Super Student's Three-realms Army

At this moment, even though Mu Bingyun was very clear in her heart that Zhang Xiaofan was an extremely powerful Golden Core Stage cultivator.    

However, in the face of Yang Tianqiong's all-out attack, even if it was his father, the Shennong Hall Master, who personally came out to deal with the situation, he would absolutely not dare to be so arrogant, exposing his weak point right in front of Yang Tianqiong!    

Although Zhang Xiaofan's talent in the path of cultivation was far from what his father could compare with, talent was talent, strength was strength. The two couldn't be considered as a whole.    

At the very least, in Mu Bingyun's eyes, Zhang Xiaofan's current strength was still far from being on par with her father's!    

As the flames filled the sky, Yang Tianqiong's fist, which was burning with raging flames, ruthlessly struck towards the top of Zhang Xiaofan's head.    

Everyone present thought that even if Zhang Xiaofan was able to react at the last moment and try his best to avoid the fatal blow, he would still be severely injured by Yang Tianqiong's Crimson Flame Fist, and would lose all ability to fight.    

However, everyone had already given Zhang Xiaofan a "death notice" in their minds.    

Zhang Xiaofan had made his move in the nick of time!    

However, although he did move, his back was facing Yang Tianqiong just like before. He had no intention of turning back.    

Not good enough. He took a heavy step back, his right elbow arched, and sent a vicious elbow strike back.    

On the other hand, Zhang Xiaofan's elbow hit Yang Tianqiong's iron fist.    

"How is this possible?!"    

This sudden turn of events caused Yang Tianqiong's face to turn deathly pale. Zhang Xiaofan's elbow strike contained an endless amount of terrifying and domineering force, directly causing the power of his Crimson Flame Fist to completely split apart from the middle.    

The flame that was originally wrapped around his fists was split open like a shark splitting water from the middle by this terrifying force. The flames spread in all directions, and their power was far weaker than before!    

Not only that, the force exerted by Zhang Xiaofan's elbow didn't seem to have the slightest intention of slowing down as it continued to viciously attack.    

In the blink of an eye, Yang Tianqiong felt an active volcano erupt at this moment. Power was like an avalanche crashing down on him!    

Suddenly, Yang Tianqiong felt a sweetness in his throat, and a gush of blood gushed out from his chest.    

As for him, he kept retreating backwards. His feet even left over a dozen deep marks on the ground, barely managing to stabilize himself.    

An abnormal flush instantly appeared on his pale face. Yang Tianqiong pressed his tongue against his upper lip, clenched his teeth, and forcefully swallowed the blood in his mouth.    

"This... How is that possible?! "    

The spectators were all shocked to the core. They saw that each of the tens of footprints that Yang Tianqiong had stepped on was more than an inch deep. Even the stone slabs in the stronghold were shattered …