Invincible Bloodline

In the first battle of the Death Group, Yang Fan faced off against the Iron Sword Sect’s most talented Death Swordsman—Ji Wuming! ! !

Death swordsman Ji Wuming is one of the thirteen people on the Heavenly Sword Ranking. He practices death swordsmanship and has entered the eighth level of martial arts a few years ago. After several years of hard training, his cultivation has become more advanced. It is only one step away from the realm of the Nine Heavens. Coupled with the death sword intent of the Dacheng realm, it can be said that it is almost impossible to resist in the realm of Wuhou! ! !

On the other hand, Yang Fan, although in the Seven Star Sect, he is a peerless monster that no one knows, and is vaguely known as the number one monster in the Seven Star Sect, but after leaving the Seven Star Sect, and leaving Xishu, Long'an, and Jieting, no one knows about it. There are very few people. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is an unknown person. There are hundreds of thousands of spectators in the stands and almost no one is more optimistic about him.

In the eyes of countless people, Yang Fan is already a dying person! ! !

"Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!"......

On the ring, Ji Wuming took one step forward, and the momentum around him surged wildly, like a peerless sword unsheathed. The invisible sword energy burst out from his body, easily crushing the void in all directions, chi chi chi. Sound! ! !

"Yang Fan, speaking of which, I have to thank you. If it weren't for you, I might never have the chance to enter the Sword Tomb!!!" Ji Wuming was condescending, overlooking Yang Fan, and talked eloquently. He thought he had entered this death. It was a great misfortune. Unexpectedly, blessings and misfortunes depended on each other. If he hadn't been selected in the death group, where would he have had the chance to meet Yang Fan, and where would he have had the opportunity to enter the Sword Tomb, even if he missed the finals of the Qingyun Ranking? , he doesn’t need to make this trip.

"To thank you for allowing me to enter the Sword Tomb, I will be merciful and give you a happy treat today!!!"

next moment.......

The black sword light flashed, and the quasi-mysterious weapon on his back - the Sword of Death was unsheathed! ! !

"Boom!!!"

With a sword in his hand, Ji Wuming's aura immediately rose up like the Yangtze River. The edge of the peerless swordsman's sword suddenly showed its sharpness. The terrifying and murderous sword intent of death filled the whole place and enveloped the entire arena. .

At this moment, Yang Fan, who was a hundred feet away, was like a lonely boat on the angry sea, in danger of being destroyed at any moment! ! !

"Meeting Ji Wuming is this boy's greatest tragedy!!!" From all directions, countless warriors shook their heads, as if they had seen Yang Fan's miserable end.

"Die!!!" The corner of his mouth cracked, and there was a terrifying smile. Ji Wuming turned the sword of death in his hand, and the sharp sword energy rolled out.

This sword energy is as black as ink, like endless darkness, swallowing everything in the world! ! !

The integration of the seventh-level peak Death Sword Intent into it made the quality of the sword energy rise several notches at once. This was a death sword, a death blow. Even some half-step Wuhou, without the protection of a mysterious weapon, would not be able to survive. Under this sword, even if you don't die, you still have to leave half of your life! ! !

"Hiss... so... such a terrifying sword, it is unstoppable and unstoppable..." Countless warriors from all directions took a breath of air and died there. Under the sword energy, they feel the strong breath of death. If they change their position, even if they use all their cards, they are often in a situation of death or no life! ! !

"Yes, Wu Ming's Death Sword Intention has already revealed the mystery of the Eighth Level Sword Intention. I believe that within a year and a half, he will truly understand the Eighth Level Death Sword Intention!!!" Dugu Fang smiled with satisfaction and said I know that many Wuhou Sword Immortals are only capable of comprehending the eighth level of sword intention. Regardless of their cultivation level or just speaking of sword intention, his disciples are no less than some Wuhou Sword Immortals.

"Brother Qianye, this sect will accept ten high-level swords and stones!!!" This sword must be treated with caution by all the first and second level Heavenly Martial Lords, let alone a junior like Yang Fan! ! !

It's too late, it's faster than that! ! !

"How dare you dare to be so arrogant in front of me!!!" On the stage, Yang Fan roared loudly, and with his body as the center, a terrifying power that coexisted with desolation and majesty instantly burst out. This power said At that point, the void shattered, the space collapsed, and the human-shaped true sword roared out, directly shattering the death sword energy that Ji Wuming blasted out! ! !

Almost at the same time, Yang Fan directly crushed the void and appeared in front of Ji Wuming. His body continued to expand in Ji Wuming's pupils, as if he were an ancient god from legends and myths. In an instant, he appeared in front of Ji Wuming. It took away all Ji Wuming's mind! ! !

"die!!!"

It was as if a superior god had pronounced Ji Wuming's fate! ! !

"Boom!!!"

Yang Fan just slapped it. In this slap, Yang Fan did not use any secret martial arts, did not mobilize any spiritual power, and even the power of the flesh shell was only mobilized by a point, but the horror of it was far beyond the The imagination of the world is like the palm of the ancient demon god. Wherever the power touches, everything will be destroyed and reduced to rubbish! ! !

After nearly a month of hard training, although Yang Fan's Black Iron Battle Body has never reached the state of great success, it is only a hair away. The power of the pure flesh shell has not only increased several times, but has already surpassed the power of a trillion cauldrons. , this power is so terrifying and terrifying, with just one movement of your hand, you will blow up a top-level Wuhou. Even if you only use one point of power, it will be far more powerful than tens of billions of cauldrons, comparable to the full blow of many third-level Tianwuhou! ! !

"boom!!!"

Without any surprise, Ji Wuming was like an inflated balloon that was blown up by Yang Fan. Blood, broken bones, internal organs... were scattered all over the floor! ! !

Yang Fan might still be merciful to others, but he would definitely kill each of the Iron Sword Sect disciples on sight. He could still remember Dugu Fang's dirty behavior that day. If he hadn't been strong enough, the sect leader Han Qian would have Ye cautiously took precautions. At this moment, he might have been broken into the Taoist heart, and he fell from the altar and became one of the mediocre people again! ! !

This hatred and hatred are irreconcilable! ! !

The audience was silent.

After a while, there were whispers...

"I...I read it correctly, right? The death swordsman Ji Wuming was just...exploded by a palm. This...how is this possible? How? possible?"

"It's so... so terrifying. The power of the flesh shell is like the birth of an ancient beast. This... what is the origin of this kid?"

"It's scary. It's really scary. Its flesh and shell are so powerful that even ordinary beast commanders can't do more than that!!!"

"This...where did this monster come from? It's a sub-level monster. This monster is definitely a sub-level monster with combat power!!!"

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The death swordsman Ji Wuming is not a weakling. He has a third-level monster-level combat power. Anyone who can kill him instantly with one palm is at least a second-class monster, and he is not a weakling among second-class monsters. A second-class monster at his age is weak. Monster, hiss, it’s simply unimaginable! ! !

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"Hiss, this...this...how is this possible? He...how could he have such power? How could he have such power? Is it possible... ...He is really...really..." An unrealistic thought once again appeared in Chu Bingxin's mind, "No...No Maybe, it can't be him, it's definitely not him..."

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The Seven Star Sect is sitting at the table.

"Hiss! This is the power of Senior Brother Yang Fan, so strong! It's really too strong! Even a peerless monster like Ji Wuming can be killed instantly!!!" Many core disciples took a breath of air, and in their eyes, Full of admiration.

"Senior Brother Yang Fan is the strongest. Just Ji Wuming, what does it matter!!!" Lu Bingling and others had dull expressions. They all knew how powerful Yang Fan was. If Ji Wuming couldn't easily deal with it, then that would be the case. This is weird.

"That's right, my cousin Yang Fan (my master) is the strongest!!!" Luo Jiahui and the three girls danced their little fists excitedly. In their hearts, Yang Fan is god and heaven, and no one can be Yang Fan's opponent.

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Group of Death.

"You lost to such a junior, what a waste!" Xia Yu, the Master of Heavenly Sword, who was dressed in white and surrounded by sword aura, cursed secretly, "But in this way, it is not impossible for me to enter the sword tomb. ....."

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Eastern high platform.

"Unexpectedly, this little beast is actually a physical cultivator. The strength of this flesh shell is comparable to that of ancient beasts. Even an ordinary first- and second-level Tianwuhou may not be his opponent... Damn it, this little beast is so old. If you give it ten or eight years, I am afraid that our sect may not be able to cure you. No, this little beast must not stay. Die, this little beast must die... ...." Endless murderous intent flashed in Dugu Fang's eyes. The more evil Yang Fan was, the more he would die! ! !

at this time......

Han Qianye, who was not far away, said with a proud smile, "Brother Dugu, your Dragon and Tiger Tongshen Pill is accepted by this sect..."

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The author Xiaoyao Huanyu said: Halfway through coding, I was called out to move again. Alas, this night was so miserable. I just need a few flowers, but there are enough flowers for hundreds of flowers. Friends who have flowers, please don’t be stingy with the flowers in your hands! ! !