Chapter 330: The coercion of Fake Dan

Ning Wufeng's face moved slightly, Shen said, "Your Excellency's tone is too loud."
Pan Hong took a step forward, and Shen Sheng said, "Master Yu, since it happened to my Dayan City, leave it to me."
"Be careful, but the monk in the false Dan Realm is opposite." Elder Bai Ling reminded softly.
Another monk of false danjing, Pan Hong gritted his teeth, raised his head, and proudly said: "In my big Yancheng, no matter whether it is a dragon or a snake, we must keep our heads together. Never mind what kind of waves come out!"
He looked at Du Zifei and said, "You little baby have such a big breath that you dare to speak to our ambassador!"
"Little baby?" Du Zifei laughed abruptly, pointing at Pan Hong with a smile: "You little dwarf dare to say this to my son, believe it or not, this son pulls you all into noodles, let you know the taste of growing tall?"
The disdain of his face made Pan Hong burn in anger, and his face flushed instantly. He pointed at Du Zifei and shouted, "Little baby, so big breath."
Pan Hong stepped out, shaking his dazzling earthly spirits, pressing Du Zifei with an angry look.
"Haha, little dwarf, you dare to stare at us with a beard." Du Zifei stepped out of a young man, he deliberately lowered his head and looked at Pan Hong.
"Look for death!" Pan Hong sighed angrily, and a pair of hexagonal meteor hammers smashed into the young man with a dazzling light.
"Little dwarf, remember that what taught you today is the big wind of Jinwei Sun of Tiantufu." The young man sang aloud, and a gleam of glaring sword light popped up in his hand, and the sword light shivered, approaching Panhong.
The light of the hammer is overflowing with strong earth spiritual power and heavy and abnormal. And Sun Dafeng's sword skill is as pervasive as the spirit snake.
Sun Dafeng teased the little dwarf, and Jian Guangxin's hand was on display. Occasionally paddling over Pan Hong's head.
Pan Hong's face showed shame, a deep muffled hum, the earth's spiritual power exploded instantly, immersed in this pair of six-pointed meteor hammers, and the hammer lighted up instantly.
With a loud bang, Sun Dafeng Jianguang was suddenly blown away by Pan Hong's hammer.
puff……
Sun Dafeng spewed up against his blood, and his body dropped again and again. There was a look of horror on his face, and he did not expect that the spiritual power in this dwarf was so strong.
At this time, Du Zifei said impatiently: "Sun Dafeng, Dian Tianfufu Jinwei, do you have only this strength? Do you want to insult my Tiantufu's reputation in this small place!"
He reprimanded, and Sun Dafeng nodded hurriedly.
A smile appeared on Pan Hong's face, and he chuckled: "Little baby, no one in your family teaches how to be a man, and the King will educate you well."
Sun Dafeng's face showed a thick shame, and growled, "Damn old man, I'm going to kill you."
As soon as he was in shape, Jian Guang danced out and moved with him. A blue and blue lightsaber spirit appeared before him. The lightsaber spirit exudes an extremely powerful momentum.
Sun Dafeng nodded, and the lightsaber spirit was submerged in the sword in his hand. Instantly, the sword burst into a dazzling light, and the sword light fluttered, falling thousands of sword shadows, crushing his face and rolling towards the top of Panhong's head Already.
"Little dwarf, let's die." Sun Dafeng roared.
Pan Hong's pupils shrank a bit. After all, he was the strength of the late stage of the spirit, rising from the ground, jumping into the air, facing Sun Dafeng far away.
A pair of six-pointed meteor hammers beat the stars to kill Sun Dafeng. Just when Sun Dafeng was about to engulf his sword, a yellow light came from his head.
The spirit square Si Ding Ding emerged, and the falling yellowish air was like a light curtain. The sword lightly fell on the light curtain and splashed with ripples.
Sun Dafeng's face changed, and he did not expect that Pan Hong's defense was so powerful.
At this time, Pan Hong's pair of six-pointed meteor hammers had already shot at his head, chasing the stars and chasing the moon.
With a bang, Sun Dafeng broke his blood, and the whole person was blasted away, hitting him the ground.
puff……
A burst of reverse blood spewed out, and Sun Dafeng passed out.
"Useless things." Du Zifei's face sank and he sipped sharply, sweeping Sun Dafeng coldly, without even saying anything to save him. What he saw as useless was a waste of financial resources.
A proud look appeared on Pan Hong's face, and he laughed, "Little baby, you know how great this time is. I advise you to go down the tower obediently and ask our forgiveness for forgiveness, or don't you today I want to leave Dayan City in peace. "
Pan Hong has 12 points of confidence in the defense of Dayan City.
Du Zifei stared grimly at Pan Hong, sneering: "Joke, I haven't heard of any place that can stop this son. Today the emperor inherits, this son is bound to get it!"
He clenched his fists, his eyes fell on Ning Wufeng, his mouth slightly raised.
Between the words, the uncle Nan beside him came out, and the middle-aged big man with a stubborn back and waist, with a figure alone, gave him a strong sense of oppression.
Brother Fake Danjing!
Ning Wufeng's pupils shrunk slightly. This is not the kind of speculators who can rely on a single source of water to condense false Dan, but the real monk of the false Dan realm, which is the most powerful existence that can be accepted in the rules of chess.
The smile on Pan Hong's face was frozen for a moment, and he felt the momentum coming from Uncle Nan. He could not help taking a few steps back, his throat knot moved up and down, and he swallowed.
"False ... false Dan realm." Pan Hong said laboriously, the strongest local force in the chess realm is only the late stage of the spirit state, so the defense of Da Yancheng is only aimed at the monks in the late stage of the spirit state, and Pan Hong did not grasp the end Can you win the monks in the false kingdom.
A scar was twitching on Uncle Nan's face, and the scar spread from the top of his head to the corner of his mouth. It was like a cricket, his lips opened slightly and he drank, "Did you hear my son's words?"
Jin Tiandao and others subconsciously surrounded Ning Wufeng.
Pan Hong stepped back a few more steps, suddenly thinking that behind him was Emperor Yushi and tens of thousands of Dongyi people were watching themselves. Immediately, his eyes were firm, and he was forced to look at Uncle Nan.
"Fake Danjing also dreams of arrogance in my big Yancheng."
Sifang Wuding burst into a strong earth spiritual force, protecting him as a whole.
The six-pointed meteor hammer rushed towards Uncle Nan, and the flying sand swept away like a dragon, roaring into the sky.
Rumble ...
In the rumbling of sand and stones, the sound of thunder was faintly heard.
Pan Hong's eyes were reddish, his legs were firmly on the ground, and the rich earthen spirits poured into him continuously. The falling light of Sifangwuding above his head was even more intense.
There was a touch of contempt on Nan Shu's face.
"Spirit: Sifang Aresquan!"
A punch punched and killed, and an aura of phantom aura emerged from behind Uncle Nan, as if there were rushing horses, the momentum rolled out.
With a bang, Pan Hong was blown out. Sifangwu Ding shrouded over his head, and his entire body seemed to be wrapped in a turtle shell, causing a building to collapse.
"King of kings." The Dongyi people all around swarmed up and helped Pan Hong up.
Du Zifei's eyes showed a touch of contempt, and he sneered coldly, "When a mantis arm is a car, it can't help it."
He stared at Ning Wufeng, disdainfully: "obediently tell the secret of the emperor's inheritance, do not delay the time of the son, otherwise the son will not mind using special means."
"Search God!"
Ning Wufeng's pupils shrank slightly, and Du Zi's flight was so overbearing. But how could he be so determined that he knew the inheritance of the Emperor?
"You're so sure that I know the inheritance of the Emperor?" Ning Wufeng asked back.
"My son naturally has his own channel." Du Zifei said proudly, his eyes suddenly sinking, and Leng Hu said, "Since you are so uncooperative."
"Uncle Nan, please trouble you again." Du Zifei said impatiently.
The uncle Nan, who walked back and forth, took a step forward, and his deep eyes suddenly fell on Ning Wufeng. Ning Wufeng immediately felt like the mountains were suppressed, and the whole person was out of breath.
The light of the Yuanshen in the sea shines bright, but it is still far from the uncle Nan of the false Dan. Strong coercion came like tide, squeezing Ning Wufeng's Yuan Shen.
"Master Yu." Elder Bai Ling saw the pain in Ning Wufeng's face and stepped out, and the giant wooden tree floated above him, and the strong wooden spirit poured out.
"If you want to deal with the ambassador, you must pass my level first." He drank in a deep voice, and Qingtian giant wood grows wantonly, spreading, Huahuaqige. The sky was pointed out in the sky.
The strong wooden spiritual power instantly poured into the wooden canopy of the sky, and the light was arrogant and burst out, and it was close to Uncle Nan.
The body of Nan Shuhu's back was suddenly unfolded, and his whole body crackled like a thunderous thunder.
"Spirit, Sifang Aresquan."
The same set of boxing techniques was exhibited, and a white light group at his sea was shining with dazzling light. All the surrounding spirits poured into him.
The phantom of the aura behind him became more and more solidified, turning into a roaring ancient of war, the fists and shadows were dancing, and they instantly poured into Nan Wu's whistling punch.
Ruquan's fist shadow blasted to Elder Bai Ling with a bang, and Mu Ling power broke up. The gigantic giant tree above Elder Bailing's head shook violently, and the green leaves fell a little.
However, Nan Shu Yuwei continued unabated, and a strong light of spiritual power erupted again. Behind the illusion of an ancient war behind him, Wuer became two. The momentum was equally turbulent, and the superimposed boxing shadows fell into Nan Shu's punch again.
With a loud bang, Elder Bai Ling was also blasted out, and fell back five or six steps.
There was a strange flush of red on his face. Uncle Nan snorted coldly and said, "If you can't beat it, don't hold on, it's not good for you old guy."
As soon as the voice fell, Elder Bai Ling spewed against his blood and looked pale.
"Grandpa." Beafer's face showed horror, and he quickly stepped forward to support Bai Ling.
Ning Wufeng sank and clenched his fists. And the flames surging beside him, the fiery sun could not bear the inner mania.
"Dare to be wild in chess, and don't look at yourself with a mirror. I'll see if you have a few pounds or two!"
With a roar, the six-wing fire roared out.
As the most powerful fighting force among the five players in the chess realm, the fiery sun has shot!