With a deafening roar, Ma Baofu's tall figure rushed forward, making a whistling sound with his fists, and rushed towards Lu Fan extremely fiercely, launching a fierce attack.
Seeing its menacing attack and powerful punches, the martial arts colleagues applauded loudly and sincerely, "Well done."
"As expected of the Zhongzhou Divine Fist, it's awesome!"
"Master Ma's Earth Sha Fist is really amazing. That kid is going to be in trouble."
It is obvious that this guy's skills are indeed extraordinary, his strength is steady, and he has the power to crack monuments and crack rocks.
From Lu Fan's point of view, it was no big deal. He easily blocked the opponent's left arm and then punched out with more power.
"Bang!"
There was a dull sound, and the fists of each other collided violently, which was unstoppable.
Ma Baofu screamed and suddenly withdrew his hand, as if he had been burned by a red-hot iron, and staggered back.
It turned out that he had suffered a big loss, and all the fingers on his right hand were shattered and fractured. He was shaking all over in pain, and his eyes were full of fear.
The misfortune was not over yet. Ma Baofu had made rude remarks just now. Naturally, Lu Fan would not let it go and quickly kicked him away.
"Plop!"
This guy's strong body fell more than ten meters away, howling like a slaughtered pig, struggling in pain, and completely losing the majesty it had just now.
The appalling scene shocked the martial arts masters, their eyes widened in disbelief.
I originally thought that Qingyangzi mobilized a large number of people to invite a group of experts to come and help him. To deal with the unknown juniors, it would be a fuss and a big mistake.
Unexpectedly, this kid turned out to be a ruthless person. He defeated Ma Baofu, who was famous for his boxing skills, in one move. It was incredible.
It was Qingyangzi who made a decisive decision and shouted fiercely: "My good friends, let's all come together to punish the little beast. If you beat it to a cripple, I will be very grateful. I am willing to give you my inner skills and mental skills as a gift."
These words were like adding fuel to the fire, making several experts very excited and even more eager to try.
After all, Qingling Sect, as one of the eight sects, has a long history and its internal skills are unpredictable. If there is a chance to obtain it, it will be like pie in the sky.
In an instant, a dozen masters swarmed up like a pack of wolves and pounced on Lu Fan almost crazily. They did not follow the rules of the world at all, and actually bullied the smaller ones with more, and did not show any shame.
Anyway, there are only three people on the other side, and the rest are all members of our own side. As long as everyone works together to beat Lu Fan and others into a severe coma or even become a vegetative state, their scandalous behavior will naturally not be known to outsiders, so it doesn't matter.
The old guy who rushed at the front was nicknamed Tianfengjiao. He had very powerful kicks and roared loudly.
"Damn you little brat, if you dare to act wild here, I'll kick you to death!"
His body jumped up quickly, kicking out his feet continuously, making people dizzy.
However, before the kick could hit Lu Fan, a sharp cold light flashed from the slanted stab, and a willow leaf flying knife pierced his thigh, reaching deep into the bone. The pain could be imagined.
The old guy fell to the ground, his face twitched in pain, and he shouted angrily: "Which bastard is it that unexpectedly attacked me? Do you want to die..."
Before he finished speaking, another flying knife flew over like lightning and stabbed him in the shoulder. He let out a howl and curled up on the ground, squirming in pain.
The person who performed the flying knife skill was none other than Li Juedao. He noticed the crowd's attention and sneered: "You deserve it. If you do unjust things, you will die. This is the fate of helping the tyrants to commit evil, and it is irreversible."
The faces of the masters became more and more gloomy, which seemed to be obvious.
This handsome man is not good at playing tricks either. He is so good at throwing knives that he is almost impossible to guard against.
Even so, it failed to stop them from continuing to attack. After all, we had a large number of people, and the temptation of the Qingling Sect's secrets and techniques was too great, and we must not miss it.
Another master, known as Zhuiyunjian, suddenly drew his sword out of its sheath and said sternly: "Everyone, these gangsters are cunning and cunning. Don't show mercy. Everyone, use your weapons and turn them into useless people as soon as possible."
A group of masters had this intention. They stopped for the time being and scrambled to take out their weapons, which gave them a little more confidence.
Another handsome guy opposite, Ye Gucheng, was carrying a long package in his hand. Now he shook it, and the package fur flew away with the wind, revealing the two swords inside. He was also prepared.
One of them was the Mo Lin Sword. He threw it to Lu Fan and shouted, "Go on."
Lu Fan stretched out his hand and grasped the hilt of the dragon-head-shaped sword tightly. The black blade exuded an eerie and strange aura, making him look like a god of plague.
A pair of eyes flashed with golden light, showing murderous intent, and he cursed fiercely, "Whoever is not afraid of death, come here quickly, I will stay with you till the end."
Then he flashed out and rushed into the crowd with his sword brandished, like a wild beast out of its cage, extremely fierce.
Li Juedao, who was following behind, pulled out a dog-legged knife, and Ye Gucheng also swung his long sword, like Lu Fan's right-hand man, fighting fiercely with the enemy, which was quite powerful.
The most domineering one was Lu Fan, who used the vicious move of the Nine Demon-Slaying Swords. With a proper sound, sparks flew, and the scimitar held by the master on the other side, known as Tai Sui Knife, was cut off. He was so frightened that his face turned pale.
As the Mo Lin Sword spun rapidly, it removed the opponent's right leg, causing him to whimper and fall in a pool of blood.
This move made a group of experts very fearful. They tried their best and hoped to defeat Lu Fan together. Otherwise, if they failed, the consequences would be disastrous.
However, the ideal is very plump, but the reality is very skinny!
Not only was Lu Fan's swordsmanship extremely exquisite, but he also used the magical phantom footwork to float around like a ghost, incredibly fast.
Those martial arts masters were constantly injured and lost all their advantages. Their hearts almost collapsed and they retreated in panic.
It was estimated that Li Juedao and Ye Gucheng were enough to deal with them, so Lu Fan simply ran towards Qingyangzi, gritted his teeth and cursed: "Every injustice has its owner, its debt has its owner, you are an immortal, your retribution has come."
Qingyangzi turned pale with fright. He waved his sword and ordered many members of the Qingling Sect, shouting hysterically: "Stop him quickly, hurry up..."
Many members were secretly complaining. They had already seen that if they stepped forward, they could only become fish meat on the chopping board - to be slaughtered by others!
Even the martial arts masters invited to help him couldn't defeat that kid. What role could they play? They weren't even a stumbling block.
Having no choice but to listen to the master's instructions, the disciples could only move forward slowly, only to see a figure pass by quickly, making them let out a long sigh of relief.
Although he was not harmed by it, the leader was unlucky and ended up in an extremely miserable end.
I saw Lu Fan coming in front of Qingyangzi, swinging his sword like the wind. The latter was already injured, and he was still frightened, so he reluctantly fought against him, and his momentum was already lost. ωωw.
After several moves, both of Qingyangzi's arms were cut off by Lu Fan. He was bleeding profusely and fell to the ground, excruciating pain.