I don't know how many times this sword has been unsheathed, and every time it is unsheathed, it means that a fierce battle is about to begin.

The cold cyan light flickered, causing the surrounding temperature to drop.

"I took this battle. Fan Lang drew his sword out of its sheath, and his voice was calm.

High up, Tianzong Dansheng nodded, felt the young man's determination, and said, "Since you are willing, you can fight with Meng Feilei." Remember to stop at the point, don't be too reluctant, after all, the realm gap between you is too big. ”

"The disciple understands, I will make some agreements with Meng Feilei. ”

Speaking of this, Fan Lang looked at Meng Feilei with his sword.

The two of them looked at each other, each of them looking calm, and there were waves hidden under this calm.

"Let's set two rules. In this fight, you and I prohibit other foreign objects except weapons. You are two realms higher than me, for the sake of fairness, you are not allowed to use the Dao Seal, how about it?" Fan Lang was not a reckless man, and after the battle, he put forward the corresponding conditions.

Meng Feilei laughed, showing contempt: "No problem, not only do I not use the Dao Seal, but I also let you use one hand to hold the sword with one hand to fight with you, so it's always okay, right?"

"Yes, that's it. Fan Lang pulled a sword flower, the cold light swirled around him, and he once again entered the dragon hidden form, and dragon patterns appeared on his body.

The other party is a Xuan Sheng, who is very different from the Xuan Emperor, and will be a fierce rival.

The rule of disabling Dao Seal can shorten the gap between the two.

The Dao Seal can change the way of heaven, and the effect is against the heavens and gods, surpassing many treasures, which is really tricky. With the Dao Seal banned, this battle still has to be fought.

Fan Lang's dantian swirled and erupted, and the Xuan Li was like a storm, released from the dantian, injected into the limbs and hundreds of remains, washing every inch of flesh and blood.

His blood became hot, adjusted to the best state, and found the perfect balance between tension and relaxation, which is the experience accumulated from one battle after another, and it is also a combat instinct that the system cannot give.

To get to this point, Fan Lang relies on more than just the system.

Hundreds of thousands of witnesses around witnessed the battle.

They can be regarded as eye-opening, Fan Lang first refined the ten-star elixir, then defeated Xuanhuang Lin Hubiao in two moves, and now he wants to challenge the peerless Shuangjiao Meng Feilei, it is simply a miracle!

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't have believed it.

Meng Feihong tilted her head, her high-end antique hairstyle swayed lightly with the wind, her beautiful eyes flashed with brilliance, and she looked at Fan Lang with interest.

Her brother was about to fight Fan Lang, but she was not focusing on her brother at this time, but Fan Lang.

No way, Fan Lang's performance today is too eye-catching.

"I'm here to be a student, he's here to be a mentor, it's interesting. But he made a big mistake, he really shouldn't accept this fight, my brother went crazy, but it was terrible. ”

Meng Feihong's mind floated, and the corners of her vermilion lips slightly raised a touch of arc.

A high-level grandstand area, where the three vice presidents gathered, are only second to the Tianzong Dansheng.

Among the three, Long Xiaotian widened a pair of copper bell eyes, and looked at Fan Lang with burning eyes, as if his eyes were about to erupt into flames.

Long Xiaotian had already paid attention to Fan Lang a long time ago, and all kinds of rumors about Fan Lang were stirring his nerves.

I witnessed Fan Lang's dominance just now, and verified a lot of rumors, and it was really not groundless, which made Long Xiaotian very excited.

"There must be some secret in this kid! if I can reveal his secret, maybe I can ......"

Long Xiaotian was secretly excited, his mood was like a drum, and it was difficult to calm down.

The venue became a battlefield.

Meng Feilei slowly pulled out his sword, he, like Fan Lang, was also a kendo martial artist who loved swords. As the blade unsheathed, three pairs of wings stretched out from his back, of different sizes and shapes, gushing with energy.

There were many sword qi looming around, emitting a piercing screaming sound, and a radius of ten zhang turned into a forbidden place, once it set foot in it, it meant danger.

The tip of Meng Feilei's sword was aimed at Fan Lang's eyebrows, and the tip of the dragon scale sword was also aimed at his eyebrows.

The starting style of a swordsman is usually the eyes, the tip of the sword, the tip of the toes, and the three points are connected in a line, and the edge is pointed directly at the enemy.

This small gesture may seem insignificant, but it is of extraordinary importance.

A truly strong person will pursue perfection in all aspects, not even letting go of a single detail. The confrontation between life and death can be as small as a thousand miles, and a little detail may determine life and death.

What kind of mind is a martial artist cultivating his mind?

Of course, it's not a normal mind.

Rather, it ignites a raging fire in the heart of the pursuit of supreme.

With this kind of martial spirit, he is strict with himself and shows his sharpness. Almost every strong man has come over like this.

Time seemed to stand still, and the surroundings became quiet.

Almost at the same moment, Fan Lang and Meng Feilei's eyes both flashed with essence, and they attacked at the same time!

Both of them used aggressive offensive moves, Fan Lang showed the Nine Hatred Sword Technique, and Meng Feilei displayed the Hundred Bird Sword Technique, both of which had their own merits.

The general rules of the warrior's attack - the place that must be saved when attacking the enemy.

When both are attacking, the more lethal side will have a greater initiative, forcing the enemy to switch to the defensive and fall into passivity.

A sword is coming to his head, who dares not to save it?

This is the so-called place where the enemy must be saved.

If you want to achieve this goal, the first must be fast, and the second must be ruthless.

The two sides directly launched a competition for speed, and whoever is one point faster will be able to grasp the initiative.

Fan Lang held the sword in his hand, the major acupuncture points opened, and the meridians were instilled with Xuan power, turning into strands of sword qi, which erupted behind him, forming white rays of light, making his speed rise steadily.

Meng Feilei on the opposite side spread his six wings, and the lightning on the wings flickered, and his figure blended into the light and shadow, becoming blurred.

Under normal circumstances, it is impossible for the Xuan Emperor realm to be as fast as Fan Lang, but he has six times the speed to cheat and break through the limit.

Swish!

The two of them moved at high speed, causing a thunderous scream, extremely harsh.

Not many of the people present could see the movements of the two clearly, and many could only see the incomparable light and shadow.

Fan Lang and Meng Feilei staggered by, and both of them were injured, and each had an extra wound on their bodies, which meant that the speed of the confrontation just now was similar.

Meng Feilei, the opponent, really forced out Fan Lang's potential, and the strength he showed in this move was much stronger than when he dealt with Lin Hubiao before.

"I'm actually injured, and he, a Xuan Emperor, can keep up with my speed?"

Meng Feilei was shocked in his heart, only to feel incredible.

In this battle, he had the intention of crushing Fan Lang, but now it seems that it is not so simple.

A sonic boom sounded in mid-air.

Fan Lang turned sharply in mid-air, the sword qi spewed from his back scattered and splashed in mid-air, he ignored his injuries, and rushed towards Meng Feilei with injuries, trying to gain an advantage.

Nine Hate Swordsmanship!

One hate, the villain is in charge!

Two hatreds, God has no eyes!

Three hatreds, good people have a short life!

Fan Lang made three moves in a row, and the sword moves were full of hatred, using hatred to stimulate his own potential, and burst out with lethal lethality.