The System Takes Me to Practice

"It seems that the six of you will probably die on my phone today."

Yang Fan put away the fan, and quickly formed the seal with both hands.

"Fire escape, extinguish the fire!"

The flames with an area of ​​up to twenty to thirty square meters rushed towards Cheng Pengfu.

Cheng Pengfu waved his big hand, and a cold wind blew up, and the flame Yang Fan sent out rose a little.

Then Cheng Pengfu grabbed it in the air, and he grabbed a big sword condensed from ice.

Whoosh!

Cheng Pengfu slashed with the ice sword, but the terrifying arrogance collided with the fierce fire, producing a thick mist.

In this battle between ice and fire, the two were tied.

Suddenly, Cheng Pengfu's keen sense of consciousness noticed Yang Fan's movements and raised his big sword in front of him.

Bang!

Click!

The fist containing Yang Fan's three-point power directly hit the ice sword, the sword cracked directly, and finally shattered into pieces of ice slag.

"I have to say, boy, you can have this kind of strength at this age. You are really a genius that has been rare in a thousand years. If you can worship me as a teacher, I can ask the sect master for mercy."

Cheng Pengfu showed regret and shook his head, sorrowing for Yang Fan.

"Oh?"

Yang Fan came interested.

"I have killed so many disciples of your Sword Sect. Can I still join your Sword Sect?"

"Ha ha."

Cheng Pengfu was a little funny, said.

"If you can use those people's lives to receive you with such an enchanting talent, the Sacred Sword Gate will not mind this kind of thing more than once."

"How about, what is your answer?"

"My answer..."

Yang Fan laughed coldly.

"That's your life."

"Ugh!"

Cheng Pengfu sighed deeply, touched the storage ring, and a small clock appeared in the palm of his hand.

"Since you don't know what is good or bad, then I have to abolish you and take you back to the sect. However, it is really lucky that you can become the first person who will not die under my magic weapon."

After all, Cheng Pengfu threw the small clock, but just after leaving his hand, the small clock became very huge, and the mouth of the clock was suspended above Yang Fan's head.

Yang Fan frowned, the big clock made him feel palpitations.

"town!"

Cheng Pengfu raised his right hand and pressed it down slightly.

Hum!

The big clock trembled, pressing down on Yang Fan with a terrifying aura.

"broken!"

Yang Fan opened his right hand and Naruto's fame stunt appeared.

Wind Escape·Spiral Shuriken.

Yang Fan flicked his hand, and the spiral shuriken hit the clock directly.

Chi Chi Chi Chi!

The spiral shuriken continuously cuts the clock at the extreme speed, and then, when the shuriken is about to touch the clock, a transparent light curtain blocks the forward path of the spiral shuriken.

This situation continued for more than ten seconds, until the spiral shuriken was exhausted.

Hum!

The big clock slowly pressed down, and the aura became stronger and stronger, Yang Fan in the middle of the catastrophe vaguely felt discomfort.

Suzano!

The fire-red Susano male general Yang Fan wrapped.

Cang Dang!

Susano raised his hands and held the clock firmly.

However, the strength of the big clock's descent was too great, and Susano was also pressed down, bending more and more, until Susano was pressed into the ground.

Yang Fan frowned, took a step forward, and the next second appeared on the edge of the big bell. But a transparent barrier blocked Yang Fan.

Yang Fan put his hands on it, and the dense array of texts rushed around against the barrier.

"Break it for me!"

Yang Fan Jieyin shouted loudly.

Buzzing!

The big clock trembled violently, the transparent barrier shook, and some could not hold on.

After a few seconds, the tremor stopped and the barrier was intact.

"It's useless, I'm a quasi-immortal weapon, specially used to suppress it. Since you only have the ability to pass the catastrophe, you can't break it."

The big clock was getting closer, and Yang Fan kept sending out various attacks, but in the end it was only delayed a little bit.

Boom!

The big bell steadily fell on the ground, completely trapping Yang Fan.

"Close."

Cheng Pengfu took a big hand, and the big clock became the original size, holding it in the palm of his hand, showing a gratified smile.

"Hallmaster is mighty."

Four people not far away applauded.

Cheng Pengfu touched the small clock somewhere, and a small hole came to the top of the clock, revealing the scene inside.

Gradually, Cheng Pengfu's smile disappeared, and his eyes widened instead.

No matter how he checked, there was no trace of Yang Fan inside.

"What about people?"

Cheng Pengfu couldn't believe it.

The four were dumbfounded and looked at each other.

Suddenly, Yang Fan suddenly appeared among the four, and the four Yang Fans went to kill each.

"not good!"

The first to react was Lian Xinou, who was the strongest among the four.

Yang Fan punched out and directly knocked him off.

puff!

Lian Xinou flew back, saying that he was seriously injured.

"how is this possible!"

Lian Xinou couldn't believe that a strong man in the late stage of the fit was hit by a punch in the middle of the fit and he vomited blood.

Lian Xinou looked at Yang Fan subconsciously, suddenly his pupils shrank, his heart trembled, and he was terrified.

I saw Yang Fan's green halo and a layer of golden halo, and Yang Fan's realm was already half-step Mahayana at this time.

What a terrible existence in the Mahayana period.

From the tribulation period to the Mahayana period, it is equivalent to the gap between the evolution of carp into a dragon.

No matter how many monks during the Tribulation Period, before the Mahayana period, they are as weak as ants.

Huh!

Another Yang Fan came to Wu Zheyan. Wu Zheyan was frightened, no longer hiding something, directly burning his essence and blood and lifespan, sending out a furious blow.

Bang!

Before Wu Zheyan lost one hand, his strength was reduced by three layers, and the hasty counterattack did not stop Yang Fan's attack.

Wu Zheyan was directly blown into the air, and his body was directly knocked into the air, crashing into huge boulders. When Wu Zheyan finally stopped, the bones all over his body were shattered, with more air intake and less air out.

Whoosh!

Yang Fan pointed out, and a golden light shot at Wu Zheyan.

Wu Zheyan had one eye destroyed, opened one eye, and faced the beam of lasing, he no longer had the strength to resist.

puff!

The beam directly penetrated Wu Zheyan's head and lost his breath.

"Ding! Killing the middle-stage cultivator of the combined body will earn you 800 points, 200 luck points, and 100,000 experience."

Quiet, deathly silence!

Today's elder of the magic sword gate has died.

"brute!"

Cheng Pengfu was furious. As the master of the Law Enforcement Hall of the Sacred Sword Gate, Yang Fan beheaded the elder of the Sacred Sword Gate twice in succession. This time he was finally angry.

However, when he was angry, he did not lose his mind. With a keen sense of mind, he noticed that Yang Fan's realm had changed again and his scalp was numb.

"Hall Lord, save me!"

Shen Gaoyuan's strength was not very good, but his speed was so fast that he escaped Yang Fan's blow and flew towards Cheng Pengfu's position.

"Damn it!"

Cheng Pengfu cursed secretly, once again sacrificed the big bell, and headed towards Yang Fan.

boom!

The weakest among the four is Zhuang Xinghuai. He has only entered the middle stage of the fit for more than a hundred years, not much better than the dead Baisha.

Yang Fan took a palm shot, and Zhuang Xinghuai was shot directly into the air, vomiting blood while still in the air, and passed out.

The half-step Mahayana strong person is terrifying.