"Hmph, your strength has not improved, and you have not changed your shameless words. Today I want to see why you can beat me!" Ding Yong could not hear Ye Fan's teasing intention, and he immediately said angrily.

"It's up to your brother's last words before his death. You must know that I, Ye Fan, have never disappointed me!" Ye Fan replied with a smile, and Yun Danfeng Qing.

"You... die for me!" Thinking of Ding Kuang's last few words, Ding Yong's face suddenly changed, as if he was pinched to the point of weakness. He shouted loudly and rushed towards Ye Fan immediately.

"For the sake of his own strength and status, I killed my brother with my own hands. At this moment, I am still standing here with a high-sounding sound to avenge him. You are such a person, really hypocritical!"

Ding Kuang's rapid blow failed to have any effect. Ye Fan's voice came from behind him the next moment, full of mockery.

"You...you dare to talk nonsense anymore!" Ding Yong felt a deep sense of guilt in his heart and became more and more excited.

The biological brothers who grew up together finally came to Lingxiao Palace from the family and formed the Ding family. They reached their current status, but eventually ended up killing each other. This is really sad.

"Forget it, it's useless to talk to a cold-blooded person like you. Today I will make you regret it!" Ye Fanyan had already reached this point and had no idea to continue speaking. These two sentences alone were enough to humiliate Ding Yong and make him unable to raise his head in front of everyone.

"Clang!"

The ancient sword behind it was pulled out by Ye Fan, causing a roar of swords. The blade shone brightly under the sunlight, dazzling and dazzling.

"Look at me to take off the air stick!" Feeling the powerful sword power faintly in front of me, Ding Yong also summoned his spiritual weapons and planned to have a formal battle with Ye Fan.

"Brush!"

The moment the lifting stick appeared, Ye Fan had already danced his arms and slashed out several sword lights.

The appearance of the sword light made the air sharper, and whistled towards Ding Yong opposite him.

Although he was already a powerful person at the fifth level of the first level, Ding Yong had just entered the country and his cultivation level was not yet stable. At this moment, he was inevitably a little busy. The lifting stick in his hand danced wildly, barely resisting Ye Fan's several sword lights.

"It's true that you can do it, but your strength is still too weak!" Ye Fan looked at this scene and did not pursue the victory anymore, but sighed in the same place.

Ding Yong's strength is overwhelming against Cai Bo, let alone deal with him.

"What can I do if I only have a few swords? Now it's my turn!" Ding Yong came back to his senses from his embarrassment just now, threw the air stick forward in his hand, and directly smashed it towards Ye Fan.

The lifting stick has its own meaning to lifting the sky. It can break away from the master's hands against the enemy, and has the effect of being unaware of it.

"Brush!"

As soon as the lifting stick left Ding Yong's palm, it spun directly in the air, causing strong winds around him, which made Ye Fan's clothes float.

This is the residual power derived from the lifting stick, but it is comparable to the Chen family's unique skill, whirlwind god legs. The power of the spiritual weapon cannot be underestimated.

"Break it for me!"

Facing the rapidly rotating lifting stick, Ye Fan's face was slightly dark. The sword had sword power, and the stick naturally had special powers of stick-type spiritual weapons, and it should not be underestimated.

"boom!"

Ye Fan waved the ancient sword with the greatest power in his body and slashed it hard on the lifting stick, causing a shocking sound in the air.

“Buzz…”

A power of a spirit soldier spread out from the center and swept towards the outside world like ripples.

"What……"

Faced with the sudden attack, everyone outside was hit hard, and their bodies were shaking, but they were not injured.

"Dingdeng!"

In the center of the platform, Ye Fan took three steps back, his face was covered with a little flush due to excessive force. The lifting stick had been slashed back by his sword and fell back into Ding Yong's hands.

Ye Fan blushed at this moment, but Ding Yong's face turned even redder. It was his full-strength attack just now, but he never thought that it would only make Ye Fan take three steps back.

"This stick is good, but you are still too weak!" Ye Fan calmed down the breath in his body. He misjudged the power of the lifting stick, so he looked a little embarrassed.

"You..." Hearing Ye Fan's comment, Ding Yong's face turned a little blue, and every word Ye Fan said was an insult to him.

This lifting stick is a treasure stick passed down by the Ding family ancestor. How can it be weak? It was passed on to Ding Yong because of his eldest son. At this moment, he seemed to have insulted the power of the stick.

"Ye Fan, since you are so arrogant today, let you see how powerful I am!" Ding Yong's breath slowly changed as he spoke, and the power in his body gradually increased, and the lifting stick in his hand increased by a meter.

"If you can die with my storm, you should be at peace!" As the strength increased, Ding Yong's heart suddenly became confident. As the stick in his hand danced, the wind and clouds changed, as if the heaven and earth were responding to his call, helping to increase the power of this stick.

Fengyun's stick is an extremely rare spiritual weapon martial arts, which belong to stick-type martial arts. This is passed down by the ancestors of the Ding family and the flying stick. It was originally used as the trump card of the battle against the disciples of the Earth-Split later, but now Ye Fan is too strong, so he has to use it first.

"What a storm!" Feeling the powerful power in front of him, Ye Fan's eyes narrowed slightly. He had encountered spiritual weapons and martial arts skills. Ling Yue had used Qianqiu Sword Technique in battle, but this was just the most ordinary sword technique and could not be called spiritual weapons and martial arts skills.

The real spiritual weapons martial arts can maximize the power of spiritual weapons and also contain the power of martial arts. Just like a blow in this moment, the world almost responded to its call, which was extremely terrifying.

"Die me!" The lifting stick made Ding Yong's power soar. The martial arts Fengyun had reached its peak momentum. He carried the wind and clouds all over the sky and knocked on Ye Fan.

"If you used this move four months ago, Ding Kuang would not die, but now..." Faced with this attack that could almost instantly kill the fifth level of the first level, Ye Fan had no intention of being nervous. At some point in front of him, a rune pattern had slowly flowed.

Ye Fan actually had many ways to resist this stick, such as the blood-colored inch light, the fantasy world divine fist, and even directly dodging with teleportation, but he did not. At this moment, the least expensive thing for Ye Fan was a martial art that he had just learned for a while.

"Draw the land as a prison, go for me!"

Accompanied by Ye Fan's light shout, the strange pattern shot directly at Ding Yong's body, and the next moment it had already penetrated into his body.

"brush!"

A strange scene appeared in the middle of the field, and a man with a ferocious face was standing there in an attacking posture, while he was holding a long stick with an extremely terrifying power.

On the other side of him, a young man stood calmly, with a long stick just a few centimeters above the young man's head, but it has not fallen behind for a long time. (To be continued)
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