. Suddenly, he felt that there was energy condensing on the top of his head. He looked up and his face suddenly changed. He flashed to the side and scolded, "You treacherous villain, you actually made such a sneak attack. You..."

Before he finished the second half of his sentence, he interrupted in a scream.

Although he saw the lightning early this time, he did not completely dodge because of his serious injury. He was hit by lightning, and his left arm and left leg were instantly blown into a medium-cooked steak by lightning.

Yanyang fell on the roof with a bang and spit blood out of his mouth again.

Wang Fan walked to him leisurely and said lightly, "Now, do you have any last words to say? I'll give you thirty seconds!"

Yan Yang stared at Wang Fan with hatred and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled!"

Wang Fan pulled down his turban, revealing his now immature face, and said coldly, "You are not reconciled, and I am not reconciled! However, you will never have a chance to be unwilling again!"

When Wang Fan showed his face, Yan Yangzhen was dull. How could it be you? How is this possible? How is this possible? Absolutely impossible!"

He didn't expect that the strong man who chased him was the teenager he had never seen in his eyes. That inconspicuous teenager. He never expected that it was this inconspicuous teenager who ended his life with his own hands.

Wang Fan pulled out his blue and silver sword and looked at Yanyang indifferently. He said indifferently, "Lord Yan, say hello to your ancestors for me! Goodbye, I won't send it!"

"Puff!"

A big good head rose to the sky, and blood splashed, waving into a picture of blood in the bright moonlight.