"Boom!"

A loud noise came up with a cloud of dust and smoke on the ground, which shocked everyone quickly looked over. Zhao Guodong, who was more than three meters tall, appeared in the dust and smoke like lightning. Then there was a scream and the sound of his fist hitting his body.

"Li Luo?" Chen Lixin stood up and shouted worriedly. Although she knew that Li Luo was very strong, she did not expect that Li Luo would lose to her opponent so quickly.

"Oh, it's really lively here."

As the sound came, more than a dozen figures appeared on the surrounding buildings. They stood in groups of three or five, holding their arms and watching the fun. They looked almost gloating on their faces, and no one helped.

The dust dissipated, revealing the big pit on the ground. Compared with the one under Xiao Fan, the big pit that Li Luo smashed was more than twice that of Xiao Fan. It was thought that the blow he had suffered was much more severe. Zhao Guodong stood up with Li Luo alone, as if he was carrying a little chicken in his hand, effortless.

Li Luo was beaten to the point of being beaten to death, his body collapsed in many places, and his combat uniform was torn apart, his face and head were covered in blood, and he was extremely embarrassed.

Seeing this scene, a trace of anger flashed across Chen Lixin's face. She dropped her handkerchief and rushed towards Zhao Guodong with her feet. The two daggers in her hand flashed with cold light. As she ran, the daggers in her hand made a sudden move and shot towards Zhao Guodong's face. The two daggers took Zhao Guodong's eyes and mouth respectively.

Although her moves were very sharp and had good accuracy, her opponent was a violent bloody warrior who had tempered his body with dragon blood. In fact, the thrown weapon of dagger can be damaged. Sure enough, Zhao Guodong looked at the dagger that was shot in disdain, without blinking, and waved his fist to touch Li Luo's belly.

"Wow!" Li Luo opened his mouth and spewed out a large mouthful of blood, which were mixed with some blood clots and organs.

"Drink!" Chen Lixin, who was already very angry, was almost crazy by Zhao Guodong's actions, but he was helpless. He was no longer a little girl, and he had to behave properly. His blind impulse would only lead to worse results. Reason quickly occupied Chen Lixin, who was in a crazy state, and his anger flashed on his face, and his body rushing forward suddenly stopped.

The dagger shot at Zhao Guodong, and was clamped between his fingers. With a sudden force, the alloy-forged dagger was folded into several sections and still on the ground. He was still holding Li Luo in one hand, and the blood in his mouth continued to flow out.

"Xiao Fan?"

Chen Lixin was very anxious. Although she didn't like Li Luo, she was also a good friend. She couldn't watch her beating to death by this strong man. During the field training, Li Luo and her brother were protecting herself. After thinking about it carefully, Chen Lixin felt that she had never really fought with monsters. The scenes of the past flashed through her, which made her feel even more uncomfortable, and she wanted to rush over and tear the strong man to pieces.

However, just as she was scratching her mind, a figure stood beside her, and a masculine aura came over her, as if a swaying boat had found a shelter. Chen Lixin suddenly felt that she had a support, and that feeling could calm her down quickly.

"I'll do it." The two faint words express the man's responsibility.

Xiao Fan picked up the blood-colored heavy sword on the ground, stepped on the ground with his feet, and rushed out quickly. The heavy sword drew a spark on the concrete ground.

"Xiao Fan is so good." A trace of admiration flashed across Sarude's face, sitting on the ground. He is the number one warrior of Mongolia and rarely admires others. He even has never admired Tang Long, the world's most powerful man. After all, he has never seen him. He is a name, but it is not enough to make him, the number one warrior with natural divine power. Mongolians have always advocated power, both in the past and present.

A spark was dripping across the ground, and a sudden arc flashed. The sword edge directly took Zhao Guodong's right arm. At the same time, a afterimage appeared on the sword body, as if two swords were slashed down one by one and one by one at the same time.

The lightning flashed under his feet, and Xiao Fan was ready to dodge at any time. At this moment, Zhao Guodong was in a violent state and was extremely powerful. No one dared to fight him. That was undoubtedly a search for death.

The two swords slashed Zhao Guodong's right arm, and the huge force forced Zhao Guodong to fly out. His right hand was slightly relaxed. Li Luo fell to the ground and was quickly sent back to Chen Lixin by Xiao Fan.

"Ah Wuwu!" The sword left a deep bone-visible scar on Zhao Guodong's right arm. According to the common sense, even a high-level warrior in the ground level could be killed by one blow. However, when facing Zhao Guodong in a violent state, he could not even cut off an arm, which shows how powerful the effect of dragon blood is.

Such a good thing has huge defects. After the dragon blood is tempered, the physical potential will be tapped. From now on, the physical fitness will not improve at all. As we grow older, our lifespan will continue to decline. Our lifespan is worse than that of ordinary people. If we can live beyond 60, we will grow older, while ordinary people can live until 150 years old. Not only that, after the dragon blood will lose its touch and lose the ability to enjoy the affairs of men and women. The domineering dragon blood continues to erode human blood factors, and every cell is as painful as if it is burned by fire.

Apart from fighting, it’s just torment. The feeling of life is worse than death. Without any chance, no one went back so stupid that he used dragon blood to temper it.

After a roar, Zhao Guodong stared at Xiao Fan with a gloomy face and bloody eyes. He looked like a bloodthirsty beast. Under such eyes, the team members around him were slightly cold.

Blood flashed in his eyes, Zhao Guodong's sharp hand bent into the shape of a monster's sharp claws, and his feet stepped on the ground, and the ground suddenly cracked, and a crack directly extended to Xiao Fan's feet. Then with a "boom", the ground exploded, and Zhao Guodong's hands directly stretched out from below, grabbing Xiao Fan's legs.

"Touch, touch!"

Mars splattered, and the sharp claws and blood-colored heavy swords collided, making a golden sound, and a spark was shot out.

"What a terrible power and speed, it can actually come from the ground, and the claws, if they are caught, their bones will be crushed." The onlookers exclaimed, and were all frightened by Zhao Guodong's fierce posture.

"Is this still a human? It's clearly a bloodthirsty beast." Various screams of exclamations and sighs came.

Xiao Fan clenched his hands slightly, silently recalling the second paragraph of the Phantom Sword Technique in his heart. Practicing the Thunder Stroke Body Technique is equivalent to practicing the second paragraph of the Phantom Sword Technique in half. Applying the Thunder Stroke Body Technique to the Phantom Sword Technique, using the strength of the body and the fierce speed to stimulate a thread of force.

Thinking of this, Xiao Fan calmed down and focused all his attention on the sword. He ignored Zhao Guodong who was rushing over, stepped on the ground with his feet. He flashed countless times in his heart. A man covered in a black face towel was holding a pitch-black sword in both hands. The sword tip quickly cut the air, and a faint lightning light was generated. Every time he cut through, a low sound of thunder burst came.

"Thunder flash, thunder sound." Xiao Fan said silently, "Cutting the air at high frequency makes the sword body sound like a sonic boom." As he said that, he grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands, and nearly 130 cm of the sword body passed through the air, creating a low "whimper" sound.

"Bang!"

The sword body collided with Zhao Guodong's fist, and a spark came out again. With the help of the rebounding power, Xiao Fan retreated more than ten meters away and raised the sword in his hand again to cut the air.

However, no matter how he cut it, there was only the "woof" sound of air flow, but it could not produce that low sound of thunder explosion, and the blood-colored sword body did not flash at all.

"What's going on?" Xiao Fan was a little anxious, and cold sweat oozed out of his forehead. Zhao Guodong's strength made him a little anxious. If he could not defeat his opponent, it would leave a shadow in his heart, and a breakthrough in the future would be even more difficult. Moreover, Zhao Guodong was vicious and had said before that he wanted to kill his whole family. If the opponent survived this time, he would have worries in the future.

Pressure, huge pressure.

The blue veins on Xiao Fan's forehead swelled up, and the violent cutting of the air in his hand unknowingly doubled the speed. The sword body stroked the air, and a low "boom" sound of thunder suddenly appeared.

"The sound of thunder explosion?" Xiao Fan was secretly happy. He was one step closer to success. Pressure was motivation. Under the huge pressure, every nerve in his body was tense, and the potential of the cells was also stimulated, and the speed suddenly increased.

However, this is not enough. To achieve that kind of level, the sword is still far from thunder and lightning.

"The speed, cutting air is important in speed, and the lightning and thunder sound are also mainly speed, phantoms, phantoms, which means that the speed reaches a terrible level. Only when the phantoms everywhere are all considered to be a real phantom." Xiao Fan murmured in a low voice. At first, he thought that a afterimage was produced, even if it was a phantom, he thought it was too naive now.

At this time, Zhao Guodong rushed over again, his fingers like ten sharp blades, piercing towards the vital points of Xiao Fan's body. It was as fast as thunder, and its power was extremely great. As long as it was inserted, he would definitely die.

Xiao Fan stepped on the ground violently, and lightning flashed at the bottom of his feet, and his body quickly left a afterimage on the spot, drifting dozens of meters away, but he was soon chased by Zhao Guodong.

He could only dodge again. During the dodge, Xiao Fan held the heavy sword tightly in both hands and slashed through the air. A low thunder sounded like a "boom" accompanied by a silver flash. The sword in his hand flashed with a trace of thunder.

"Success!" Xiao Fan was surprised.

The silver-haired man watching the battle in the distance flashed a little surprise on his face and murmured on the ground: "This kid is indeed not simple. He can actually practice the legendary Phantom Sword Technique to the second stage. It is said that even Tang Long, the world's most powerful person, has only practiced the fifth stage."

"Did you see it? It's so incredible that the boy is holding in his hand?" Several children of a big family flashed with envy. They obviously thought that the weapon in Xiao Fan's hand was a treasure. The weapons that could be accompanied by lightning flashing were very powerful. Most people don't know it, but the children of these big family know that there are eight major relics in the world, and it is said that the weapons and equipment obtained in it are magical.

"Has that kid entered the eight major ruins?" A group of children from a large family widened their eyes. All the strong men of the times were powerful people. How could they participate in such a child competition?
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