"Ning ... Brother Ning was by Fan Wang, oh no, was paralyzed on the ground by that reincarnated star?"
"Not only that, the ground he stayed was wet, and I was urinating. This is!"
"The reincarnation star did not even move, and even the expression was smiling."
"This, is this the gap that is really so big? Ning brother we look up is in the middle of Wu Zun, even ... even ..."
Nympho
The children of the Zhao family below were all frightened, especially now, the king who was born in the sky has called the blade.
Long Yin, start!
The snow -white dragon knife is more dazzling than the light ball magic weapon in the sky, and it instantly becomes the focus of attention.
Among the high -level seats, Zhao Tianxing saw that the situation was not good. While holding the soldier, he took the void to the martial arts platform, and shouted: "All the elders above the martial arts, together, be sure to kill that little evil animal.
, Bao Zhao Ning. "
Suddenly, the figures of one after another, all of them released the coercion of His Holiness Wudao. When the stacker was stacked, it was like a raging tsunami.
However, among the many elders, only the elders of the law enforcement hall Zhao Yin and the second -generation eldest son in the wheelchair did not move. However, the former was the existence of a few knowing the details of the cliff.
I didn't worry about Zhao Fan in my heart.
Because, a long -lost voice, as early as Zhao Fan appeared, passed into her ear, that was from the second brother Zhao Yan!
Voice ...
This is not done by waste. Zhao Yin speculates that with the return of the nephew, the second brother decided to leave the customs in advance. According to the plan, it will be one year later, but now, because of Zhao Fan’s strength, it is so powerful that it makes him impossible to wait.
Wait another year so that this is the case!
At the seat, Zhao Yin smiled at the same time in his elder brother and father. He followed the situation in the field and talked.
Zhao Fan felt that the elders of the Zhao family killed from behind, and he didn't care, and he was too lazy to turn back and move his arms directly. He scared Zhao Ning, who was almost scattered on the ground without any fancy movements, and split a knife.
"
Flutter ...
Start up, the knife falls.
A person's head, the sound of the ground, rolled two laps, stopped, opened the pupil with a little eyes, opened his mouth and opened it, but found what he couldn't speak.
The headless corpse in place still keeps sitting, spraying thin blood flow, rising three feet like a pillar, and then scattered like fireworks.
Plum blossom ...
Zhao Fan continued to survive again, and took the soul that Zhao Ning wanted to escape to the ground. His other hand was taken to the palm of his palm at the other hand at any time.
Pocket.
The whole process is made in one go, and it is beautiful as a picture of the opening.
Zhao Ning, the most dazzling genius of the younger generation, fell!
Below Wu Doutai, the wind and crane, all the children of the Zhao family fell into dull, and couldn't say half a word in shock, as if it was all dumb that was pulled out of the tongue ...
Behind Zhao Fan, the elders's body shape was stagnant, suspended in the air, and Zhao Tianxing, who rushed in the front, was completely stunned!
Kill if you say kill?
How dare he!
Zhao Tianxing's heart was half -cold immediately. It doesn't matter who died in the younger generation. Only Zhao Ning couldn't, because that was the son of the actual power of the Shenji Gate!
Even if Zhao Fan is captured and cut into eight pieces, the anger of the previous generation of saints cannot be quelled.
Now the Zhao family, which is in its heyday because it has become a vassal of the Shenji Sect, will face a freezing winter!
"Kill, kill for me!"
Zhao Tianxing's eyes suddenly turned red, and he held the weapon irrationally. While giving orders, he was the first to kill Zhao Fan, who was alone in the field.
The many elders behind him looked more like crazy, and the overwhelming offensive suddenly came down like a storm.
Zhao Ning is dead, and now the elders hope to catch the murderer and hand it over to the Shenji Sect. Maybe the other party will give the Zhao family a lighter punishment.
The outcome of this matter is related to the survival of the Zhao family!
"King Mortal, be careful!" Zhao Cen reminded with an awe-inspiring expression. He finally realized how elegant the legendary king was. With a simple sword blow, Zhao Ning, who was in the middle stage of Martial Master, was shocked as if he had lost his soul.
Without even the thought of hiding, he ended up with his body and head in a different place.
"It doesn't matter, just stand behind me and don't move."
Zhao Fan smiled at him in a friendly manner, then came over and stood amidst the murderous intent of many elders, looking straight ahead, and then slowly raised the Long Yao Tian Dao in his hand: "I have been kneeling for a long time.
I won’t be able to stand up anymore, and I’ll forget my last name.”
"That's good." Zhao Yin stood on the sidelines at some point.
However, many elders were unmoved, and still persisted in using their strongest moves to attack them.
When Zhao Fan's figure fell into the eyes of thousands of Zhao family disciples, he felt like a lamb in a tornado, which would be torn apart at any time.
Not only do they think so, the elders who are gathering fire in one place are also bound to win!
At this time, an unexpected scene appeared.
Zhao Fan slowly made a slash at an angle.
A golden dragon-shaped sword energy floated from the blade, accompanied by a deafening dragon roar, facing the huge offensive of many elders!
The moment it touched, it crushed all attacks with overwhelming force.
And like dumplings from the pot, many elders fell from the sky to the ground uniformly, and the sound of thump, thump, rushed into the ears of everyone present.
But no one was injured, not even the skin was broken, but the strange thing was that for a while, it seemed that he had lost control of his body, fell into paralysis, and was unable to support himself to get up.
"If you promise someone not to hurt you, then keep your promise."
Zhao Fan put away the Long Yao Tian Dao with an indifferent expression, and his eyes fell on the dumbfounded referee on the sidelines, "Now, let's start lighting the incense and counting. I am really here to participate in the competition of the younger generation."
The referee's name was Zhao Guang, and he was a deacon with an average status in the clan. After hearing what the young man who had swept away a bunch of martial elders said, his hands trembled and he lit the incense specially used for timing.
The timing of lighting incense is purely a symbolic process.
Who among the younger generation of the Zhao family dares to compete with this son?
Zhao Ning, who was at the top of his game before, was beheaded by him with one sword, and later he killed many core figures of the Zhao family with one sword!
Zhao Fan returned to his original appearance, standing in the center of the martial arts platform as if nothing had happened. He still had time to point out the difficulties Zhao Cen encountered in his practice...
"Father, eldest brother, have you seen it?" Zhao Yin looked back at the two figures on the seat with great excitement, "That is the son of the second brother and the second sister-in-law. With the power of a king, he declared that he was alive and recovering from beheading.
Yaxia is back!"
Zhao Hou and Zhao Tianchang shed tears full of complicated emotions.
On the fighting stage, Zhao Fan nodded with satisfaction and said, "That's it for now. I'll talk to you alone later."
Zhao Cen responded gratefully: "Thank you so much, King Fan."
"It doesn't have to be like this. We are all a family. After all, I have to call you brother." After Zhao Fan finished speaking, his eyes swept towards the direct lineage camp in the audience.
Every direct descendant who was caught by his gaze lowered their heads in fear and shame.
Finally, the focus of Zhao Fan's eyes fell on a figure, that was Huangfu Qing's ex-husband, Zhao Xun.
The other person looked at him with a pale face and immediately lowered his head, almost touching his crotch.
Zhao Fan withdrew his gaze. The current situation was not suitable for dealing with this person. Otherwise, it would be making a fuss out of a molehill.
In the distant blinding area, Zhao Yan had a depressed look on his face. He smiled bitterly and said: "That little bastard's knife is too overbearing. He knows what he's doing. He didn't get so excited that he forgot about me as his father.
Agreement."
Zhao Fan sneezed, looked over as if feeling something, and then smiled.
At this time, the lit incense had burned to the bottom.
Deacon Zhao Guang looked at the many elders lying on the ground with a confused look, and then announced bravely: "The competition of the younger generation of the Zhao family, the first place is Zhao Fan!"
His voice echoed in the ears of thousands of disciples in the audience. No one dared to question it. After all, you only have one life. If you don't know the current affairs, you will go to the underworld...
"Well... let's give the reward to Zhao Cen, I'll do it first."
Zhao Fan walked toward the high-level seats while looking at the bewildered deacon Zhao Guang. He frowned and said, "What are you doing there? The clan sacrifice ceremony is not over yet. The second round of the competition will begin immediately."
.”
"ah?"
Deacon Zhao Guang was stunned for a moment, then awkwardly moved his chin to the many elders on the ground over there, as if to say, these powerful people over thirty years old have all been stunned by you and fell here. Are you going to let the ghosts
Go for the top spot in the second round?
"I'll continue if I ask you to continue, why is there so much nonsense?" Zhao Fan rolled his eyes at the other party angrily, and complained in his heart: "You think I am idle and want to waste time? Why don't you take into account the feelings of my cheap dad?"
"Uh..." Deacon Zhao Guang waited for the young man to step off the stage, and announced helplessly: "The second round of the competition has begun. People from the Zhao clan who are over thirty years old are invited to come on stage to compete. The rules are the same as the first round.
, click till then.”
He said the last four words feebly, because in the face of absolute strength, the rules are just a fiction. No, Zhao Ning's body has not cooled down yet, it is as hot as a freshly baked textbook!
Zhao Fan came to the high-level seats and chose a seat between his uncle Zhao Hou and Zhao Tianchang. He looked at the latter expressionlessly, nodded and smiled at the former, and then said hello to Jiu Gu.
He just looked at the fighting stage as if no one else was around.
Five minutes passed, but no one dared to take the stage to show off their skills.
"This is the Zhao family that relies on the Shenji Sect? No one dares to go on stage for a duel?" Zhao Fan impatiently snapped his fingers, and with a snap, many elders who were numb returned to normal. He urged:
"Old bastard, aren't you the loudest yeller? Hurry up and pick an opponent."
Zhao Tianxing's old face turned blue and white in turns. He wanted to retaliate verbally, but found that his voice was hoarse at first. This was due to his subconscious fear of that young man.
Zhao Yan in the distance sorted out the clothes sent by his son, and then stepped out of the scope of the obstacle method, and his voice spread all over the Zhao family.
I believe no one will have an opinion, right? "
Nympho
At this time, Shenji Gate.
In the Grandma Hall, Han Ruyi used mana to whip, and then pumped to a beautiful body that only wearing a bellyband on the ground in front of him. It was the contemporary virgin ... Yu Xian'er.
Slap!
The whip fell, Yu Xian'er's body was pulled out for ten meters, and she hit the hard wall before stopping. Her shoulders splim out a shocking mouth, and the flesh was blurred.
"I told you once, don't treat the son of the fox Mei Zi as the goal of catching up." Han Ruiyi covered his eyes on a layer of ice. "He is dead, knows it?
The face of the door, do you understand? "
"Master, Xian'er knew it was wrong." Yu Xian'er twitched painfully, and the fluctuation on the chest trembled.
"If I don't know repentant, next time, I will throw you directly, re -establish the virgin!"
Han Ruyi's mana in his hands suddenly dissipated, and she dumped her hand. When she was about to leave this virgin's exclusive cultivation secret room, she suddenly became inexplicable, as if a severe colic of the soul came from the soul.
Then, then
"What's going on ..." Han Ruyi tightened the eyebrows and decided to perform a big push on the spot.
The next moment, there was a hurrying voice outside, "Deputy door owner! The big event is bad, Zhao Ning ... Zhao Ning's life lamp is broken !!!" "