Urban Madness

\"Hahaha, brat, you look down on me too much, you want to use your body to resist my fist, where is your confidence?\"

Seeing Ye Fan's chest straightened up with a confident expression, Song Yushu laughed in anger, but he wanted to kill Ye Fan in his heart. More determined.

He knew very well that if he didn't use absolute strength to kill Ye Fan this time, his reputation would be ruined.

Faced with a boy from the 36th grade, Zi Chen, who repeatedly provokes his dignity, as long as the core disciple will not tolerate this kind of thing, he must give such a person an absolute lesson and give him a chance to reflect. nothing.

Punish!

This is the only result. Only in this way can the hatred in his heart disappear.

\"Huh, there is so much nonsense, come if you want to kill!\"

Ye Fan stood there, facing Song Yushu who was extremely angry.

now. He has already urged the Heavenly Tyrant Body to make a perfect response.

At the same time, the Great Desolate Divine Fire continued to burn, and the power of these different fires continuously improved the power of the Heavenly Overlord Body, making his body indestructible and indestructible.

Song Yushu suppressed his cultivation level to the second stage of Transcending Tribulation, causing the power of King Dao's Killing Fist to decrease. Even if it was the super magical power of the holy rank, it was still nothing before the heavenly hegemonic body.

This is Ye Fan's real plan!

This time, he wanted everyone to understand that it was not only Shuiyue Holy Land that had the strongest monk. As long as his own efforts and talents were sufficient, then even the monks from the 36th grade could still defeat the lofty arrogance.

However, in the eyes of those outside monks, whether it is the disciples of Shuiyue Holy Land. The monks from the other stars all thought he was seeking his own way.

\"This kid is really crazy, this is completely giving up treatment, poor!\"

\"Using a physical body to forcefully shake the kingly way of Master Yushu, this is wishful thinking!\"

\"Yes, this kingly killing fist is a holy-level supernatural power. It is said to be a monk from the 36th grade of Zichen Star. Even the core disciple of the Shuiyue Holy Land, if you want to use your body hard, it is impossible I did it.\"

Countless monks shook their heads. In their hearts, Ye Fan was almost a dead person.

Because everyone saw Song Yushu's determination to kill, Ye Fan thoroughly angered him.

\"what!\"

Song Yushu roared, the power of his whole body was catalyzed to the king's killing fist.

The sky and the earth were shaking constantly, and the surrounding space was plunged into oppressive darkness.

All the monks retreated one after another, and they didn't even dare to bear the aftermath of the king's killing punch.

\"Ye Fan...\"

Yun Qingwu stretched out her hand, towards Ye Fan's direction.

She didn't like Ye Fan. However, if she hadn't attracted Song Yushu's attention and let the other party actively pursue it, so many things would not have happened.

Now, Ye Fan is really dying, and she also has an inescapable responsibility.

\"What's the matter with this kid, why must he confront Song Yushu? If he uses his body skills to compare Wang Dao's killing fist, he still has a hint of vitality. Why does he have to use his body to shake it hard? What does he want to prove?\"

\"Hey... I killed it after all!\"

\"Sorry, everything is my fault, but I can't help you!\"

...

Yun Qingwu felt extremely guilty in her heart.

She wanted to save Ye Fan, but in this situation, she faced Song Yushu who was completely angry. She can't do much.

However, facing the fact that she killed Ye Fan because of herself, she couldn't feel relieved.

\"Boom!\"

No matter how tangled her heart is, the result will appear. Song Yushu's kingly killing punch finally landed from the sky, suppressed it, and bombarded Ye Fan's body.

\"Boom, boom, boom!\"

At this moment, Song Yushu's fist hit Ye Fan's chest straight.

The surrounding earth. Deep pits of energy bursting continuously appeared, and powerful shock waves dispersed in all directions, causing many monks to fly out directly.

Although everyone knew in advance that this was a holy power, the power of this shock wave still shocked many monks.

Aftermath is so powerful, then, how terrible is the power of fist in the center?

Ye Fan was at the center of this bombardment. How is he now?

This is the doubt in the hearts of all the monks, Hongling Patriarch's eyebrows are tight, even if he uses the formation to catch this power, it is not a simple matter. Ye Fan uses his body to resist, which is too exaggerated.

Everyone looked in Ye Fan's direction. At this moment, in everyone's imagination, he might already be muddy.

\"Huhuhu...\"

The wind howled and the dust danced wildly.

\"It's over, Ye Fan turned into fly ash.\"

\"Hahaha, this kind of trash thing also wants to fight Brother Song, is he qualified? Turning to fly ash is his only destination!\"

\"Brother Song is mighty. Brother Song is invincible!\"

For a time, the shouts of many other cultivators from the stars and the disciples of the Water Moon Palace were all mixed together.

Just when everyone thought Ye Fan had been blasted to pieces, the wind swept away and the dust dissipated. The scene on the battlefield is clearly revealed.

...

\"what?\"

\"How is this possible?\"

Shocked voices filled the audience, no one could imagine that Ye Fan was still alone on the battlefield. Song Yushu's fist was pressing on his chest, and the two of them froze in a stalemate.

\"He, he is not dead?\"

\"No. Look at it, Song Yushu seems to be in pain!\"

\"No way, Ye Fan resisted it?\"

This kind of scene is too shocking, and everyone's hearts are unable to calm down. A monk can rely on his body to resist the magical powers of the holy rank. Who will believe it?

However, the facts are here.

\"you!\"

Song Yushu's face was flushed, and the power of his whole body rushed to his fist, trying to break Ye Fan's defense.

However, he felt that Ye Fan was like a sacred mountain of Xumi.

Tall, magnificent, and indestructible!

And he himself, like an ant, is powerless.

\"Hmph! How can the power of ants shake the mountain? Go back!\"

Ye Fan snorted coldly, his eyes glowed with divine fire, and then, an invisible force directly flew Song Yushu out.

Song Yushu couldn't resist, he backed seventeen or eight steps, and finally fell to the ground with a buttock, making a big ugly.

\"puff!\"

Song Yushu, who fell to the ground, splashed out with a mouthful of blood and was hit hard.

\"what is this?\"

\"He... how did he do it, is it amazing?\"