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"This kid is extraordinary!"
The four simple words were filled with Yang Fan's utmost confidence. How terrifying would it be to be able to make a Dou Zun like him doubt his strength?
Yang Fan stood in the air above the Fire Aura Domain, dominating everything within the domain. Looking down at the elite Dou Zong below was like looking down at an ant.
"This... What kind of battle skill is this!? "
"Who is this person?"
Ji Linlin raised her head to look at Yang Fan, her eyes filled with incomparable worship. She had never seen this kind of power before.
"Soul perception!"
Yang Fan launched another skill, his soul force covering the entire Fire Aura Domain. The entire domain contains his soul force.
"Soul power?"
"Good ?" "How terrifying!"
"Retreat, live, enter, perish!"
As Yang Fan's words fell, the pressure spread across the entire plain, and no one took another step forward.
Watching the crowd leave, Yang Fan cast his gaze towards the disciple from the Underworld Sect.
A cold light flashed from the Demon Slaying Sword in his hand and a sword Qi appeared beside him.
"Ding!" Killing a Dou Zong ?
"Experience gained: 20,000."
In Yang Fan's hands, an elite Dou Zong was inferior to an ordinary person. In an instant, he could kill him.
Blood dripped profusely from the beheading sword. Yang Fan looked at the three Dou Zun experts and shouted, "Senior, I can leave now."
"He ?"
"It's you!" "Yang Fan!"
The purple robed old man shouted and without saying a word, he attacked Yang Fan. The power of the eight star Dou Zun caused the entire plain to tremble.
Yang Fan lightly stepped away and quickly dodged. Looking at the purple-robed elder, he clenched his fists and angrily said, "Senior, what is the meaning of this?"
"You killed my seventh brother and sixth brother. Why are you asking me?"
"May I ask who senior is?"
"Underworld Sect, Fourth Palace Envoy Wu Tian!"
Yang Fan quickly backed up and revealed a look of shock. He didn't expect to meet an expert from the Yellow Springs Sect here.
Wu Tian's eyes turned red as he gathered battle qi from all directions. The Nine Serenities in the sky started surging towards him.
"Retreat, all of you retreat!"
The white robed old man from the Heavenly Palace Alliance quickly shouted out. The power of a Dou Zun was not something they could withstand.
Ji Linlin lightly pursed her lips and shouted with tears in her eyes, "Master, save young master Yang, he ?" He's not a bad guy! "
The white robed old man shook his head helplessly, "Lin'er, I have no other choice. This matter has not been investigated, so I can't act rashly!"1
"Master ?"
"Junior Sister, let's leave quickly. This place is too dangerous!"
Ji Linlin broke free from Ge Chun and ran towards Yang Fan, "No, Young Master Yang, please save me. I must help him."
"Lin'er!"
"Brat, consider it bad luck that you have met me today!"
Yang Fan wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood in the air with difficulty, "I will remember the Yellow Springs Sect's actions. If we take this revenge in a day, we will definitely avenge it!"
"I'm afraid we won't have another chance!"
A purple energy gathered in Wu Tian's hand as a long sword slowly took shape.
The surrounding plains were completely destroyed by this force.
"Di Rank Middle Dou Technique: Underworld Art!"
When the sword cut down, there were three waves of Dou Qi. Each slash contained the ultimate strength of a Dou Zun.
"This speed ?"
Yang Fan was shocked by the speed of this Dou Qi. It had already surpassed the range of soul perception.
"AHH!"
Yang Fan's body was sent flying, and on his Dragonscale Armor, there was a blood-red wound.
"An elite Dou Zun is so terrifying!"
Purple flames gushed out of Wu Tian's hands, and his aura was no weaker than that of the 'Heavenly Flame'.
"Kid, prepare to die!"
The purple flame turned into a flood dragon and pounced towards Yang Fan. At this speed, there was no time to react.
"Young Master Yang!"
Ji Linlin's body rushed towards the Purple Flood Dragon. Seeing the approaching force, Yang Fan's eyes turned profound.
"Get out of the way!"
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