As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell into silence.
After a few seconds, an uproar broke out.
"Did you hear that right? The young grandmaster Zhao Fan wants to fight one against two?" Someone in the crowd said: "This is a battle between masters, not an ordinary fight. What's more, he is facing one of the four major martial arts families.
The two masters of the Yue family!"
"My heart is higher than the sky, my life is thinner than paper. I became a martial arts master at a young age, but he doesn't take the world's established masters in his eyes. How could he know the terror of Yue Zhenheng." A martial arts master watching the black market live broadcast said on the screen
He sighed and said: "This is by no means a grand occasion. If you win, you will be famous forever, if you lose, you will die without a burial place."
Among the thousands of warriors paying attention to this life-and-death battle between masters, some said that Zhao Fan thought it was too slow to live forever, and others said that his arrogance did not match his strength. Most of them were not optimistic about this young grandmaster.
Feng Qingcheng in the audience focused her eyes on the thin figure on the stage, "Is he... really so powerful that I have no hope of catching up with him in my life?"
There were mixed feelings in her heart, but she didn't have any doubt about Zhao Fan's words.
"Brother Zhao, hurry up and get rid of these two old bastards. I'm waiting for you to eat with me on an empty stomach." Shenxiu's voice sounded like he stood out from the crowd. In an instant, this big bald head attracted countless eyes, and they were all curious about this.
Who dares to openly call the two masters of the Yue family "Old Zamao"?
Next to them, Chen Sanshao and Lao Bai were so frightened that they almost buried their heads in their crotches, for fear of being noticed and being settled by their queen.
As everyone knows, Shenxiu is the only one present who knows that even the half-step martial master died at the hands of Zhao Fan. Now a newly promoted grandmaster or a mid-level grandmaster dares to take revenge. What is the difference between this and seeking death?
Yue Zhenxiong secretly memorized Shenxiu's appearance, then smiled angrily and said to the stage: "Want to beat two against one? It's a good calculation. Even if we win, we will be considered to have failed to win with force."
Many warriors nodded in agreement, feeling that Zhao Fan was like a grasshopper after autumn and might want to jump a few times before dying.
Immediately afterwards, as the head of the family, Yue Zhenxiong stood up and jumped onto the martial arts platform. He said: "Third brother, let's see how I kill this yellow-mouthed kid."
"Hmm..." Yue Zhenheng nodded.
"Here comes the gun!" Yue Zhenxiong stretched out his hand and pointed diagonally downward.
The driver of the Mercedes-Benz struggled to pick up a large box in the car and carried it to the top. He was a descendant of the Yue family. He had barely any skills and was not even a warrior. The head of the family's weapons weighed a hundred kilograms, so he picked it up.
Very laborious.
Yue Zhenxiong opened the box, took out two parts of the gun body, and screwed them together. He waved the gun barrel with his hand, and then there was a dull sound of breaking through the air. In the majestic momentum, it seemed that the air was cut open. The next second,
The tip of the spear was pointed at the young master who was filled with hatred, "Death by my Moon Chanting Spear is a blessing gained from your previous life."
The Moon Singing Spear is made entirely of meteorite iron. It is an inheritance of the Yue family and a symbol of the identity of the family head. It ranks 37th on the list of divine weapons in the world!
There was a cold air like moonlight floating around the tip of the spear, and the warriors watching the battle felt heart palpitations at the first sight.
Zhao Fan yawned and said, "There is so much nonsense that my ears are getting calluses. Let's start now?"
Yue Zhenxiong frowned and said, "Where are your weapons?"
"We don't need weapons to kill you." Zhao Fan stood here with empty hands, a contemptuous smile on his face.
"Then... suffer death!"
Yue Zhenxiong activated the Yue Yin Jue, injecting cold internal energy into the body of the gun, as if he had become one with the weapon. His silhouette was like a shuttle, and the gun came out like a dragon, directly taking Zhao Fan's head from his neck!
Even the moisture in the air on both sides of where he passed turned into a cold mist like moonlight under the influence of this power.
Appreciation flashed in Yue Zhenheng's eyes below, "Although eldest brother is a new grandmaster, his power is comparable to that of a middle-stage grandmaster. With Zhao Fan, who only knows how to talk, he can penetrate his head with just one shot."
Zhao Fan remained motionless on the spot, looking straight at Yue Zhenxiong, who was attacking with a gun. This reaction fell in the eyes of the warriors watching the battle, as if he was stunned by the opponent's powerful offensive, and they all sighed with emotion to Yue Zhenxiong.
The family is worthy of being one of the four major martial arts families, and the new grandmaster is so powerful, how terrifying is the third elder?
"Now let me pay with your life for my Xiao'er!"
Yue Zhenxiong's voice was like a huge wave, and the Yue Yin Spear in his hand stabbed Zhao Fan's head with an invincible force...
The tip of the spear shimmering with cold mist has only one centimeter left to penetrate it!
At this time, he found that he suddenly couldn't get any closer. The Moon Chanting Spear in his hand seemed to be pressed against an indestructible hard object, and he couldn't even shake or pull away.
"Why did it stop?" The warriors watching the battle were extremely puzzled, thinking that the leader of the Yue family felt that he would be killed all at once and wanted to play for a while like a cat playing with a mouse.
The cold fog at the tip of the gun was so thick that no one could see clearly what happened, including Yue Zhenxiong above.
Gradually, the fog cleared.
On and off the court, pairs of eyes watching the black market live broadcast were in shock!
The young grandmaster named Zhao Fan actually clamped the tip of the Moon Chanting Spear with two fingers with ease...
"Impossible, this is impossible!" Yue Zhenxiong's old face looked like he had seen a ghost, and he said dully: "Even my third brother can't do this."
Zhao Dangkun and Xia Gangchun looked at each other and smiled, saying nothing. How can you, a new grandmaster in the Transformation Realm, be able to shoot through the head with a single shot?
"Brother, get away quickly!" Yue Zhenheng suddenly had an ominous premonition and reminded Yue Zhenxiong, but it was too late.
"Weak, too weak."
Zhao Fan put his fingers together casually.
"Crack!" The tip of the Yue Yin Gun snapped.
Then, Zhao Fan's body finally moved. He grabbed the gun body with his hand, pulled it back, and took the broken tip of the Yue Yin Gun from Yue Zhenxiong's hand, and then rotated it another 180 degrees.
The chanting gun pointed at the opponent.
Yue Zhenxiong said in confusion: "My Yue family's inherited magic weapon was broken by you... by your two fingers? How dare you, how dare you!"
"goodbye."
Zhao Fan pushed his wrist forward, and the Moon Song Spear pierced into the former's heart, appearing through his back, and then twisted again.
Yue Zhenxiong's heart immediately shattered. When he opened his mouth, a fountain of blood was mixed with fragments of internal organs. His cloudy eyes stared straight at Zhao Fan. Life was passing by quickly, and on his face
, that look of disbelief was fixed.
…
"The head of the Yue family died like this?"
"I thought it was a life-and-death battle before, but now it seems it's still a very disparity, and it was Grandmaster Yue Zhenxiong who was crushed."
"Oh my god, Grandmaster Zhao Fan is just a young man, but he can hold that terrifying spear between his two fingers, and even pinch it off lightly. How powerful is he?!"
The eyes of all the warriors were shocked to the point of explosion.
…
"Shuzi, you dare!" Yue Zhenheng left an afterimage on the spot and rushed to the competition stage, hoping to save his eldest brother who has the same bloodline!
And in his hand, he held a silver long knife. When his elder brother's Moon Chanting Spear was taken away, he had already gone to the Mercedes-Benz to get the weapon that accompanied him to achieve brilliant achievements, the Silver Moon Knife!
"Can't wait? Just pack them up together."
Zhao Fan raised his other hand, and a surging golden light emerged from his palm, condensing into the shape of a sword. He grasped the hilt of the sword with one finger and faced the incoming silver knife.
"Condensing energy into a soldier?" Yue Zhenheng's tiger body froze, and his eyes were horrified. How could he be a young master? Only the Transformation Realm Martial Master can transform his internal energy into a soldier!
The extraordinary beings who were paying attention to this battle off the court and in the black market, whether they were acquired, innate warriors, or martial arts masters, were all shocked by this scene and did not dare to take a big breath. The golden sword of the young master seemed to be in the void.
Just like the ones caught!
This is one of the symbols of Transformation Realm Martial Lord...
There was only one thought left in the minds of thousands of warriors, "It turns out that he asked the two masters of the Yue family to go together, not because he was arrogant, but because he didn't take each other to heart at all."
"My eldest brother and I... actually took the initiative to seek revenge against a Transformation Realm Martial Lord?" Yue Zhenheng's whole body was covered in cold sweat, and even the power of the Silver Moon Sword in his hand was a little weaker.
Clang!
Zhao Fan swung his golden sword and struck, and the silver moon sword broke into two pieces.
The first half fell on the ground, and the second half was thrown into Yue Zhenheng's hands. He immediately dropped the broken sword and knelt on the ground, kowtowing desperately and said: "Martial Lord, spare your life. If I knew in advance that you had reached the realm of transformation, give it to our Yue family."
Even if you are ten brave, you would not dare to come to Jiangzhou..."
"Spineless."
Zhao Fan turned his head and looked at the bloody words on the wall of the building. His voice was emotionless and he asked, "Did you write the war sticker?"
"Yes...yes." Yue Zhenheng kowtowed and said, "I'm going to wash up right now. I hope that for the sake of the fact that there are not many Chinese martial arts masters in total, I will be spared. My eldest brother, Xiao
The deaths of my son and my seventh brother can be written off and treated as if nothing happened..."
"Does a criminal have to sacrifice innocent blood in a war?"
Zhao Fan slowly closed his eyes and said: "So that warrior deserves to die? In other words, that is a cheap life, but the life of a martial arts master like you is very noble?"
"No, it's not." Yue Zhenheng lowered his head and said, "I will definitely give the warrior's family a large amount of compensation afterwards to ensure a worry-free life."
"Everyone is dead, so what's the use of compensation?"
Before Zhao Fan could finish his words, his figure disappeared from the spot as strangely as the wind. The next moment, he appeared behind Yue Zhenheng. The Longyang Golden Sword penetrated his back heart and penetrated his chest with thunderous power.
.
Yue Zhenheng, the master of hundreds of battles nicknamed Madman, died!
Zhao Fan did not stop his movements. He grasped the Yue Yin Spear with his left hand and the Longyang Golden Sword with his right hand. At the same time, golden light floated around his feet, and he provoked the two masters of the Yue Family, as if there was an invisible line diagonally above.
Walking in the air like a staircase of color.
Three seconds later, Zhao Fan came to the line of blood words on the wall of the building and nailed the two masters of the Yue Family to the position of "Yue Family, the Imperial Capital".
Immediately, he released his hands and moved to the last word, picked off the warrior's already cold body, turned around gracefully and landed on the competition stage.