"You're no match for me!"

Zhang Fan's tone was extremely indifferent, the clouds were light and the wind was light, and he fluttered away with the wind.

But when it fell on the ears of Ximen Shangtang, it seemed to wake him up like a blow to the head, and the power that was originally like a lion suddenly dispersed.

For a moment, it was as if the whole thing had aged for decades in an instant.

"Old Ancestor~"

The little girl named Ximen Xue'er beside him also noticed that something was wrong, although she seemed to understand it or not, but she understood it a little.

While stretching out his little hand worriedly to hold Ximen Shangtang's palm, he looked at Zhang Fan hatefully, and almost shouted the words "You are a bad guy".

How could such a little girl's hostility be placed in Zhang Fan's eyes, he smiled at her, and then his eyes were full of light, and he looked at Ximen Shangtang.

"You ......"

As if he had made some painful decision, Ximen Shangtang almost gritted his teeth and said: "Let her leave Liangzhou, give you the Qi Technique, and then fight with the old man!"

When he spoke, his hair was open, like a raging lion's roar.

In his life, he had never begged people like this, high in the previous life, and in the end, he had no compromise for the sake of the inheritance of the sect and bloodline.

As soon as the words fell, Ximen Shangtang raised one hand flat, spread in front of him, a cloud of seven-colored brilliance on it, slowly condensed, if thousands of rainbows converged, magnificent and dazzling.

Under the reflection of this colorful brilliance, the aura around it also shows colorful changes, which are beautiful and suspicious of not being in the world.

"Qi Lookout!"

The voice of the ascetic man, through the connection between the two, directly entered Zhang Fan's mind.

"This old man is also willing to do it, for fear that you will not believe it, so he will directly use his own comprehension to condense the Wangqi technique and inherit it. ”

"Qi is divided into seven colors, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, with seven colors, divided into seven levels of aura, which is a unique secret method of Qi Vision. ”

This point, just by relying on the color changes of the aura in the sky, Zhang Fan can know a thing or two.

This place is on the border of Liangzhou, where the aura is barren, and it is red to the eye, and when you look along the north, the color gradually changes, and there are signs of orange.

Zhang Fan knew that to the north, nearly 10,000 miles away, was the mountain gate of the Xuantianmen of the Youzhou faction, and the change in the color of the aura in the sky was related to the spiritual veins of the Xuantianmen.

"Here you go!"

Ximen Shangtang gritted his teeth, threw it in his hand, and the colorful light cluster brought out a streamer and flew into Zhang Fan's hand.

"Thank you, Simon. ”

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, glanced at the little girl deeply, and said, "As you wish!"

As soon as the words fell, he wiped it on the spirit beast bag with his hand, and Mo Lingwu cried, whistling in the sky.

"Mo Ling, take this little girl out of Liangzhou and put her in the nearest town. ”

After explaining two sentences, Zhang Fan turned around and looked at the West Gate Shangtang with a smile.

"Okay, if you're so confident, aren't you afraid that the old man's juniors will seek revenge on you?"

Simon Shangtang stroked the top of the little girl's head and asked, with a look of reluctance.

In normal times, no matter how much he values the most promising descendants of this clan, he will not be like this, and now the hero is twilight, and he is extremely sentimental.

"Revenge?"

Zhang Fan smiled indifferently and said, "Zhang is waiting." ”

"It's not too early. ”

Looking at the sky, he said as if he had not intended it.

"That's it. ”

Ximen Shangtang put the dazed little girl on Mo Ling's back, and then took a step back.

"Ancestor ~~~ Zong"

At this point, the little girl reacted, although she didn't know why, but she still felt that this time she was afraid that she would say goodbye forever.

The desolate voice, already faint, was immediately inaudible as the Mo Spirit roared through the air.

Ximen Shangtang's gaze followed Mo Ling's back until it disappeared into the sky.

From beginning to end, Zhang Fan didn't mean to probe the Qi Technique, but he casually incorporated it into his sleeve.

Seeing this, Ximen Shangtang, who had just withdrawn his gaze from the sky, said with a slight sarcasm: "Aren't you afraid that the old man will give you a fake?"

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, and said indifferently: "Zhang believes in the character of Ximen Zhenren, and then ......."

If he glanced at the other party meaningfully, he continued: "If there is a mistake, it must be a mistake, and Zhang will go to find the little baby to retrieve it." ”

This is clearly a naked threat.

Ximen Shangtang's face changed instantly, and he immediately returned to normal.

"Humph!"

"The old man still disdains to do such things, and I hope you will keep your promise. ”

As soon as the words fell, the momentum of the West Gate Shangtang rose to the sky, the whole person's waist pole was straight, the terrifying power spread, and the earth on all sides was also cracked.

"Donghua Zhenren, let's shoot!"

"It is better to die at your hands than to be humiliated at the hands of children. ”

Suddenly like autumn coolness, tragic and solemn, fighting for the death, in the language, Zhang Fan was implicitly placed in the same position.

A master like Ximen Shangtang, if he falls into the hands of an unknown person, it is the biggest insult, since it is difficult to escape death, then he would rather die in the hands of Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan naturally understood what he meant, his expression was solemn, and he said: "Zhang Mou will fulfill you!"

"Boom!"

The golden crow chirped, and the bell of the Eastern Emperor rang in an instant, shattering thousands of miles of stratus clouds and thousands of mountains and mist.

Ximen Shangtang, the last Yuanying real person in Yong and Liang, fell!

The battle with Ximen Shangtang has no suspense at all, even if he is in his heyday, the victory or defeat must be fought to know, and now he has been seriously injured by Candle Jiuxiao, and without a hundred years of retreat, he is not Zhang Fan's opponent at all.

When the last bell of the Eastern Emperor rang and the West Gate Shangtang fell, even Zhang Fan couldn't help but sigh.

"Ximen Shangtang can be regarded as a generation of heroes, and it is sad and sad to end up like this. ”

With a flash of red light, the ascetic flew out of the Bodhi Garden and said in amazement.

"If he has the strength to reverse the world, how can he defeat him in the Tianhan Grassland, in the final analysis, it is nothing more than strength. ”

Zhang Fan cleaned up his mood and turned his gaze to perseverance.

In the past few days, he has killed many strong people in a row, and each of them was high up in the Tianhan Grassland before the first battle, like a god, defeated in a battle, not as good as grass mustard.

"Old Ku, I won't let Qinzhou end up like this. ”

"Definitely not!"

It is not a vain statement.

Over the years, Faxiangzong and Qinzhou, who had no sense of belonging, have become more and more important in his mind, thinking that if he loses, he will be called Yongliang today, and he will be Qinzhou in the Ming Dynasty, how can he not care.

Xiruo, Candle Jiuxiao, Feng Jiuling......

On the land of Qinzhou, there are still many people he cares about, or cares about him, and if he wants to prevent these people from dying like Ximen Shangtang, he can't lose.

Now that he is Donghua Zhenren Zhang Fan, he is already qualified to say such a thing, just like he said, if he hadn't stood up and turned the tide, Faxiangzong and Qinzhou would have been destroyed.

This is the role of the top powerhouse.

"Huhuhu~~"

The heavy snow, which had been accumulated for an unknown amount of time, finally fell with the north wind.

Between heaven and earth, suddenly into a white expanse, the traces of the previous war, the remains of the West Gate Shangtang, all covered up without a trace, to be in the coming year, and become fertile soil, there is lush grass, cattle and sheep herds.

"Hahahaha~"

Seeing this snow scene, suddenly, Zhang Fan laughed out loud: "In the end, it is really clean in the white expanse, hahahaha~"

Turn around and stroll away.

Behind him, in the sound of black crying, a rainbow light flew from a distance.

"Huh?"

"Did you do it to that little girl?"

"It's just to lock the gate of heaven, otherwise why would the younger generation let Mo Ling send it away?"

"It's just a little girl. ”

"I'm doing this for her good! Be an ordinary person, rich for a hundred years, and have children and grandchildren around your knees, isn't it?"

......

The sound faded away, a white sky, two small black dots, and finally disappeared.

......

Qin, Yong, Liang, the three-state war, began in the Tianhan grassland, and finally on the border grassland of Liangzhou, with the Donghua real person Zhang Fan personally shot, the Beichuan real people, Ximen real people and other Tianhan grassland fish that slipped through the net, one after another after all the killing, the overall situation has been decided.

Yong, Liang two states, one of the world's nine states, its pillar force Yuanying Zhenren, all destroyed, no longer the power of resistance.

Since then, all kinds of things have been brushed aside.

Qinzhou built a foundation and became a master of knotting, stationed in the two states on a large scale, and began to strangle the last resistance forces.

Everywhere, ten years without stopping, one by one young masters emerged, on the big stage of the immortal cultivation world, everything is just like more than a hundred years ago, Zhang Fan, Ji Zhiyun, Xi Ruo, Bai Yiyi and others, scolded Fang Xuan.

Yong, Liangzhou, large and small sects, like a ready-made stage, the fall of each sect is a good opportunity for the young generation of masters to become famous.

Fight, fight, fight!

Ten years of bloody war, in the eyes of the world, the three-state war ended with Zhang Fan's departure, but in front of these young people, it is a big stage that lasts for more than ten years.

In the blink of an eye, another decade.

Spring goes to autumn, ten times of cold and summer, and in the last reincarnation, the blood-stained Yong and Liang states have the meaning of fading away.

Twenty years of wind and rain finally came to an end.

The three major sects of Qinzhou, who have closed the mountain for a hundred years to accumulate strength and cultivate their children, finally showed their edge in this battle, like a treasure knife and a long sword drinking blood.

Twenty years is enough to cultivate a new generation of immortal cultivators, and the silence of the last ten years makes it difficult to see traces of Yuanying Zhenren in the territory of Sanzhou.

All this is just like when Zhang Fan was a teenager, Grandmaster Jiedan was already able to look up, it was already rare, and the high-ranking Yuanying real person couldn't even know his name, only all kinds of bizarre legends were circulating in secret.

The idols of the new generation are those who have emerged in the smoke of the past ten years!

Generations of talented people have come out, each leading the way for hundreds of years.

This generation of Faxiangzong is extraordinarily beautiful.

The three newly promoted Sect Masters of the Sect of the Sect of the Dan were shocked for a while, even if they were many veteran Sect Masters, they were not the opponents of the three of them.

Cunning, unpredictable, and leisurely;

Talented, free and easy, dragon;

Calm and steady, good but not stupid, Long Yun!

All are: Donghua Gate!

(To be continued)