1360: C1360 Who Touched My Reverse Scale

C1360 Who Touched My Reverse Scale

"Being able to force me to this point, you, Yang Fann, have no regrets in your death."

Gu Yue's body was surrounded by green flames, and his original face could no longer be seen. This flame was emitting a faint light. This flame didn't have any temperature, and it looked more like a netherworld. It was so eerie that it made people scared.

"Don't be too full of yourself."

This was also the first time Yang Fann had seen the skill of the Gu Lin Clan, and he was also a little surprised.

Yang Fann kept the Heaven Opening Sword. He already knew the power of the Heaven Opening Sword, so now was the start of the battle.

"Chess board, prisoner!"

Yang Fann didn't want to waste any more time, so he took out the board and trapped Gu Yue. After that, he slowly figured out the secrets of the Ancient Qilin Race.

However, after being covered by the green flame, Gu Yue's speed and strength suddenly increased. With a swoosh, Gu Yue disappeared from where he was.

"Bang."

Yang Fann felt a strong wind behind him, and a palm was aimed at his back.

In an instant, he felt as if there was a trace of terrifying breath drilling into his body from his skin, and then into his limbs and bones.

He could not move at all. His body seemed to be frozen, including his soul.

He had a bad feeling. In the blink of an eye, Yang Fann fell from the void, smashing a deep pit into the ground.

He could not use any of his skills. Yang Fann felt as if he had fallen into a thousand-year-old ice cave. Subconsciously, he kept falling.

Yang Fann had fallen into oblivion.

He had a dream.

She dreamt of Qian Zhenxue. She stood there quietly and looked at Yang Fann.

"Am I dreaming?" Yang Fann murmured and quickly walked towards Qian Zhenxue. He leaned on her shoulder.

"I miss you so much."

"Me too"

The two of them did not speak a thousand words, but their voices were lower than ten thousand words.

"Yang Fann, I am here." Suddenly, another Qian Zhenxue appeared.

Yang Fann raised his head and was stunned. Two Qian Zhenxue.

"Don't go over there, Yang Fann. She is a fake." One of the Qian Zhenxue shouted anxiously.

"I'm real! Trust me!" The other Qian Zhenxue stretched out both hands.

"Come here, Yang Fann."

The two Qian Zhenxue were arguing endlessly.

"Yang Fann, wake up."

"Wake up!"

"Wake up, quick!"

In his Divine Sense, Xiaojiu's voice rang out.

Yang Fann slowly opened his eyes.

"What happened to me?" Yang Fann did not understand.

"You have been infected by the Fire of Sacrifice of the Ancient Qilin Race, and you have fallen into an illusion." Little Nine said.

"If I hadn't woken you up, you would have fallen into oblivion until you died."

"You were the one who woke me up?" Yang Fann asked.

"It's your sweetheart. This illusion can awaken the deepest part of your heart. The more you desire something, the more it will give you.

" It was Qian Zhenxue who used her own soul to awaken you. "

" Where is she? " Yang Fann asked anxiously.

"Nothing." Little Nine replied and looked at Yang Fann.

"But the situation might not be too good."

"What's going on?" Yang Fann's relaxed heart was lifted again.

"She burned her own divine soul to wake you up. What do you think?"

"But this might also be an opportunity for her. Let's see."

"You are still needed in the battlefield outside. Don't worry, the people at the top aren't that weak either. Don't worry."

After hearing what Xiaojiu said, Yang Fann became furious.

"Gu Yue, I will make sure you die a horrible death!"

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"Surrender now, Yang Fann is already dead, what are you still struggling for?"

Gu Yue was still hovering in the void, looking down at the people of Wutian Continent.

"Long live the ancient era, long live the ancient era..." The people of the Gu Lin Family cheered and their morale was boosted.

"Pah, you dead face! You inhuman monster, how dare you curse my master!"

Little Firebird stomped his feet and cursed without thinking.

"Impossible, be careful that there is a trick behind it. Everyone, don't panic. "

The Martial God was already standing at the peak, so he was relatively calm. If the morale of the army was thrown into chaos, then the chances of winning this battle would not be high.

"Hehe, if you don't believe me, why is Yang Fann gone? Why don't you call him Yang Fann? "Let's see if he can still stand up."

Gu Yue said proudly. In his mind, no matter how powerful Yang Fann was, there was no way he could survive. After all, the skill of the Ancient Qilin Race was not something that the barbarians who grew up in the backward Wutian Continent could withstand.

After hearing Gu Yue's words, the soldiers of the Wutian Continent felt dejected and their morale was instantly extinguished.

Yang Fann, the man who could stand at the peak of Wutian Continent, was the man who had single-handedly defeated the entire Divine Land. The man who had grown the fastest was the future of the Wutian Continent.

However, even he was defeated by the Ancient Qilin Race. Could there still be a future for the Wutian Continent?

The momentum of the Wutian Continent was slowly fading away.0

"Putting aside whether Yang Fann is still alive or not, I will never let history repeat itself!" The Martial God flicked his sleeve. He said firmly. He absolutely didn't believe that Yang Fann would fall so easily!

"Yes, that's right. We still have so many mighty figures, we will not yield!" The soldiers of Wutian Continent roared, and their auras seemed to have returned to normal.

"Fight!"

The Martial God did not say anything else. He threw his fist toward Gu Yue.

"Me too!" Qianzhen Ye followed suit.

With the help of two mighty warriors from Wutian Continent, Gu Yue was unable to launch a sneak attack.

The magic of the Fire of Sacrifice was that as long as one was touched by it, it could arouse the emotions and desires in one's heart, causing one to sink into oblivion.

The Martial God and Qianzhen Ye had always had doubts about Yang Fann's death. Based on their understanding, it was impossible for Yang Fann to defeat Yue unless Gu Yue used some kind of underhanded trick.

"This demonic flame is a bit strange. Be careful not to touch it."

The Martial God and Qianzhen Ye exchanged a glance before launching another attack.

After dozens of exchanges, Gu Yue was beaten until he lost his temper!

The Martial God and Qianzhen Ye did not want to fight him in close combat. Gu Yue's strongest killing move was like hitting cotton, unable to unleash its true power.

"Despicable, you only know how to dodge like a passing teacher?" Gu Yue roared. He really wanted to end this battle.

He thought that once Yang Fann died, Wutian Continent would fall apart, and the Wutian Continent wouldn't be far away from ruling this continent.

However, he didn't expect that the news of Yang Fann's death would make the situation even more tense. His side was being dragged by two almighty experts. It was only because of this news that the morale of the Wutian Continent dropped.

"It seems like I have to end this battle as soon as possible."

"Rise."

Gu Yue roared loudly. The flames on his body suddenly extinguished, and his blood stopped flowing. The flames once again transformed into scales, wrapping around the exposed flesh and blood.

With a single punch, Gu Yue only punched once.

The two mighty figures stretched out their arms to block it.

"Crack..."

Qianzhen Ye's arm was broken, and he fell to the ground. He could feel the pain in his bones.

Even though he was a Martial God, his bones were still almost broken. He spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Why did he rob so much?" Chang Baisui asked.

"I don't know, this Ancient Lin Clan is a little strange."

"Could it be that our Wutian Continent really can't escape this disaster and is going to be destroyed?"

At this moment, everyone in the Wutian Continent felt a sense of sadness in their hearts.

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