Invincible Bloodline

"Fuck! Who the hell is so kind!!!"

At the top of Luoxia Peak, countless warriors were terrified. His grandma, this is all about making trouble! Even Tianshu, the strongest patriarch of the Seven Star Sect, was no match for Master Iron Sword. At this time, there are still people who dare to jump out, just because they were kicked in the head by a donkey! ! !

next moment...........

In all directions, countless fighters looked towards the western stand, they wanted to see who this lifeless man was! ! !

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"Yang... Brother Yang, you...you... are crazy... crazy... ..." Fatty Zhu looked at Yang Fan on the side as if he saw a ghost in the legend, two small eyes almost popped out of his eye sockets, and his heart was beating non-stop, as if he could feel his heart at any time. It's like jumping out of the atrium.

His grandma's, not so frightening! Is it because I think the fat man didn't die fast enough or something! ! !

"Hehe... Fatty, relax!!!" Yang Fan chuckled, his expression relaxed, without any trace of worry.

next moment.........

Yang Fan stood up suddenly, took a big step, and strode towards the arena area in the center of the square. You Nuo and Wu Chengkong hurriedly stood up and followed Yang Fan's pace.

"Brother Fatty, just put your mind at ease, ten thousand will be fine, with my cousin around, whoever that is is not a problem at all!!!" Turning around with a relaxed smile, Luo Jiahui took lotus steps lightly and quickly caught up Yang Fan's footsteps, although she doesn't know what the cultivation level of the Iron Sword Master is, but she believes that this Iron Sword Master will never be her cousin's opponent.

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"This... who is this person?"

"It looks like a dog, but it's a pity that it doesn't have a brain!!!"

"This kind of person is completely cheating. Fortunately, he is not my seed, otherwise, he will definitely be pissed off by him!!!"

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From all directions, the sound of sarcasm was like a torrential river, only a few people had actually seen Yang Fan in the Tang Dynasty, and even in the Seven Star Sect. In addition, in the past three years, Yang Fan's face had changed quite a bit. There are even fewer people who can recognize Yang Fan at once! ! !

In the eyes of countless warriors around him, Yang Fan is just a green head who doesn't know the situation and doesn't know what to do! ! !

at this time..........

An exclamation suddenly attracted everyone's attention, "Ah! It's Junior Brother Yang Fan......"

It was Qin Hu on the tenth ring. As a good friend who had been with Yang Fan day and night for a year, in this world, in terms of familiarity with Yang Fan, apart from Yang Yunfeng and his wife, Qin Hu would definitely be among the top three.

"Really... It's really Junior Brother Yang Fan!!!" Man Niu, who was a little unsure at first, finally confirmed that the young figure was Yang Fan, the noble man of his life.

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"What? Yang... Yang Fan? Is he the legendary evildoer of the Seven Star School—Yang Fan?"

"How...how is this possible, hasn't he already gone to the Holy House? How did he appear here?"

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Countless fighters from all directions were shocked, but most of them had deep doubts in their eyes. Even in the tens of thousands of years since the Battle of Qingyun was held in Shengji Bieyuan, they have not heard of any Qingyun list leader who can win in just three years. Even if it was the first person who came back within a year, it would be a hundred years before returning to the Nanling domain.

But soon, Yang Fan's acquaintances such as Han Qianye and Situ Jing burst into cheers of joy.

"It's Yang Fan, it's really Yang Fan!!!"

"It's Senior Brother Yang Fan, there's nothing wrong with it, it's really Senior Brother Yang Fan!!!"

"I'm back, Senior Brother Yang Fan is back, Senior Brother Yang Fan is back!!!"

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"This young man...could it be...really the legendary monster Yang Fan of the Seven Star School?" In all directions, countless warriors began to waver, if one or two people would admit their mistake, but It is impossible for everyone to admit that they are wrong.

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"No...it's not right, Yang... Brother Yang is really...really my idol Yang Fan?" Fatty Zhu swallowed with difficulty. Drooling, I was dumbfounded, such a story from the Arabian Nights was able to let me meet a fat man, it's really a fucking dog! ! !

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On stage one.

"Yang... Yang Fan, he is Yang Fan..." Shen Lang, who was kneeling on the ground, looked at the young man in black who was walking slowly, with complex and inexplicable eyes, full of curiosity and curiosity. Doubt...... But more of it is jealousy and resentment. Since he started, he has been called Yang Fan's second. This is definitely not what he wants. , but it was only a few years earlier than his debut, why can he always be on his head.

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"Ah! Brother Yang Fan is here, we are saved, we are saved!!!" The despairing hearts of the disciples of the Seven Star Sect burst out with a glimmer of hope. Senior Brother Yang Fan is the strongest evildoer in the history of their Seven Star Sect. Even in Shengji Bieyuan, no one can beat him, and he will definitely be able to turn the tide and defeat Master Laoshizi Iron Sword.

at this time.........

above the void.

Master Iron Sword fluttering in white turned his eyes and landed on Yang Fan. The corner of his mouth turned up, and a cruel smile flashed across, "Legendary evildoer of the Seven Star Sect? The hope of the sect? Good! Good! Good! Kill you, just right There will be no future troubles!!!”

"Not good! This old dog has murderous intentions for Yang Fan!!!" Tianshu's complexion suddenly changed, his eyes were full of anxiety. Contrary to other disciples, he was not very optimistic about Yang Fan. He has a deep understanding of the horror of the sword master. Just a random blow can severely injure him, a top warrior. He is definitely a peerless and strong king. Even among many kings, he is not necessarily weak. Although Yang Fan's talent is unparalleled and far beyond their imagination, his potential is only potential after all. Before it is transformed into strength, everything is illusory.

next moment..........

A flash of determination flashed in Tianshu's eyes, "No, even if you risk your life, you must ensure Yang Fan's safety!!!" Everyone in the Seven Star Sect, including his ancestor, can die, but Yang Fan must have nothing to do, this is the hope and future of the sect, as long as Yang Fan is there, their Seven Star Sect will rise again, and even surpass the peak, it is only a matter of time! ! !

"Yang Fan, go away!!!" With a shout, Master Tianshu disregarded his injury, forcibly circulated his true energy, and rushed towards the iron sword master, even if he died, he would create a chance for Yang Fan to escape.

"Everyone, go up together, stop him, and never let him hurt Yang Fan!!!" Han Qianye also reflected, and hurriedly greeted, followed by Master Tianshu, and charged towards Master Tiejian.

"Go! Stop him!!!"

"Stop him!!!"

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

Hundreds of Zongmen elders and Taishang elders shouted one after another, rushing towards Master Iron Sword, knowing that it was a moth flying into the flame, they still refused to turn back, just hoping to delay a little time, so as to create a chance for Yang Fan to escape.

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"Sect Master, Patriarch, all elders..." Yang Fan's eyes glistened with tears, his whole heart was warm, his painstaking efforts were not in vain, everything was worth it! ! !

at this time...........

Master Iron Sword raised his eyebrows, and flashed a deep contempt, "A mantis is like a cart! Since you are so eager to die, I will help you first!!!"

"Death! Absolute Immortal Sword!!!"

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