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"A Dou Wang is after all a Dou Wang!"

Defeat! How could Yang Xia lose just like that? Today, his face was on the ground, making Yang Fan feel proud. If he didn't get back some face, how could he talk about it in the future?

He placed his hands in front of his chest and looked up at the sky, mumbling something.

The surrounding battle-qi was all condensed behind him, and as time passed, it grew denser and denser.

Yang Xia's face began to turn pale and his lips turned purple. It was obvious that he was poisoned.

"Even if I am seriously injured to the point of death, how can I lose to you!"

The surrounding Dou Qi contained Yang Fan's poison. Although a portion of it had been blown away by the strong wind, there was still a large portion remaining.

Yang Fan tightened his fist. Now Yang Xia was really going all out. If he couldn't withstand this blow, then he was done for.

"Come!"

"High Xuan Dou Technique: Cleansing Mist!"

At this moment, the white battle-qi turned black.

The black color covered the sky and blocked out the sun. One could clearly feel the wind element from the battle spirit. However, this black color made one feel terrified.

High Xuan level.

However, from the looks of it, its might did not resemble that of a High Xuan class. Instead, it was approaching the Di Class Dou Technique.

Another Di class Dou Technique. The Dou Huang Dou Qi was endless and inexhaustible.

"Die!"

The black-colored Dou Qi descended from the sky. Its interior seemed to be hiding a killing intent that vaguely appeared to be in the shape of a thunderbolt.

"Snake Nightmare!"

Yang Fan's ten strands of battle qi flowed out from his fingers, transforming into ten giant pythons in the air.

This was the amount of energy that Yang Fan's soul force could control right now.

The ten serpents soared into the sky, each of them at least ten meters long. They charged at the black colored Dou Qi, preparing to receive the lightning.

The moment the giant python entered, Yang Fan's figure took a step back, and hurriedly used battle qi to stabilize himself.

Looking at Yang Xia, his expression was confused and confused. His hands were locked together in a seal and he was trembling uncontrollably.

After three thunderclaps, the black battle qi dissipated. Out of the ten giant pythons, only seven remained. The outcome of this battle could be imagined.

The imprint on Yang Xia's hand dissipated, and his body fell onto the ground as another mouthful of blood flowed out from his mouth.

Yang Fan desperately pressed his hands on the ground to prevent himself from falling down. With a wave of his hand, the seven pythons completely disappeared.

"Ke ke, just a Dou Huang!"

Yang Fan grabbed Yang Xia's collar with his right hand, and easily lifted it up as his right hand forcefully slapped Yang Xia's face.

A red handprint was left on his pale face. It was extremely obvious. If he didn't use a special method, he might stay there for an entire day.

"This slap is for you stealing my wife!"

Yang Fan released Yang Xia and heavily threw him onto the ground. He stood up and turned around to leave.2

The outcome of this bet had already been decided. Yang Fan had already achieved his goal, and taking his life would only be unnecessary.

Ten black figures sprang out of the sky.

They landed in succession around Yang Fan, ten people, all dressed in black, their faces covered tightly, only revealing their ice-cold eyes.

These ten people all had the strength of a Dou Ling. There must be a reason for them to appear at the same time.

"Those who harm the general, die!"

"Hehe!"

Yang Fan smiled, looking back at Yang Xia who was lying on the ground, "You really have a lot of dogs!"

Yang Fan clenched his fist tightly. Right now, it was really strenuous to deal with ten Dou Lings. He might even ?

"Using the strength of a nation to take revenge for one's own personal gains, isn't that a bit unreasonable?!"

The screen was opened, revealing a graceful woman in a long blue dress.

The woman's blue hair floated down as she walked down one step at a time, like a celestial maiden.

"Greetings, your Highness!"

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