"How could this happen?" Just when Fang Ming thought he was going to hit Ling Fan, his eyes suddenly widened in disbelief, and he was shocked to find that what he hit was just an afterimage.

"You should be the one who was fooled!" Ling Fan's figure flashed strangely and appeared behind Fang Ming. In fact, Ling Fan didn't find out who Fang Ming's true identity was at all. He deliberately hit the Fang Ming who spoke.

The purpose was to lure out Fang Ming. Unexpectedly, his trick actually worked, and Fang Ming was indeed fooled.

In addition to competing for speed, this speed battle is also competing for wisdom. The battle between the two is really fast-changing. The advantages and disadvantages are completely switched between wisdom and speed, making it difficult to tell who is who.

Who is at the upper hand and who is at the lower hand?

"Bang!" Fang Ming reacted immediately, turned around, punched out, and collided with Ling Fan's palm. Suddenly, a powerful air flow flew out from between the fist palms, hitting

The bricks on the ground rolled up, flying in all directions, and finally landed on your competition stage with a thunderclap, falling into pieces and looking a bit desolate.

At this time, a powerful force suddenly bounced out from between the two fists, knocking both of them away dozens of steps.

The speed battle between the two finally stopped, and Fang Ming's remaining figures disappeared into the air, leaving behind a thin layer of mist.

Ling Fan and Fang Ming each retreated to one side of the competition stage, breathing heavily. Both of them looked a little embarrassed. There were several holes in their clothes, and there was a trace of blood at the corners of their mouths.

At this time, both of them stopped, and the disciples in the audience naturally saw clearly. Seeing the two of them in such a mess, the disciples immediately exclaimed. Looking at this situation, Fang Ming did not seem to be concerned about Ling Fan.

How could they not be surprised if they got a bargain?

Wang Yun continued to stand in the crowd, looking at the two people on the stage with venomous eyes, and Ling Fan was the most important among them. He didn't care about whether they won or lost. The more fierce the fight between the two, the better. It's best to have two people.

If they all die together, then he will be truly happy.

Zhao Da was also standing in the crowd, looking at Ling Fan's figure, as if he was thoughtful, as if he thought of something, and said secretly: "I didn't expect that Ling Fan is so powerful, that even Fang Ming can do nothing to him. Judging from the situation,

This kid should be here for the inner sect of Tianyun Sect. Hey, you have to accept the challenge from the disciples of the inner sect before entering the inner sect, and you will have a better time then."

"This kid Ling Fan is really not that simple. He even broke Fang Ming's Eighth Layer Afterimage Fist. The situation seems to be getting worse for Fang Ming???" In the corner, the young man in black whispered to himself.

The most shocking person in this battle was Fang Ming. In his opinion, Ling Fan should only have strong strength and average speed, but after fighting him, he became more and more frightened. He had always been known for his speed.

His speed is far faster than those of the same level, but he didn't expect that Ling Fan's speed was not weaker than his own, or even faster???

Of course, Ling Fan was quite surprised after the battle with Fang Ming. Among the strong men at the same level, Fang Ming was the first to push him to this level! I thought that when he was still a six-star spiritist, he would kill

The Nine-Star Spiritualist Scar Wolf had no trouble. Now that he has become the Nine-Star Spiritualist, he also suffered the same hardships when fighting Fang Ming. At the same level, sometimes the difference is huge!

"Hmph! Your Eighth Level Shadow Fist has been broken, now it's my turn." Ling Fan looked at Fang Ming and snorted coldly, and then appeared in front of Fang Ming with lightning speed, clenching his fist in his right hand,

It hit Fang Ming on the head.

"It's not that easy!" Fang Ming sneered, his body quickly fell down, and Ling Fan's punch immediately missed.

Then Fang Ming rebounded instantly, raised his right foot suddenly, and kicked Ling Fan in the crotch.

How could Ling Fan let his kick hit him? It would be over if it hit his lifeblood, so he immediately retreated and dodged to the side.

Fang Ming took advantage of this opportunity and immediately stood up, then rushed forward and punched Ling Fan.

Ling Fan was not lagging behind. He also formed a fist with his backhand and punched Fang Ming. The two punches immediately hit each other. This time the two punched each other without stopping for too long. Almost at the same time, both of them were hit by the fists.

The strength at that time knocked each of them back dozens of steps.

Ling Fan took a dozen steps back, then stopped, and raised his right hand, which was a little numb at the moment. When he and Fang Ming's fists clashed, a dark sound came from the other's fist.

The strength almost shattered his right hand. Fortunately, the dark strength was not strong. After all, Ling Fan's body had been soaked in the ice-fire bipolar pool for three days and three nights, and the marrow and bones were washed away. The dark strength was not in vain.

When it came, he immediately counterattacked the dark energy, so that his body did not suffer greater damage. Fortunately, his body had been soaked in the Ice and Fire Bipolar Pool, otherwise he would never be able to withstand that energy.

Powerful counterattack force.

Fang Ming took dozens of steps back before he stopped. When he and Ling Fan collided with each other's fists, they clearly hit him with a dark force, but he didn't expect that the dark force was rebounded back, and his own

On the contrary, his body was still hurt by that dark force. Suddenly, his throat felt sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out unnaturally from his mouth. His body had never been marrow-cleansed or bone-cleansed like Ling Fan, so how could he withstand that force?

An Jin, this time you stole the chicken but lost the rice. Unexpectedly, you also seriously injured yourself.

"It's time to decide the outcome." Ling Fan looked at Fang Ming who was spitting out blood and said in an indifferent voice.

"Okay, let's see who is more powerful today!" Fang Ming also raised his head and said without showing any signs of weakness.

This time Ling Fan didn't speak. His figure flashed strangely, and the next moment he appeared behind Fang Ming. He waved his hand towards Fang Ming's neck with a seemingly slow but extremely fast movement.

Fang Ming reacted immediately, leaned down, and avoided Ling Fan's palm. He was about to repeat the same trick and kicked Ling Fan in the crotch, but he was shocked to find that the figure behind him had already

It was just an afterimage, but the real Ling Fan had appeared in front of him in an instant.

"Do you think it's as easy as before?" Ling Fan said lightly, and then slowly said three words without any emotion in his voice: "You lost!"

"Finger of Nirvana!" Ling Fan pointed his finger lightly in front of Fang Ming, and then the surrounding air suddenly rotated and twisted, forming a fingerprint. Then under Fang Ming's horrified and disbelieving eyes, the fingerprint was filled with powerful energy.

It hit him.

"Boom!" Fang Ming's body immediately flew backwards for hundreds of meters, and finally fell helplessly under the competition stage. He vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, and then fell down weakly.
Chapter completed!