Chapter 89: Unable to Withstand a Single Blow
Fang Tian is the name, Yu Xin is the one who knows.
That is the true strongman of their Yin Yang Institute, a master who can represent the Yin Yang Institute in the college ranking war.
But just a few days ago, he heard that Fang Tian was beaten up by someone, and it was a woman from the hospital who beat him up, which made Fang Tian lie in bed for a whole month.
This matter caused a stir throughout the Yin-Yang Institute.
Specifically, who the female student that beat up Fang Tian was, few people knew. Fang Tian also felt embarrassed, so he kept his mouth shut. Yu Xin only knew one thing, which was that this female student had a ponytail.
Her gaze was fixed on Huan Yue's ponytail, and Yu Xin's face changed completely.
Is it her?
If it's really her, he'll probably be in big trouble today. Yu Xin has seen Fang Tian being beaten up before, and his strength is even lower than Fang Tian's. It's uncertain whether he can even save his own life.
He likes fighting, but this doesn't mean he likes getting beaten up.
The smile of Huan Yue was, in Fang Tian's eyes, an evil grin that seemed to be a big grey wolf staring down at a small white rabbit.
Yu Xin cursed silently, this cold and ruthless white idiot had thoroughly ruined him today.
Cold and stern, he stepped forward, releasing his powerful aura.
"I'm not Yu Hua that fool. I'll let you know, under absolute power, all techniques are useless. A martial artist in the inner circle can never be a match for one from the outer circle."
Wearing a coarse linen garment, his simple white robe was inferior even to that of Zhao Kuo who had been defeated by Lu Fan.
With such strength, he dared to speak loudly in front of Lu Fan, and even Han Feng, who was sitting aside eating Dan medicine, saw the end of Leng Han. Han Feng was very depressed, he had just come out of the cultivation tower with great enthusiasm, only to see Ling Yao being caught. With a surge of hot blood, without saying a word, Han Feng rushed up, and as a result, he was beaten by Yu Xin and Leng Han together.
"Hmph, if I weren't injured, could these two have won so easily? That Yu Xin is somewhat formidable, but Leng Han is just an idiot. With this level of skill, he still dares to show off in front of Lu Fan, it's simply seeking death."
Leng Han obviously didn't hear Han Feng's shouting.
Drawing his sword and charging forward, Coldblood directly unfolded his own swordsmanship.
Feng Lin Kills Sword!
The wind suddenly rose around, and the cold figure suddenly merged into the wind, leaving only a white light shadow moving forward.
The speed was extremely fast, the long sword completely merged into the wind, and in an instant, it arrived in front of Lu Fan.
This is Leng Han's most proud swordsmanship, body like flowing light, sword like wind.
Lu Fan felt a surge of murderous energy coming from all directions. Front and back, left and right, the eight sides were filled with wind and killing intent.
With a turn of his hand, Lu Fan swung his sword and the aura transformed into a powerful force, instantly releasing twenty times the power.
The heavy sword moved at a speed too fast for the naked eye to see.
With a loud crash, Leng Han, who had just arrived in front of Lu Fan, was knocked flying by a single sword.
Lu Fan relied on his instincts honed from practicing basic sword techniques to judge the direction of Leng Han's killing move, and immediately counterattacked with a single strike, directly blasting open the powerful aura surrounding Leng Han.
Bang, the cold air slammed into the ground.
Behind the entire cultivation tower is a vast square, where a person-shaped deep pit was coldly blasted out of the blue stone slabs.
Sprang up instantly, with a chill in his eyes and a hint of astonishment.
What just happened in an instant? Leng Han only felt a strong, sharp aura that directly dispersed his entire body's aura.
"There's no reason, no possibility, how could a martial artist from a humble background have such overwhelming fist strength."
The evil and cold swordsmanship came again, with a piercing gleam on the long sword.
One-word Kill Sword!
A fierce gust of wind howled behind him, and the cold chill struck again.
Lu Fan's eyes were sharp and fierce, but he didn't move, his body just erupted in flames.
Body of Gold in Blazing Fire!
Clang!
The cold sword pierced into Lufan's heart. This guy was ruthless and directly used a killing move.
Unfortunately, his strength was still insufficient. Lu Fan's aura, combined with the dragon tribe's blood skin, firmly blocked his long sword. The sword tip pierced through the clothes but stopped less than an inch from Lu Fan's skin and could no longer advance.
Lu Fan grasped the long sword in his left hand and frantically urged on the powerful aura. His hands and feet desperately launched an attack on Lu Fan's body.
With a heavy sword raised, more than half of the cold and harsh attack was blocked. The aura of an external martial artist should not be able to break through Lu Fan's aura.
At this moment, the powerful defensive power and tenacity of the stormy air were perfectly demonstrated.
Lu Fan also more intuitively understood how abnormal and powerful his aura was, no wonder countless people had wanted to merge their aura with the Cloud Aura for a million years. He could be certain that his aura still had many powerful abilities waiting for him to develop one by one.
A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and Lu Fan's body suddenly transformed into a powerful divine soul.
Cheers!
Lu Fan let out a loud shout, and a surge of divine soul power transformed into sound waves that shot out.
The terrifying sound wave shook Yu Xin's heart, and everything in front of him went black. Han Feng even let out a cry of surprise: "Again!" Then there was a severe pain in his head, but he had also practiced the One Yuan Dao Jue, so this kind of pain was already familiar to him. The next moment, he came back to his senses.
Huan Yue retreated several steps in a row, and the light in his eyes flashed, only then did he come back to his senses.
Lu Fan's methods are numerous. Huan Yue thought she had already seen Lu Fan's true abilities in the Cultivation Tower, but unexpectedly, Lu Fan gave her another surprise.
Suddenly she was directly hit by a sonic boom, causing her entire body to tremble violently, and lost control.
But no one saw Ling Yao face Lu Fan's Soul Power, only a flash of white light in his eyes, and then he easily caught it.
Ling Yao suddenly grabbed Yan Ran.
A warm and powerful force surged into Yanran's body, instantly reversing her control.
Softly, Ling Yao said in Yanran's ear: "Yanran Shijie, I'm sorry."
Yanran's face suddenly lost its color, feeling Lingyao controlling her power, which was not only stronger than hers by a margin of one-tenth, but also purer by more than double.
It turned out that her junior sister Ling Yao had long surpassed her.
But low-key Ling Yao had never shown her power in front of others. There were also those who didn't know that Ling Yao's aura had already surpassed the external boundary.
In the arena, Leng Han was battered by Lu Fan's divine soul power, his seven orifices bleeding non-stop, and the aura on his body could no longer be gathered.
Lu Fan was truly enraged and showed no mercy in his actions.
The heavy sword was inserted into the ground, and Lu Fan raised his fist after releasing his hand.
Doomsday Crumbling Mountain Fist!
A fierce punch landed on his cold and hungry belly.
Tick-tock! Tick-tock!
A series of cracking sounds rang out, and his entire body was battered into a terrifying arc, flying out.
Several tens of feet flew out of the yard, cold and rolling on the ground.
Blood spurted out of his mouth, and Cold Frost couldn't get up again. With just a simple punch, Cold Frost probably wouldn't be able to get out of bed for several months.
"One hit and it's done!"
Turning his head, Lu Fan's cold gaze fell on Yu Xin.
A piercing gaze made Yu's heart feel a thrill of fear.
Gritting his teeth secretly, Yu Xin also didn't know what to do at this moment.
