Chapter 132 Fighting

On the ring, Wu Zhengfeng and Zheng Ran were staring at Yang Fan, with an involuntarily smile on their faces, as if they were winning, and they were not worried about the outcome.

The two looked at each other, saw the contempt in each other's eyes, and smiled at each other.

Yang Fan looked at home, and the light wind brought up the Taoist robe on his body, and there was a tendency to go out of the dust.

Blind San's heart was vaguely troubled and asked in a low voice, "Second owner, do you think there is any hope for the big owner to survive?" The other party is two mid-base monks, so he naturally doesn't think Yang Fan can win.

He is not the only one who has this idea, and almost everyone outside the court thinks so, but it is also an exception. Ye Feng and Fu Weiming are people with different opinions.

The temperament is an illusory thing, which is invisible and intangible.

Fu Weiming said that he has read countless people. He has been in charge of hundreds of people under his subordinates in the deacon hall all year. He has seen countless people every day. From the owner of the cave of the island to the mortals, as long as he passes through his eyes, he can see the depth of the other party.

At the beginning, he saw Yang Fan's light and clear look, and his hands and feet were full of self-confidence. This feeling of confidence was neither arrogant nor unusual, which seemed to make people feel strange. However, Fu Weiming can clearly smell the murderous smell in his bones, which is very thick and bloody.

It can be seen that the man named Yang Fan in front of him is not as harmless as on the surface, but very dangerous and dangerous.

The night wind watching on the other side heard the blind three's question, and just said casually, "Don't worry, Brother Fan is safe."

His confidence stems from Yang Fan's cross-border challenges again and again and save his life again and again. The forbidden land, Hehuan Valley, and the demon division are all very good to show his strength. However, Ye Feng was still a little worried, just because he had a corpse demon on his side, but now he is alone. One-on-one, that's fine, but if it's one-to-two, I can only hope that he won't lose.

Seeing that both sides were ready, Fu Weiming muttered, "Life and death fight, no regrets afterwards, victory or defeat, each fate. Let's begin!"

As soon as the voice fell, his hands took action separately. Wu Zhengfeng offered a broken knife the size of a thumb. From the cross section, it could be seen that it was cut off by a sharp weapon. Although the knife is a broken knife, Wu Zhengfeng regards it as a treasure and cherishes it very much. It can be seen that this thing is by no means ordinary.

Zheng Ran uses a red, smooth and round bead, which can't help rotating. This seemingly inconspicuous round bead hides a terrible high temperature. The temperature around Zheng Ran can't help sending Zhenyuan to rise sharply, which is shocking.

Yang Fan also took a look at the round bead in surprise. He was thoughtful and no longer hesitated. He directly patted the storage bag and sacrificed the magic bowl.

He pinched the formula in his hand and read words in his mouth. Under the concentration of Zhenyuan, the magic bowl instantly rose and made a buzzing sound.

Wu Zhengfeng smiled and said, "Kid, I don't think your spiritual weapon is big. You have never seen my hand interrupt the power of the blade. Look at the trick!" The broken blade was thunderous, chirping, and Zhou said, "Pa! Pa!" The light explosion is the power of thunder.

The broken blade moved, as fast as a hurricane, and killed Yang Fan with lightning.

At the same time, Zheng Ran also smiled coldly, and the fire cloud beads in his hand also began to show his power. A tall fire dragon, more than ten feet long, raised its head and condescending, opened its blood basin and spewed a long flame at the other party, and rolled out to the other party.

Yang Fan's eyebrows condensed and shouted, "Get up!"

The magic bowl is worthy of being a strange treasure. It is still fearless in the broken blade and hot flames. It is as stable as Mount Tai and can't help rotating. There are bursts of golden light all over his body. Yang Fan's body is protected by water.

When Wu Zhengfeng saw that the other party took a defensive posture, he smiled evilly and joked, "You dare to speak wildly with this little ability!"

The broken blade suddenly changed, turned into a meteor-like speed, with the sound of breaking the air, and hitting the light of the Voldemort bowl fiercely.

"Dong..." The long grand sound resounded on the ring.

"Pa..." A series of lightning surrounded the whole magic bowl, and the rotation just now stopped dumbly. The pale yellow light is rapidly weakening, as if it is in danger.

The momentum of the fire dragonfly in the sky suddenly changed, and the abdomen closed. With a "boom", a huge flame erupted. The scorching heat made the bluestone slabs on the ground melt and are boiling.

Yang Fan showed a straight look, and the formula in his hand changed, and the magic bowl trembled with a "buzz" and burst of light, which shattered the lightning and flames wrapped around him one after another.

The dazzling light hit all around in an instant.

"Peng! Peng! Peng..." A series of noises exploded, which made people exclaim.

The golden light is not only as simple as defense, but also fierce attack.

Wu Zhengfeng and Zheng Ran were shocked and quickly dodged to avoid it. While they dodged, two sword-like golden rays hit the place where they stood, and two deep pits were exposed.

"How dare you!" The two shouted angrily.

The broken blade increased its power and sent out a thunderbolt from the place where the knife was broken, surrounded the magic bowl and the opponent's bag, tightly bound in it.

The fire cloud floated in the air, and the fire dragonfly turned into a huge fire net, covering the whole magic bowl in it and burning it together with Yang Fan.

One knife and one pearl exerted great power under the full efforts of Wu Zhengfeng and Zheng Ran.

"Crack..."

"Wo..."

The power of thunder and the fierce fire are sandwiched under them at the same time. The overwhelming thunder and high temperature made everyone in the field take a few steps back.

The night wind and the blind three were stunned. They never expected this scene. As a result, Yang Fan died on the spot. Now the whole ring is full of thunder and lightning and the rise of flames, and Yang Fan's body has long been seen.

The violent Zhenyuan ran around, and Wu Zhengfeng and Zheng Ran sneered on their faces, which once again increased the concentration of Zhenyuan in their hands, and it was bound to kill each other.

Fu Weiming also frowned and said that he could never survive in such a situation. However, he felt a little strange in his heart. How could the boy not dodge and stand still and let the other party cast spells?

During the day, Yu and Wu Hao's faces turned red with excitement. Seeing that their side was about to succeed, the mission entrusted to them by the family could also be well completed.

"Hey hey, Brother Yu, this time we are a great success, and the owner will be satisfied."

"Half of a person is better than nothing. I believe our owner will have no objection."

"That's what I think."

The two smiled and their excited expressions appeared on the table.

"Oh..." Longyin, a high sound of dragon singing resounded through the world.

All the people outside the field opened their eyes and stared at Yang Fan's movements in the field.

Wu Zhengfeng and Zheng Ran suddenly changed their faces, looking at their already controlled opponents in the field.

Yang Fan, surrounded by lightning and the sea of fire, raised his hands and held a huge dragon head five feet tall. He looked coldly at the two coldly and shouted in a low voice, "I have seen your ability, and look at Yang's dragon roar!"

"Oh..." It was another magnificent dragon roar.

The prison dragon, with the power of destroying the world, broke through the fire net and thunder and lightning in an instant, and rushed to Wu Zhengfeng and Zheng Ran with its teeth and claws.

Both of them were hit without any reaction, and the huge prison dragon hit the ground between them.

"Peng!" It's like the sound of a Thunderbolt and the sound of a sudden compressed true element explosion.

"It's not good!" Fu Weiming shouted loudly, turned around and rushed to the stupid daytime Yu and Wu Hao, released the defensive spirit weapon, and sacrificed Zhenyuan shield to surround them.

The night wind also turned pale. He suddenly pulled blind three, hurriedly retreated more than a dozen steps, and also sacrificed Zhenyuan shield to protect him and himself.

"Boom..." Everyone's ears were roaring, and the ground couldn't help shaking, and they almost couldn't stand.

"Wow...pa..." There was the afterglow of the explosion everywhere, and the sand and stone debris splashed everywhere, splashing ripples on the Zhenyuan shield.

When the aftermath passed, Fu Weiming and the night wind looked into the ring. Dust and smoke are rolling, surrounded by gravel and burnt black soil. A strong wind blew and swept away the dust, revealing a deep pit with a radius of more than 20 feet. Wu Zhengfeng and Zhengran in it had long turned into ashes, leaving only two storage bags and two spiritual weapons.

And Yang Fan stood proudly, raised his hand and made a few moves, played a little, put it in his arms, and walked down the ring.

Looking at the trembling daytime and Wu Hao, he smiled at Fu Weiming and said, "Master Fu, Ling Weige should be a shop under Yang's name, right?"