There is wind in the mountains all year round, blowing over the big bluestone steps and also blowing over the thin-shirted boy on the stone steps.

In front of the mountain gate, half a piece of iron sword tip buried deep in the earth. The iron chains on the hilt of the sword were wrapped around it, as if locking a void. The two boys stood empty and landed in power, but they were still staring at each other with no desire to lose their fighting spirit.

Most of the disciples on the mountain were very excited and cheered, among which Mu Lingyao was the most important. Some people were more subtle, but they also raised their mouths and smiled. Fang Xinjue was the most conspicuous here.

The mountain was even more noisy, and there were people hustling, and some people mocked Yufeng.

But more people still shouted that Yu Feng stood up and fought again.

"Yuan Zhibei is even more cruel to his disciples than to him himself!" Mu Chenzhou, who was watching the battle in the air, said softly, sighing with surprise.

Yu Feng ignored the gossip behind him, supported the ground with a spear, and slowly stood up. His eyes were extremely cold and he was smiling, but he couldn't find any smile on his face.

He was not as surging as before, his fighting spirit was like the tide, and his spiritual energy was violently shattering the sky.

Instead, he became particularly calm. He reached out and held his scattered bun behind his head and climbed to the stone steps again. He was like an ordinary person.

Chen Fan held a heavy sword in his hand and looked at Yufeng in a distance. Behind him was a lightning of lightning. The bloodline of the spirit-raising man in his body became stronger and stronger, as majestic as a vast rainbow, and he went against the road, with his qi and blood rushing to his head, leaving only the word "war" left in his mind.

Yu Feng's pace began with the staggering staggering, and after stepping onto the mountain gate again, it finally became as stable as a rock.

With eyes facing each other, Yu Feng suddenly had a ferocious look on his face, and his body suddenly covered with a layer of green light that looked like the power of a golden sword. He emitted a strange and cold air that made Chen Fan feel cold from the bottom of his heart and his hair stood up.

It is like a hideous ancient beast that suddenly awakens from an ancient cold pond, choosing people to eat them.

Chen Fan's heart suddenly contracted, and the heavy sword screamed and suddenly became uncontrollable by Chen Fan. A fist that spreaded green light suddenly appeared, and even the afterimage had not fallen, as if it had been smashed out of thin air.

Chen Fan was shocked and hurriedly gave up his sword and swung out with one punch, causing a mess of air.

"Bang!" The two fists hit one place, Yu Feng's fist's green light fluttered, but Chen Fan's fist was filled with purple air, and a faint trace of golden light flashed. A circle of ripples visible to the naked eye spread out on the spot as the two fists intersected.

Chen Fan suddenly let out an angry shout, like thunder from the sky. The small thunder cauldron floating above his head surged in the wind, and suddenly a purple thunder fell and struck Yufeng.

Yu Feng's cold eyes were like eagles. With his sharpness, he actually waved his other hand and pinched Zi Lei hard. His mouth opened slightly and let out a silent angrily shout.

At the same time, another unparalleled domineering force erupted from Yu Feng's body, using his fist as a carrier, and wave after wave of fierce attacks Chen Fan's body.

Chen Fan felt like he was hit hard by a fierce and vicious giant beast. His qi and blood suddenly stopped, his mind was endlessly drowsy and buzzing. Then he was knocked away heavily and hit the huge iron sword again.

Yu Feng's figure shook slightly, but it was not obvious. His eyebrows twitched, and a trace of burnt smell came out of his palm, which drifted with the mountain wind. Under the blue light of protecting his body, blood was already pouring out, and the skin of his whole palm was blooming, and a little blood beads fell on the bluestone to bloom.

Regardless of the pain in his hands, he suddenly jumped up with a gun in his hands before Chen Fan got up. The tiny red blood groove on the blue spear became bright after being stained with Yufeng's blood.

The gun body was as red as blood, as violent as this, and the strange aura was like a crazy barbaric beast, almost trying to destroy everything.

Yu Feng approached instantly, with a majestic figure, protecting his body with a blue light, holding a domineering spear that was strange and deep red, and directly stabbed Chen Fan's lower abdomen.

"Stop!" Youzong was shocked and shouted loudly. He moved his body and was about to save Chen Fan under the gun, but was stopped by Mu Chenzhou. Although Mu Chenzhou looked solemn, his eyes shook firmly.

Chen Fan is a spiritual sect that cannot protect the sect at all times. If he wants to grow up, he must fully understand the world. He must keep the hardships of practicing Taoism, the darkness of the world, the complexity of human hearts, the change of situations, and the fragility of life in mind.

In this vast world, the truth is like a piece of waste paper, and fists and sharp weapons in your hands are the kingly way!

There was a burst of exclamation on the mountain and down the mountain. No one expected that Yufeng's combat power was so strong, and they all watched the spear approach Chen Fan.

Mu Chenzhou's palms suddenly pinched together and whispered in his heart: "It's better to lose it. If the knife is not sharpened, the gun cannot be polished. Only when the weeds that break through the rocks can they grow vigorously."

Yufeng naturally heard the exclamation from the mountains and the loud shouts from Mr. Zong. But he ignored it and looked at Chen Fan mockingly.

He knew that he could not kill Chen Fan here at all. Although he tried his best, he seemed to have to pierce Chen Fan's body with one shot, but in fact he was to force those powerful people floating in the air to take action and plant an unforgettable seed of failure in Chen Fan's heart, hoping that Chen Fan would survive in his shadow for the rest of his life.

He even began to sneer in his heart. The spirit-raising man is just a vulnerable attack.

Just at this critical moment, Yufeng saw Chen Fan suddenly turn his head and a cunning smile appeared on his face, which made his heart suddenly skip a beat, and the idea of ​​being fooled flashed through his mind. Unfortunately, the arrow was on the string and he couldn't stop!

I saw Chen Fan holding a tripod with his right hand, his arm muscles bulged like iron, and the blue veins swelled up and a little golden light flashed as the wind and thunder sounded into his ears, as if the force of thousands of pounds was raging wildly.

The sharpness of the cauldron was revealed and it hit Yufeng hard, causing the violent wind to stir up, like an invisible sharp blade, which made Yufeng's face feel extremely painful.

A tripod is a heavy weapon!

It can accommodate all things in the world, wind, thunder, rain, and electricity, and create a world of its own!

It is conceivable how terrifying this thunder cauldron passed down from ancient scriptures.

As soon as the spear held by Lei Ding and Yu Feng met, they were directly hit by the position. Yu Feng's center of gravity was unstable. He watched Lei Ding hit him, and his face finally showed a hint of horror.

Then, he suddenly recited an obscure spell, and even Chen Fan, who was so close to him, could not hear it clearly. A more dazzling light suddenly burst out in front of his heart, and the quaint and vicissitudes of life suddenly came.

Although Lei Ding hit Yu Feng's arm until his chest without any suspense, it was not blown away on the spot as Chen Fan expected.

Instead, a dull sound of blunt instruments that came from somewhere came out, as if it was directly sounding in Chen Fan's ear, as if he was shouting at the head, directly bleeding Chen Fan's seven orifices and traumatized the five internal organs. Although the right hand holding the cauldron was intact, the bones under the flesh were shattered strangely.

Yufeng was no different from Chen Fan, but it was obviously more severely injured. He was also bleeding from his seven orifices, and his arms were broken by the thunder cauldron on the spot. The white bone spurs had pierced the flesh and blood and exposed outside.

Chen Fan's right hand was weak, and the severe pain stimulated every nerve of Chen Fan. After the thunder cauldron burst out with an earth-shaking blow, it gradually became dim, turning into a beam of purple light, and returning to Chen Fan's eyebrows on its own.

Yufeng's eyes were completely lost, his energy was as bright as a fucking spring. There was an inch-sized black fragment on his chest. Unknown material was slowly floating, and the green light was approaching dimness.

At this time, Yufeng was bombarded by tens of thousands of pounds of force and fell to the edge of the mountain gate. The arm with bone spurs exposed fell outside the stone steps, and the red blood flowed, dyeing the ground red.

Who would have thought that the battle between the two teenagers would be so fierce that they would end up in a situation where both sides suffered losses.

Mu Chenzhou appeared in front of Chen Fan at the moment when the battle came to an end. After carefully checking Chen Fan's condition, he slowly smiled.

Chen Fan endured the severe pain, rolled his eyes hard, and then fell into a coma.

Among the crowd at the foot of the mountain, two middle-aged men suddenly climbed up the stone steps, opened Yufeng's mouth, and fed him a yellow three-leaf clover.

Then he carried Yu Feng behind his back, clasped his fists slightly at Feng Qingyu, and disappeared from Liuyun Mountain.

Following Yufeng here, the crowd of people who watched the fun went down the mountain to leave, but Chen Fan and Yufeng's strong combat power would definitely leave an indelible impression on everyone.

(End of this chapter)
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