As the battle continued, Lu Fan's and Yan Qing's scope of damage continued to expand. In a short period of time, there were seven or eight houses in the yuan courtyard, which were severely poisoned.

Two light regiments interweave together. Where they pass, they are flying sand and stone. They are vigorous.

Finally, after another violent explosion, the figures of Lu Fan and Yan Qing reappear.

Lu Fan smashed into a wall. The good rock wall was hit into a big pit. The cracked lines spread. In a moment, the whole wall collapsed.

Yan Qing flew out tens of feet and hit the ground. The original flat and clean ground is now full of deep pits.

"Cough. "Cough."

Lu Fan covered his chest and coughed twice. Blood gushed out of the mouth, dyed the stone nearby red.

The scale Dragon Armor on the body is broken and full of hollows. Lu fan can feel the pain of the whole body full of cone heart. Inside, the nine dragon Xuangong tower scolded and said: "dead grandson, great master, let me kill him with the array. I will throw out the array of the divine pill, and guarantee that this grandson will become a fool directly. "

Lu Fan did not answer the question. He can't use the array of shendannei easily. Because once used. It is bound to expose the existence of the Xuangong tower in Kowloon. Then it's hard to explain.

Moreover, he is not at the end of his tether.

Yan Qing wants to win him, but it's not so simple.

Vigorous Qi moves. Lu Fan desperately recovers his injury. Holding the heavy sword's hand, he slowly makes efforts to let the blood on his arm flow all over the sword body.

Yan Qing also got up from the pit, and his black and white color was already very thin.

Only about 30% of the extreme gold force can be used.

"Damn bastard."

Yan Qing scolds. He never thought that even if he had rushed into Yuangang by the ancient battle, he could not kill Lu Fan with one blow.

Lu Fan's terrible tenacity and fearless manner of attack. Taking pictures of him has become a big problem.

Yan Qing looked down at the sword wound on his chest, which was left by Lu fan who used the power of Tao field on the heavy sword.

Although the heart is very reluctant to admit, but the fact is that Lu Fan really has the strength to threaten his life.

In Yan Qing's eyes, the idea of killing has been decided. Today, Lu fan must not be left behind.

It's only less than a year since I was admitted. You can grow from a small inner Gang state warrior to a superior being. Then give Lu Fan another year. Isn't he going against the sky.

Yan Qing must not connive at the existence of such a person, especially if the person is still his opponent and both sides have enemies who are too cross-cultural.

If such enemies are not dealt with at this opportunity. It's going to make him sleepy.

"The power of gold enters the body, and the five elements open."

Yan Qing opened his mouth and inhaled the golden force around him.

In this way, many teachers in the sky are frowning.

Even those who really break through the Yuan Gang realm step by step dare not swallow the ultimate five elements into their bodies. Most of the martial arts' five viscera and meridians are not as powerful as the five elements. Swallowing this kind of power, a little carelessness, is the collapse of the body to death.

The dean's eyes all fell dead on Yan Qing's forehead. No one else noticed, but the Dean clearly saw the top of Yan Qing's head, with the appearance of five element array gathering. This kind of array is not like the formation of vigorous Qi. It's like the vitality of an alchemist. I'm afraid there are other ways.

The Dean turned to look at master Xingyuan. At this time, master Xingyuan is still calm. A calm and confident look.

Up to now, the five schools of Yinyang academy have lost three of the competition. If it is in accordance with the original competition rules, Yinyang academy can now declare defeat.

When Lu Fan's three senior brothers recover, and then fight with Yan Qing together with Lu fan, the victory of Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan Yuan.

Why is Xingyuan so confident.

At the time of guessing in the dean's heart, Yan Qing's body began a new round of expansion.

The flesh and blood on the body is collapsing, and all kinds of ferocious wounds appear on Yan Qing.

It's like something is going to come out of Yan Qing's body. It's painful to watch the flesh and skin crack.

But Yan Qing seemed to be more painful and excited. He twisted his face and pulled out a horrible smile. From his split wound, a golden liquid appeared, as if his blood had been smashed into gold.

Lu Fanqiang rushes up with his feet slightly, and his body moves like a blink over a dozen feet to Yan Qing's face.

With one sword, the red thunder falls on Yan Qing with the heavy sword.

A series of explosions rang out. But Yan Qing did not move a step, and turned to hold Lu Fan's sword.

The strength is increasing. The golden liquid flowing on Yan Qing's body has formed a pattern like array.

At the moment, even the Dean exclaimed.

"The body of gold is the body of a divine soldier. He even did it at the same time. "

Xingyuan said with a smile: "if it wasn't for Yan Qing to do it at the same time. How can I teach simultaneous interpreting to the ancient war? One yuan, it's lost. At this time, Yan Qing's body, strength and explosive power are all equivalent to those of Yuangang. Even if all the students of one yuan college go together, there is no possibility of victory. "

As if to confirm the saying of Xingyuan, turn around, Yan Qing hits Lu Fan with a fist.

The terrible fist strength directly scattered Lu Fan's scale Dragon Armor, and Lu Fan turned around and kicked Yan Qing's head.

But it only makes a bang, and Yan Qing's head doesn't move.

"Lu Fan. You forced me to use it. Proud enough, now you can die. "

With the palm of his hand, Yan Qing drags the man with the sword to his front.

A clap of one hand, the terrible power directly brings up the gas explosion, all the sand and stones around are shaken into powder.

Lu Fan flew tens of feet away, smashed several high walls and took off the heavy sword.

Yan Qing seizes the Wufeng sword.

"This sword belongs to me."

Yan Qingleng said. Then, step by step toward Lu Fan.

In other branches, countless students stared at all this.

Yan Qing's strength is beyond their expectation. Is this the strength of the chief of the Yinyang academy.

It's really shocking.

Lu Fanqiang still wants to get up, his mouth is full of blood.

Inside, the tower of Xuangong in Jiulong burst out and scolded: "grandson turtle, it's really on his nose. Master, let me kill him. I must kill him. "

Lu Fan's eyes also became deep, his left hand method was determined to pinch, and the forces of heaven and earth around him began to converge.

"Is it going to be a close fight?"

Lu Fan smiles.

Who is afraid of whom.