The Falling Star Son exclaimed in surprise and staggered back in the air.

"Falling Star Holy Son, just because you are also worthy of using a sword, and you are also worthy of fighting with Senior Brother Ding?"

A loud voice like rolling thunder rumbled from afar.

Immediately followed by a rumbling sound of the earth, extremely weird, this sound is getting closer and closer, accompanied by a violent earth tremor, as if it is an earthquake, extremely terrifying.

Everyone couldn't help but turn their heads to look.

I saw that the ice peaks in the distance suddenly exploded with a bang, and the huge ice blocks splashed and rolled down, and there was a faint figure flickering in the ice dust, jumping like a star pill jumping, jumping like a stream of fire, a jump is a distance of one or two kilometers, every time it falls, it is like a meteorite smashing on the ground, and the ice peaks under your feet are smashed and burst.

And his whole body jumped thousands of meters high with the help of this rebound force.

Along the way, ice peaks burst and glaciers collapsed.

It's like a demon god who has broken out of a prison.

In the blink of an eye, the figure came closer, and with a bang, it landed on the top of an ice peak thousands of meters away from the Thousand Cold Peak, stopped, and showed its true face.

But he is a black and strong young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

He was a burly man, full of muscles and axes like a hill, full of metal power texture, wearing a tiger skin cloak, hunting and flying in the cold wind, black iron heart guards on his chest, animal skin combat boots, and a pale yellow stone bow in his hand, facing the Falling Star Son in the sky in the distance.

Countless people took a breath of cold air at this moment.

Another transcendent powerhouse.

Everywhere he passed, it was ruined, and the power of his body seemed to be a weapon of destruction, and he didn't know how many ice peaks he had broken and how many glaciers he had broken along the way, it was simply a humanoid weapon.

"It's him...... It's him, the one who asked Zhang Fan, the registered disciple of the Sword Sect!" someone in the distance exclaimed, recognizing that this black and strong young man who appeared in a shocking way was Zhang Fan, who defeated Fang Xiao'an, the dean of Qingping Academy, with two swords in the battle of [Tianyin Valley].

The crowd was in a stir.

"Who are you, you don't know whether you live or die, and you dare to meddle in my affairs?" the Falling Star Saint Son shouted angrily, he didn't know Zhang Fan, and he had accumulated infinite killing intent in his heart.

Today is the day of fame that shocked the world that he had been waiting for, and he was deflated continuously, so that the anger in his heart was about to be uncontrollable.

Zhang Fan was silent.

The Orion boy took a deep breath, thrust out of his feet, his waist and eyes were united, he held the pale yellow longbow in his hand, his arms were strengthened, and the muscles of his arms bulged like black iron hills, only to hear a clear creaking sound in the air, and the pale yellow longbow was slowly pulled away.

The longbow was eventually drawn like a full moon, and the entire bow glowed with a pale yellow glow.

There was a flash of brilliance on the bowstring, and a large pale yellow arrow slowly generated from nothing.

This bow is really huge, standing on the ground is a full person high, the bow body is simple, the whole body is yellow, there is no rune or pattern flickering on it, as if carved from a rock, the yellow arrow on the bowstring is finally formed, it is also more than two meters long, the shape is extremely exaggerated, flashing with golden flames.

This pale yellow arrow is just a phantom.

But it gives it a real metallic feel.

The tip of the arrow was aimed at the Falling Star Son in the sky.

Zhang Fan's whole person was like a statue, full of violence and killing beauty, and he opened his mouth and shouted: "Falling Star Holy Son, dare to take my arrow?"

The Falling Star Holy Son was furious, he didn't even think about it, and sneered: "Why don't you dare ......?"

The voice did not fall.

Shout!

A golden light swept across the sky.

At this moment, countless people felt that their eyes were going to be blinded by that brilliant streamer.

It was as if something terrifying had burst out of its cocoon at this moment.

A force that is indescribable in words instantly pierced the sky, as if something unstoppable was vented out, between the lightning and the stone and fire, the streamer penetrated the void and disappeared in the distance of the sky, and in the sky, there was a clear and incomparably clear crack.

Only a few truly strong people understood what was happening.

Most people are still sluggish.

In the sky, the Falling Star Saint Son and the three mysterious white-haired old servants beside him stood in a daze, with an uncontrollable look of fear on their faces.

On the ice peak, Zhang Fan still maintained the posture of opening the bow, but the pale yellow longbow had already recovered to its original state, and the big arrow on the string did not know when, it had already been shot out.

Between heaven and earth, there is a death-like tranquility.

Everyone was still immersed in the power of the earth-shattering weeping ghost god just now.

It was at this time that-

Shout!

Buzz!

The sharp whistling of the arrow breaking through the air, and the humming of the bowstring trembling, resounded between heaven and earth.

Then there were four successive popping bangs.

What no one expected happened, only to see blood mist flying in the void, white bones splattering, the Falling Star Holy Son and the three mysterious white-haired old servants behind him, originally without the slightest injury on their bodies, but at this moment, without warning, they exploded like a balloon that had been blown up, blood plasma flew out, broken bones splattered, and the bones were gone.

Kill with one stone!

The air was filled with layers of blood.

In the sky, the clouds split in two, leaving the scar of the big arrow.

Countless people took a breath of cold air at this moment.

What kind of arrow is this, what kind of power does it contain, this should be the ultimate in archery, right?

It turns out that archery has been cultivated to the extreme, and it is so terrifying!

"Good bow, good arrow, good archery!" The big fat man with white and bright ears closed his eyes, carefully reminisced for a moment, revealing a look of intoxication, and couldn't help sighing: "I didn't expect that it has only been less than three or four months, and Brother Zhang Fan's archery skills have reached such a terrifying point!"

The tall and thin young man with the sword said solemnly: "To be precise, it is the strength of his flesh that has reached an incredible level, and this sword is shot out purely with pure power...... That bow is one of the pseudo-god stone tools that Brother Ding got on the outskirts of the pseudo-god city, and it has already dried up, but I didn't expect it to have regained its power!"

On another ice peak not far away, the extremely arrogant and domineering purple figure was also a little surprised at this moment, and a pair of eyes stared at Zhang Fan on the ice peak in the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.

One stone!

Heaven and earth are silent.

For all Selangor warriors, it was as if they had experienced a bizarre dream.

Especially when they knew that this arrow was from the hand of a registered disciple of the Sword Sect, the shock in their hearts was indescribable.

The Falling Star Holy Son has no one to stop him these days, and the strength he shows is definitely the first in Selangor, and his four mysterious white-haired old servants are also unfathomable, killing people like hemp, and they can sweep the martial arts of Selangor if they choose any of them, but it is such an absolutely invincible combination in their opinion, and they can't even catch an arrow.

So......

The previous legends about Ding Hao and Zhang Fan are all true.

At this moment, almost all the Selangor warriors vaguely understood one thing - the rise of the Sword Sect seemed to be unstoppable.

The reason why these two words seem to be used is because the only doubt at present is that Mu Tianyang, the [prodigy] of Qingping Academy, has also returned from the [Hundred Saints Battlefield], if he also has to meet a strange fate and can fight against Ding Hao and Zhang Fan, then Qingping Academy can still contain the Sword Sect.

In this way, today's Thousand Cold Peak Battle has become even more important.

It will determine the martial arts pattern in Selangor from now on.

A trace of light flashed in the sky in the distance, and it fell on the ice peak where Zhang Fan was standing one after another, all of them were some young men and women, it was Ren Xiaoyao, Li Lan, Wang Xiaoqi and Ximen Qianxue and others, who came to help Ding Hao.

Zhang Fan put away his longbow and stood quietly among a group of handsome men and beauties, looking inconspicuous.

But between this world and the world, no one dares to underestimate this honest and wooden-looking Orion boy in the slightest.

Fight to fame.

And the Falling Star Saint Son and the others are like a joke, a group of jumping clowns, stepping stones, the only role of their appearance today is to set off Zhang Fan's strength and terror.

......

"The garbage has been swept away, let's fight!"

Ding Hao stood on the north peak, pointed out, and the sword light suddenly filled the void.

The sword light swept towards Mu Tianyang.

Boom!

Mu Tianyang's eyes opened and closed, the essence of light shot out, and the snow sword came out of its sheath and slashed into the air.

The sword light in the sky was woven into a net, and it was immediately cut in half by this sword, and it was annihilated in the void.

At this moment, Mu Tianyang had already merged his human sword and turned into a streamer, and he bounced up like lightning and stone, and attacked Ding Hao.

"Good time!"

The rusty sword and the magic knife instantly appeared in his hand, and Ding Hao let out a loud cry and rubbed his body.

The battle kicked off in an instant before many people could recover from the shock of Zhang Fan's shocking one-arrow might.

Ding Ding!

In the air between the south and north peaks, clusters of piercing sparks suddenly erupted.

The sound of the fierce clash of weapons was as continuous as rain hitting plantains.

The eyes of ordinary warriors could no longer catch the two figures holding the sword, and in the void, there were only endless streamers flying back and forth, drawing a trail that could not be traced like antelope hanging horns.

Occasionally, two figures appeared in the sight.

Just when many people were trying to capture the state of these two people, suddenly a sword streamer flashed by, slashing the figure.

It turned out to be an afterimage left in the void during the high-speed movement, not the real bodies of Ding Hao and Mu Tianyang.

For many of Selangor's warriors, this is an absolute sight to behold.

Although there was no terrifying aura fluctuation that was as majestic as the sea and the abyss, such a high-speed body technique and the speed at which they could not catch the sword and sword were beyond their reach and imagination.

The second is to ask for a monthly pass.