Chapter 42

Sword meaning, surging sword meaning.

In a flash, Zhang Fan's right hand moved, and his crazy sword was like a volcanic eruption.

The sword shadow comes at will. Countless sword shadows don't need to look for them. They flash out in an instant.

There is no way to look down on him. The crazy shadow of the sword instantly flows to the man's body.

The man was a little shocked. At this time, he felt as if the composition had disappeared. What he rushed over was a sword. Zhang Fan's fierce spirit was frightening.

The momentary stupor is likely to lead to failure.

The master stresses that every minute counts. At this time, Zhang Fan, who understands the first level of the sword's meaning, has reached an extreme speed.

When Zhang Fan's body passed by, there were more than a dozen wounds on the man's body, two on his face, and pieces of clothes all over his body.

The man's cold sweat came down. If Zhang Fan's sword was raised, maybe the wound would reach his neck. In other words, Zhang Fan could control it. Otherwise, if the wound reached his neck, he would hang here.

"Thank you." Zhang Fan turned his body, looked at the man and said it in a soft voice. He knew that the man was deliberately suppressing some of it, otherwise he would be more hurt in bed at this time.

The man's sense of propriety is very good, so he would like to thank him. If it wasn't for his constant suppression and his sense of propriety, I'm afraid he could not understand this level.

"I give up this battle." Before the man opened his mouth, Zhang Fan took the initiative to say it. The purple awn on his body slowly disappeared, and his figure slightly appeared depressed. His pale face was shocking.

Zhang Fan raised his head, glanced at everyone and said directly, "I, Zhang Fan, thank you all for your love and support."

At this point, Zhang Fan's mouth slightly tilted up and said directly: "at least let me know that I'm not fighting alone."

With Zhang Fan's words falling, the people on the scene were stunned, and then there was a heated uproar, because Zhang Fan's support rate from the first game was only a poor one percent, to now more than 90 percent, it can be said that Zhang Fan is absolutely a dark horse of counter attack.

So many battles down, Zhang Fan is to get enthusiastic fans.

"This is my last battle. I lost this battle. I hope you don't blame me."

Zhang Fan vomited and looked pale. When he said this again, it was a little sad. At this time, it doesn't matter what money is not. They all hope Zhang fan can stay.

At this time, the whole audience immediately changed from the noise to silence.

"In addition, I would like to say that I come here for two purposes. The first is to prove and the second is to look for pressure. Maybe some of you know me and others don't. It's ridiculous to say that I'm a waste. In Liuyun Empire, in the eyes of all people, it doesn't matter that you look down on me and abuse me at will. I thank you, because a waste has dignity. With your care, I have grown up and can stand here as a proof It's not clear

Speaking of this, Zhang Fan's body once again stands aloof, although the body slightly shakes, but the temperament is extraordinary.

"In addition, what I need is pressure. I can practice better in the front line of life and death. Maybe I will die here, but I, Zhang Fan, have no regrets because there is no coward in Fengjia family"

Zhang Fan raised his right hand and pointed directly to fengbatian's position. He said forcefully: "my father is a great man"

"when I was a waste, What he bears is the pressure, what I bear is the trample of dignity. What I want to say here is, don't look down on anyone, because maybe a little person you have trampled all the time will grow up successfully, until you can't look directly at him. "

Zhang Fan's fist clenched, black eyes with a resolute color: "I'm not saying how great I am, how proud I am to be here, because in some of the existence you can't look up to, you are still a small person, so what I want to tell you is that you want others to look up to you, you want others to look up to you, you want others to look up to you Zhang Fan bowed deeply, supported his sword with his right hand, and walked towards the hall step by step. Although his body was shaking, Zhang Fan was still firm and steady in every step.

In the middle of Zhang Fan's walk, a wave of applause suddenly rang out, and the noise reached a peak of existence.

Two thirds of the audience stood up and waved, which may be due to the exaggeration of these people. At this point, all the people on the scene stood up, as if they were greeting this proud young man.

Ye Xuan clenched her fists, her face was full of excitement, and she screamed. At this time, there was an image in the hall.

the tiger eyes of Feng batian were slightly wet, and Gao Da's body even trembled. Her son was really extraordinary.

as for Ouyang xian'er, she had already become a tearful person, because she grew up with Zhang Fan, and Zhang Fan suffered a lot He knows the pain, but also understands Zhang Fan's mood at this time"It's really not easy." Yunluo takes a deep breath and sits down. His eyes are slightly complicated. What Zhang Fan said before also deeply shocked him. Now some people will say that Zhang Fan is a waste. I'm afraid the whole Liuyun country is very proud when it comes to Zhang Fan. After all, it represents the rise of a waste and the counter attack of a waste Life is extraordinary, but it's not at the same level as the previously named waste. "

Standing beside Yunluo, the old man nodded gently, with a deep shock in his eyes.

The noise lasted for a long time before it subsided. At this time, the middle-aged man of the referee went up. He went up this time. This is a respect for Zhang Fan.

"This battle is..." When the middle-aged man came to the man's side, he was just about to open his mouth. Because his eyes were also full of shock, he took a deep breath and said, "I don't want to win this battle. I want to leave a Fengling and a teenager. Thank him for giving me this lesson. I have lost this battle. Ha ha, how about losing? Whose life has always been To win, I just want to say that Fengling has created a miracle, and I want him to stay on the stage forever "

after the words fall, the middle-aged man turns and walks down without any regret and retention

the middle-aged man's mind trembles again, and what Zhang Fan said has affected them

" I've made a decision for this victory "

the man's voice is very strong "I'm going to give the last victory to Fengling"

so far, at the moment when the man's words fell, everyone cheered again.

Hidden in a corner, the black robed man's eyes are full of cold light, and his fists are clenched. He is not someone else, but Zhang Moben, who has disappeared for a long time. The more excellent Zhang Fan is, the stronger his inner killing will be. Zhang Fan must die

at this time, Zhang Fan's eyes are flashing and his heart is full of excitement, after he takes a deep breath Then he calmed down, leaned against the stone pillar, had a rest for a while, and when his face recovered a little, he walked out.

In this month, he has been under a lot of pressure. The fifth level of Zixia skill has reached a bottleneck, but it has not been broken. Of course, he may be able to rely on pills to make a breakthrough, but if he does it again, he may form a dependence, which will affect his future cultivation.

So he forbeared not to use it. He had to rely on his own efforts to break through. There may be pressure here, but small places are small places after all. Now he has decided to go out of Liuyun country and go to places where the strong are like clouds, where there may be something he wants to pursue.

When he walked out of the hall, Zhang Fan looked back, looking nostalgic, but then relaxed. When other people put pressure on him, he also put pressure on himself. When he really came to this step, the pressure on his body disappeared, and a special feeling rippled in his heart.

Zhang Fan just walked a step, the figure suddenly stopped, the purple awn on the body began to beat.

"How can it be?" Zhang Fan said in disbelief, because he clearly felt that the cyclone in his body began to stir up, and the floating range was extremely wide. This was not a sign of a breakthrough. Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Fan's speed suddenly increased and rushed out directly.

Also at this time, a figure suddenly rushed up, Zhang Fan's moment of surprise, efforts to stop himself, but the inertia of forward, let him directly rush up.

The sound of exclamation rang out. Zhang Fan looked down and found that a pink and beautiful girl was pressed under her body. Her small face was full of redness.

Zhang Fan was startled, the whole person jumped up and quickly helped Ye Xuan up.

"Are you OK"

after taking a look at Ye Xuan, Zhang fan can't help but smile. How did the girl rush up at this time

"I'm ok." Ye Xuan shook her head, her face still red, and said: "I want to tell you something"

"what's the matter"

Zhang Fan looked at Ye Xuan in surprise. How could she feel that the little girl was so strange? Just when he asked, the rapid footsteps rang again. Zhang Fan looked up and found that Ziling also ran over.

"Miss, how can you walk so fast?" Ziling gasped, her white forehead covered with tiny beads of sweat.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Fan looked at Ye Xuan again and thought that the cyclone agitation in his body was getting bigger and bigger at this time. He knew very well that if this opportunity passed, when would he go next time