Fantasy: The Charming Master Is Sleeping, And The Stick Will Become Stronger

Yang Fan felt like he was hit by a speeding train, and his entire chest was sunken.

Click click click click.

The crisp sound of bones breaking spreads all around.

Puff!

He sprayed out a few mouthfuls of hot blood, his body shook twice, and he almost fell to the ground.

"Little bastard, die because of it!"

Yu Changye's eyes were as cold as iron.

He used all his strength with this sword, vowing to kill Yang Fan.

Yang Fan's pupils constricted, and unprecedented fear appeared on his face.

"I haven't lived enough, I can't die!"

With a thought in his mind, the black cauldron in the sea of ​​consciousness buzzed, and wisps of black air escaped from it, wrapping around his whole body.

boom!

The next moment, Yang Fan's body exploded and turned into a pile of flesh and blood.

"Fake! This guy actually split into an afterimage?"

Yu Changye's face suddenly darkened.

Whoosh!

A dark, extremely sharp dagger silently attacked Yu Changye's neck.

"Not good!" Yu Changye cursed secretly, moving his body to the side.

clang!

Yang Fan's dagger brushed his ear and flew out.

"pity!"

25 Yang Fan sighed.

After all, Yu Changye was a warrior in the Golden Core Realm, his speed was too fast, even with the cover of afterimages, he was still half a beat behind.

"Boy, you are dead!"

"I want to peel off your skin with my own hands to make a lantern and hang it on the door frame." Yu Changye's eyes flickered with viciousness.

As soon as the words fell, he turned his right hand into a palm knife and aimed straight at Yang Fan's throat.

If he cut the head of a Common man with this palm, he would definitely die on the spot.

"Huh!" Yang Fan snorted coldly, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

He took a sudden step, his figure flashed like a ghost, and he whipped his leg towards Yu Changye's waist.

Snapped!

The kick was fast and hard, causing Yu Changye's body to fly into the air, and immediately hit the ground heavily.

boom!

The hard floor was cracked with fine cracks.

"Cough cough cough!" Yu Changye spat out a mouthful of blood, his face pale.

His body was almost shattered and several ribs were broken.

The kick almost killed him.

"Damn boy!" Yu Changye yelled again and again, hating Yang Fan to the core.

"Aren't you amazing? Continue to be awesome?" Yang Fan sneered.

"I'm going to kill you!" Yu Changye was so angry that his whole body boiled with real energy, his right hand turned into a claw, and fiercely grabbed Yang Fan's chest.

Yang Fan waved his fists and greeted him.

Boom!

The two fists intersected, and the sound like a bomb was transmitted.

Yang Fan remained motionless, while Yu Changye was knocked back three or four meters.

"My attack can't do you any harm, but you can beat me back. It seems that your practice is very extraordinary." Yu Changye said.

"You guessed wrong, I didn't practice any special exercises, but I got to where I am today through my own efforts." Yang Fan said softly.

"Hehe, let's blow it up! Who do you think you are? A mere little Body Tempering Realm dares to pretend to be a genius?"

The corner of Yu Changye's mouth was outlined in mockery.

Yang Fan didn't say any more, his body burst out, his right hand turned into a knife, and slashed towards Yu Changye's throat.

Seeing this, Yu Changye sneered: "Small tricks."

"Get out!"

Yu Changye yelled angrily, and his whole body burst into bright golden light, as if he was wearing a golden battle suit, and a terrifying aura permeated the air.

His right fist slammed out violently, and a bright punch roared out, with a sharp piercing sound, smashing towards Yang Fan rumbling.

Yang Fan's face was slightly stern, and he slashed out with a dagger in both hands.

Ding!

The sound of metal and iron resounded in all directions.

Yang Fan felt a tyrannical force attack, his tiger's mouth burst open, blood dripping.

Thumb up!

He took a few steps back.

"This guy's strength is so strong?" Yang Fan's eyes showed a touch of surprise.

"Boy, you're finished!" Yu Changye grinned.

With a shake of his fists, violent zhenqi rushed out, like a torrential river, rolling towards Yang Fan mightily.

boom!

Yang Fan raised his dagger to block.

But in the next moment, his whole body was blown out, his chest collapsed, and blood flowed horizontally.

"Haha...Little bastard, I advise you to die obediently." Yu Changye laughed wildly.

"If you want to kill me, then we will die together." Yang Fan stood up, staring at Xi Chang Ye with teary eyes.

His eyes were full of madness, and he knew very well in his heart that if he waited to die, he would definitely die.

The only way is to fight hard with each other.

"Boy, you really don't know the heights of the sky and the earth." Yu Changye sneered, looking like he was convinced of Yang Fan.

boom!

On Yu Changye's arms, the golden glow surged, and the muscles were knotted, as if poured with steel bars, exuding a suffocating breath.

Then, he punched out, and the air couldn't bear the coercion, and it trembled violently.

Gritting his teeth, Yang Fan swung his left fist with all his strength, and greeted him.

clang!

The fists collided, like meteorites colliding.

Click!

There was the sound of bones breaking.

Yang Fan felt that a mountain of ten thousand catties was pressing on his body, and his internal organs seemed to be turned upside down.

"How is this possible!" Yu Changye's expression changed.

His punch just now was enough to destroy a boulder, but it didn't blow Yang Fan up.

"Don't you like to torture people very much? Now it's my turn." Yang Fan grinned, clenched his hands into fists, and bombarded Chang Ye like raindrops.

Yu Changye's face was serious, and he kept blocking.

bang bang bang

A muffled crashing sound came to everyone's ears, causing eardrums to hurt.

Every punch of Yang Fan is powerful and heavy, and every punch has a destructive momentum.

"This kid's strength is too strong!" Yu Changye's heart set off a monstrous wave.

He had exerted eight percent of his strength, but he still couldn't do anything to Yang Fan, and was defeated by the opponent instead.

Boom!

Yang Fan's right fist hit Yu Changye's chest heavily like a cannonball.

Puchi!

Yu Changye's body flew upside down and fell to the ground several feet away, his chest was sunken and blood was spraying from his mouth and nose.

"You are really stubborn enough. Since you want to die, I will help you." Yu Changye wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, got up from the ground, full of murderous intent.

He stepped on the ground with both feet, and the ground shook violently.

The next moment, Yu Changye turned into a thunderbolt and rushed towards Yang Fan, his right fist slammed out, bringing up a dazzling fist light, tearing the air, and hitting Yang Fan's head.

"Fengshen legs!"

Yang Fan jumped up, dodged, and the moment he landed, he threw out his whip leg.

swish!

The air seemed to be shattered, leaving a dark space channel.

Yu Changye snorted coldly, ignored the leg, and smashed his fists down, hitting Yang Fan's abdomen.

boom!

Yang Fan was blown out, vomited blood, and fell ten feet away.

"Boy, you are not my opponent, just submit obediently!" Yu Changye looked at Yang Fan condescendingly, and said proudly.

He is confident that he can easily crush Yang Fan to death, as long as he devours Yang Fan's martial soul, he can break through to the peak of Body Forging Realm.

At that time, his strength will definitely be improved to a higher level, and he will even be able to challenge the innate early stage.

Of course, the premise is that Yang Fan's Wuhun will not surpass his.

"I said, I will not surrender to you." Yang Fan gritted his teeth and said.

His words were loud and full of determination.

Yang Fan knows his own character and the things he believes in, and will never change.

Even though he knew he was invincible, he was unwilling to bow his head.

"You don't know how to praise, you really want to die!"

"Then I will fulfill you!"

Yu Changye punched out both fists together, like two gold meteors falling, bringing out dazzling golden lights.

Rumble!

A punch is more fierce than a punch, and the wind blows like a hurricane. .