If Huang Wujiang's punch hits an ordinary person and does not dodge in time, he will definitely not die or be disabled.

However, Xiao Fan and the others didn't look back, as if completely ignoring the existence of Huang Wujiang, which made Huang Wujiang even more angry.

He entered the Ancestral Dragon Secret Realm, and naturally came for the spirit of the Ancestral Dragon Vein, but his Huang Family and the Huanglong Tribe have a special blood relationship.

Therefore, he wants to gain the trust of the Wild Dragon Tribe, and when the spirit of the Ancestral Dragon Veins appears, he can help him fight for it.

But now, Huang Tianluo was killed by Xiao Fan. As a human race, Huang Tianluo's father would definitely blame him. If he didn't help him then, the chance of Huangwujiang fighting for the spirit of the Ancestral Dragon Vein was almost zero.

Therefore, Huang Wujiang must have a clear relationship with Xiao Fan, and even pretend to be one of the five saints, wanting to regain the trust of Huang Tianluo's father.

For the spirit of the Ancestral Dragon Vein, even if there is a little hope, even if Xiao Fan and the others are dead?

He is ranked more than 2,000 on the Ten Thousand Races Genius List, and he will definitely be Qianlong Fei Nine Heavens in the future. Few humans are his opponents. How could he miss the opportunity to compete for the spirit of the Ancestral Dragon Vessel?

Thinking of this, a vicious flash flashed in Huang Wujiang's eyes, his aura once again skyrocketed several times, and he said in a cold voice, "Don't blame me for being cruel!"

After all, Huang Wujiang slapped down with an angry slap, and he seemed to have seen Xiao Fan and his party be slapped into flesh by his slap.

"Things that do not live or die!" Seeing that his palm was about to fall, there was a cold drink in vain from Xiao Fan and his party, only to see a dark shadow stepping up into the air in vain to meet the desolate palm.

Huang Wujiang seemed to have expected Xiao Fan and the others to resist, and his palms fell in a hurry. At this time, it was too late for Xiao Fan and their talents to take action.

The most important thing is that Xiao Fan didn't make a move, only one of his subordinates made a counterattack.

Even Xiao Fan himself is not on the Ten Thousand Clan genius list, how could he be blocked by a subordinate?

The corner of Huang Wujiang's mouth raised slightly, revealing a faint smile, as long as Xiao Fan and the others were killed, Lord Huang would definitely recognize him again.

However, the barren smile quickly solidified there, and then replaced by fear.

He saw his arm click with a click, and he was directly fractured, broken bones flew away, and intense pain spread throughout the entire body.

However, this was only the beginning, the other party's fist was undiminished, and after ruining his arm, it was another punch in the desolate chest.

At that moment, Huang Wujiang felt that he was crushed by a world, his internal organs were all shattered, and several mouthfuls of blood spurted out, his face pale to the extreme.

Afterwards, half of his body exploded, turning into a **** mist that filled the void, and the rest of his body flew towards the sky like a meteor.

After a while, Wujiang's physical body fell from a high altitude, hitting the ground heavily, and several mountain peaks trembled violently.

Seeing this, the lord in the distance couldn't help taking a breath. He thought Xiao Fan was already strong enough, but now he discovered that the strongest one was actually one of his subordinates.

With one palm, he defeated Huang Wujiang without knowing his life or death.

This kind of strength, even if he is not as good as this, even a bit inferior.

"Too weak!" Youmo clapped his hands, glanced at the ruins not far away, and faintly uttered a few words.

With more than 2,000 geniuses in the Ten Thousand Clan genius list, how can it be compared with him, who is more than 400?

"Didn't you die?" Xiao Fan frowned. If he killed Lian Wujiang, if the matter was known to the people of Wild Gujiang, then the endless divine palace would be unlucky.

"Don't worry, the son will let me spare his life, I still have the weight to start." Youmo nodded respectfully.

How serious is the start?

The cultivator of the Wild Dragon tribe in the distance heard that the corners of his mouth twitched wildly. You shit, he almost exploded his entire body with a punch, so he called it serious?

If you go all out, wouldn't the desolation be spread all over the world, and nothing will be left?

"That's good!" Xiao Fan nodded thoughtfully, as long as Wuxian survives and teaches him a lesson, it is nothing.

When the voice fell, Xiao Fan turned around and was about to leave. There is no point in staying here. He needs to find the spirit of the Ancestral Dragon Vein.

"Xiao Fan, dare you to yin on me!" At this moment, an angry roar came from the ruins in the distance, but the voice was a little weak.

The crowd looked around, but saw Huang Wujiang crawling out of the ruins, covered in blood, and the body and arms that had been bombarded had recovered as before, but his face was pale and pale, without blood.

Xiao Fan looked at Desolate in a puzzled way, I have already let people spare your life, what do you want?

"Xiao Fan, you actually abandoned the dignity of the human race and became a slave of the dragon race. As a human race, I am ashamed of you!" Huang Wujiang said with overwhelming attention.

No wonder he thought this way. Xiao Fan's strength he had seen before, even if he was stronger than him, he wouldn't be so much stronger, but the strength of the ghost who just blasted him up made him a little desperate.

In his opinion, it was definitely Xiao Fan who had become a slave to the ghost, so the ghost would take action at a critical time.

Xiao Fan has been defeated by the desperate idea, what kind of thinking is he? When did I become a slave to the dragon clan, why didn't I even know it?

You Mo and the others shook their heads slightly, secretly saying in their hearts that this barrenness is already hopeless.

This person is too self-righteous, thinking that he is invincible in the world, and he is defiant of winning more than two thousand geniuses list.

"Xiao Fan, if you have a seed, don't let your master take action and fight me fairly." Huang Wujiang grinned coldly at Xiao Fan.

He was thinking in his heart: "His master must be one of the top 1,000 geniuses of the Ten Thousand Races, otherwise it would not be so strong, but with my strength, even if Xiao Fan can't be killed, it is not difficult to defeat him."

Xiao Fan and the others looked at Wu Bian weirdly, and they couldn't help but wonder in their hearts that this kid might not be sick, and he was still very sick.

After pondering for a while, Xiao Fan hooked his finger: "I hope you don't regret it!"

After all, You Mo and others all retreated far away, as if I wouldn't interfere.

With a grinning grin, Huang Wujiang rushed towards Xiao Fan with extreme speed.

The crowd could only see an afterimage, even, most people believed that Huang Wujiang was still hiding its strength just now.

It's just that the next moment, everyone's eyes widened, enough to lay an egg in their mouth.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, the afterimage of the desolation suddenly appeared, standing still in the void, but there was an extra palm on his neck.

"What?" Everyone couldn't help taking a breath. It was the owner of the palm, not someone else, it was Xiao Fan. "You are really weak!" Xiao Fan shook his head lightly, and uttered a few words calmly.