"Damn it, I'm cheating!"

Lin Fan was furious when he heard the words of the elder in white.

The other party is obviously cheating on him. It is not enough to add four or five groups together. Do you have to add the first group?

Will all of them get on after all the fights?

However, these are no longer the issues that should be considered now, because the first group of Yunlan Sect disciples have rushed into the square.

In the previous group of games, there were almost no injuries, which means that everyone is now on the field.

Originally, Lin Fan was a little stretched, and at this time he added more than 100 people. Moreover, Bai Ming, who was suspected to be a four-star combat master, naturally increased his pressure.

"There is no way. In order to improve your strength, to the life and death gate, I can only hold on!"

He gritted his teeth and knocked a person away. Lin Fan quickly swallowed a pill to recover his strength and rushed into the crowd again.

Not far away, Zi Mo was watching the game with a dull look on his face.

Although I have seen Lin Fan’s strength for a long time, now, this is not something that can be described as strong.

There were more than 300 people in front and back, but less than 200 people stayed on the court at this moment.

In other words, Lin Fan has already repelled more than 100 times.

What kind of combat power is this?

That was more than a hundred disciples of Yunlan Sect, and they were not comparable to those outsiders.

In Yunlan Sect, although these people are not worth mentioning, when they are outside, each of them is the pride of heaven.

Being able to enter the Yunlan Sect is enough to prove their talent.

But now, more than 300 young people with excellent talents have been knocked down by more than 100 when facing Lin Fan.

Moreover, the more than a hundred people who were knocked down, all spitting blood in their mouths and looked extremely miserable.

Not only that, although Lin Fan has suffered some minor injuries, he still looks lively and obviously has not reached his limit.

This is a bit terrifying. Facing the siege of 300 people, more than 100 people can you still fight?

So, what kind of star fighter is Lin Fan?

Or, has he reached the Grand Battleship?

Thinking of this, Zi Mo didn't dare to think about it any more, which was simply horrifying.

More than a month ago, when he encountered the green-haired ape in the Warcraft Mountains, Lin Fan was still defeated and was still just a seven-star fighter.

But now, in just over a month, Lin Fan has the qualification to fight against the great fighter. Such a terrifying speed of improvement is shocking.

In the square, Lin Fan was in great pain. Although these Yunlan Sect disciples were not strong, many ants bite the elephant to death, which also caused him some injuries.

Fortunately, although the strongest Bai Ming entered the square, he did not participate in the siege, which should be to preserve his strength.

But despite this, Lin Fan still felt powerless.

There are so many people.

Moreover, after seeing that the brothers who were with each other day were beaten to vomit blood by Lin Fan, the group of Yunlan Sect disciples also acted ruthlessly and took action without any mercy.

Because they were ruthless, Lin Fan lost his composure. More Yunlan Sect disciples flew backwards out of the square, even worse than those who were injured before.

Under the chain reaction, a good sect competition turned into a life-and-death arena.

There was no way, the other party fought to the death. If Lin Fan did not fight to the death, he would probably be beaten to death by these crazy disciples.

Another whip was swept out, and three Yunlan Sect disciples flew backwards and flew out of the square, and their lives and deaths were unknown.

Taking advantage of this gap, Lin Fan felt a sense of ease, and a rich black air emerged, which wrapped around his whole body in the blink of an eye.

He didn't care about being exposed, and his soul cloak, with a complete body, was cast out.

With the defense of the soul cloak, Lin Fan can basically ignore the attacks below the fighter.

Without any worries, Lin Fan just rushed around and the Yunlan Sect disciples in the square were defeated.

In the crowd, Bai Ming frowned slightly, tightened his palm, aimed the tip of the spear at Lin Fan, and rushed forward quickly.

There is no doubt that this move will be used to accumulate momentum in Bai Ming's whole body. Once it is stabbed into Lin Fan, the consequences can be imagined.

When a group of Yunlan Sect disciples saw Bai Ming stabbing him with a shot, they gave in to the Tao to avoid harming the fish pond.

Of course, Lin Fan saw Bai Ming's move, and was slightly stunned, and then flew the two people beside him, and went up to the whistling spear.

Bai Ming's strength should be comparable to Muqi before.

Lin Fan was able to fight with Mu Qi at 200 soul powers. At this time, his soul power exceeded 600, and he was naturally extremely relaxed when facing Bai Ming.

The left hand, wrapped in black gas, swung its gun tip, and the right hand rushed forward. In the blink of an eye, Lin Fan's fist shadow appeared in front of Bai Ming.

Bai Ming's reaction speed was also extremely fast. After the tip of the gun was swept away, he held the handle of the gun at the same time with both hands, and suddenly rushed forward before Lin Fan's fist was about to hit his head.

"boom!"

With a punch full of soul power, Bai Ming only felt a burst of pain in the tiger's mouth. After taking a few steps, he couldn't help but feel sweeter in his throat and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Fan ignored Bai Ming's miserable situation and stepped on the ground. His figure was raised several feet high, and he punched him down fiercely.

Bai Ming was very anxious and didn't bother to wipe off the blood from the corner of his mouth. In a panic, he had to raise his spear to resist.

"Bang!"

A crisp sound of metal clashing sounded, and Lin Fan slammed fiercely on the handle of Bai Ming's raised gun.

A severe pain came from the tiger's mouth, which made Bai Ming's face turn pale, and the spear also dropped off his hand and fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, before Bai Ming could react, Lin Fan kicked him from the top of his head again.

At such a close distance, Bai Ming could no longer defend himself, so he could only turn his head to avoid the key points.

With a strong and powerful foot, he stepped straight on Bai Ming's shoulder.

Suddenly, a sound of bone shattering sounded, and the bluestone slab under Bai Ming's feet cracked. He felt his body sinking, and his feet fell into the soil under the bluestone slab. A burst of blood surged, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out.

From Bai Ming's move to his defeat, he only breathed two or three times.

Lin Fan only took three moves, and Bai Ming was defeated. Moreover, judging from his appearance at this time, he seemed to be seriously injured.

In the square, after a brief silence, anger sounded.

"Lin Fan, it's just a competition now.

You actually disregard your friendship with your classmates and are so cruel that you will be unforgivable.

I will definitely report to the elder and expel you from the master."

"You're not convinced?"

Lin Fan turned around and glanced across the court: "You can continue to siege me!"

"Arrogant!"

"This kid is too crazy."

"Tell him a lesson and let the elders drive him out."

Angry shouts came one after another, but no one dared to come.

Lin Fan, who had knocked the person away with one blow, would not chase him at all.

But now it is different. Just like Bai Ming before, she had already lost, but Lin Fan did not mean to let him go. If Bai Ming hadn't reacted quickly, Lin Fan's last kick would have probably shot the head.

No one in the field was stupid, so naturally it was obvious that Lin Fan had a murderous intention.

Moreover, Bai Ming, the most powerful, lost, and they only gave away free food.

Lin Fan was so violent that he rushed forward.
Chapter completed!