In the dim night sky, Zheng Xiongfeng's body hit Qin Fan like a meteor.
Bang bang bang bang...
Eight consecutive sonic booms exploded in mid-air, like artillery shells exploding.
"Boy, go to hell!"
His elbow was wrapped in a layer of infuriating energy, forming a twenty-centimetre sharp angle that stabbed Qin Fan's heart.
Qin Fan felt the powerful aura coming towards his face and was slightly surprised: after a warrior enters the transformation realm, his strength is a qualitative leap compared to the inner realm.
He did not dare to neglect, he stood up straight, with no sadness or joy on his face, turned his right hand, and took a step forward.
"Split the air!"
The first of the Eighteen Movements of the Great Dao, with the momentum of going forward indomitably and cutting through all obstacles, mobilized the power of the laws of heaven and earth in a small area around it. It was like a machete, hitting Zheng Xiongfeng's Wuji armor in mid-air.
boom!
The force erupted from the collision between the two parties, centered on the point of contact between the two, spread violently in all directions.
All the big guys felt their faces were sore and retreated in a hurry.
"Oh my God, this is too strong!"
"The Zheng family is indeed a martial arts family, and his background is beyond our imagination!"
"That Mr. Qin is in danger!"
"Anyway, I have joined the Zheng family. The stronger the head of the Zheng family is, the happier I will be!"
"Bah, who came over there just now to fawn over Chu Tianxiong? Do you think we are all blind!"
"Humph, everyone has gone and died together!"
Murong Ling'er held her skirt tightly with her small hands, her beautiful little face was filled with embarrassment and worry.
"Will Qin Fan be okay? We must win!"
Chu Tianxiong swallowed. Although he had seen Qin Fan's power to kill a Decepticon with one sword, Zheng Xiongfeng at this moment was obviously much stronger than the Decepticon.
Can Qin Fan still win?
Chu Tianxiong didn't know. If he just looked at the current situation, he felt a little confused.
The old Taoist priest looked on with fascination: This is the power of the Transformation Realm! It is indeed powerful. If I enter the Transformation Realm, my power should be stronger than him!
The old Taoist priest felt itchy when he thought of the powerful power.
Qin Fan was knocked backward several meters by the blow, but Zheng Xiongfeng was also knocked away.
"Haha, I told you, with the Wuji Armor here, you can't break through my defense, come again!"
Zheng Xiongfeng laughed proudly and bumped towards Qin Fan again.
Qin Fan had no expression on his face and followed him to greet him.
"Collapsing mountains and rivers!"
boom!
The two forces collided with the night sky again, and the two of them were ejected again.
"Haha, come again!"
Zheng Xiongfeng was still uninjured and pounced on Qin Fan again.
Qin Fan frowned slightly: This turtle shell is really hard!
This is not to say that the Eighteenth Form of the Great Dao is not strong, but because Qin Fan's current cultivation level is too low. He is only in the middle stage of Hidden Sword Realm, which is the first stage of immortal cultivators, the middle stage of foundation building.
If he enters the late stage of Hidden Sword Realm, he should be able to cut Zheng Xiongfeng into two pieces with one slash in the air.
Helpless, Qin Fan could only sigh, quickly stretched out his right hand, pointed it into a sword, and pointed diagonally at the sky.
"Sword rises!"
A majestic and upright Haoran's righteous energy came out of his body, and the shadow of the Luoying Sword rushed out from Qin Fan's door and slashed towards Zheng Xiongfeng.
"Hmph, kid, it's useless. Even if you are a grandmaster, you can't break my infinite armor!"
"Suffer death! Hahaha..."
Zheng Xiongfeng looked up to the sky and laughed wildly in mid-air, thinking that he would win, and did not pay attention to the phantom of the Luoying Sword.
Qin Fan ignored his taunt at all, and controlled the Luoying Sword with his spiritual consciousness, slashing it down with one strike.
Click!
Zheng Xiongfeng's Infinity Armor was cut open like a piece of tofu, and his body was also divided into two parts in mid-air.
"How is this possible..."
In front of the spiritual essence of Luoying Sword, the defense of Zhenqi incarnation is still far behind.
However, activating the powerful spiritual essence of the Luoying Sword to attack consumes too much energy, much more than using the Eighteenth Form of the Great Dao.
Therefore, under normal circumstances, Qin Fan would basically not be able to use the Luoying Sword Spirit Yun.
Watching Zheng Xiongfeng's body fall to the ground, the whole place was completely silent!
All the big guys looked at each other.
"Just now, who said that you have joined the Zheng family?"
"No, I didn't say that. I have always believed that Master Qin can win!"
"Yes, I have always believed that Master Qin will win!"
"Haha, it seems that the heroes have the same idea!"
A group of big guys chatting awkwardly.
In the distance, Luo Chengdong and others were hiding in the car and watching secretly, with dull faces at the moment.
"He wins!"
"this……"
Luochengdong felt annoyed for a while.
Gritting his teeth, Luo Chengdong shouted to his son and daughter: "Go back!"
Luo Beichen and Luo Li, although somewhat reluctant, could only follow Luo Chengdong back to the villa courtyard.
Although Zheng Xiongfeng is dead, what if Qin Fan wants to settle the score with them for escaping from the battle?
If you go back to apologize and admit your mistake, you may lose face, but if you don't go back, you may lose your life.
In the yard, Qin Fan looked a little pale.
A group of big guys hurried over and nodded and bowed to Qin Fan: "Congratulations, Master Qin, for eliminating harm to the people!"
"Master Qin's power is unparalleled!"
"I have admired Master Qin for a long time, and seeing him today is like smoke coming from the ancestral graves!"
Qin Fan glanced at the big guys and twitched his lips. Just now he called him Mr. Qin, but now he has become Master Qin!
Chu Tianxiong hurriedly walked up to Qin Fan and yelled at the big guys: "Go away and don't get close to Master Qin. Just now you saw Zheng Xiongfeng break through and run faster than a rabbit!"
"Now that I see Master Qin winning, and I want to curry favor with Master Qin, who cares about you wallflowers!"
All the big guys were blushing after being lectured by Chu Tianxiong, but no one dared to talk back.
Luo Chengdong hurried over with his son and daughter. As soon as he reached the door of the hospital, he shouted: "Mr. Qin, Luo brought his daughter to apologize to Mr. Qin!"
"My little girl is young and ignorant, and she offended Mr. Qin. Please forgive her once, Mr. Qin, please ignore the villain's fault!"
Luo Li's face turned red with embarrassment. She knew clearly that her father was just using her as an excuse to apologize to Qin Fan, but she didn't dare to refute a word.
After all, it was she who had sworn that Qin Fan was a liar.
Thinking of her own ignorance, Luo Li wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl in. She had no shame standing in front of Qin Fan.
"Back then he kept rejecting my provocations during the underground boxing match. I guess it wasn't fear at all, but disdain!"
"I always thought others were liars, but it turns out I am a monkey."
"I was jumping up and down so much that I think everyone laughed when they saw it."
"Damn Yan Haochen, he clearly knew that the master was Qin Fan, but he didn't tell me..."
If Lin Churan were here, he would definitely laugh like a pig again: Oh, another social death!
Qin Fan glanced at Luo Li indifferently and was too lazy to pay attention. He had seen too many such arrogant little girls.
He looked at Murong Ling'er and smiled: "Your uncle's revenge has been avenged."
Murong Ling'er felt warm in her heart: "Thank you Qin Fan!"
At this moment, Murong Ling'er could not help but think of a poem:
A young man with a chivalrous spirit, befriended by heroes from all five cities. His liver and gallbladder are pierced, his hair is ridged, he is standing in conversation, and he shares life and death, and his promise is worth a thousand pieces of gold.