527: C527 Persistence

C527 Persistence

When all the Purple Clouds technique surged out, Zhang Fan shouted in a low voice, "Explosive Palm!"

The current Explosive Palm was completely different from the one before. With the accumulation of his strength, the current Explosive Palm was unspeakably frantic and restless.

The energy was compressed crazily, but at the same time, it also rushed towards Ye Xiao.

However, the woman's palm strike was a long-range attack, while his was a close-range attack. As the purple energy became denser, it also collided with the woman's palm.

The difference between the Purple Clouds technique and the attack from a Zun Stage expert was extremely obvious. Under the crazy tyranny of the sword intent, the attack was also forcefully broken through by the opponent's palm. At this moment, he was relying more on his physical advantage.

At this time, he finally understood why Ji Tong could be so strong. It was because his body's advantage was extremely important at this critical moment.

Under the combination of the two energies, the Flower Gathering Palm was also split open. When the gathered energy exploded in all directions, the purple aura around Zhang Fan's body became even stronger.

The crowd was stunned. Zhang Fan's strength was so terrifying that he could completely rely on his terrifying strength to break through. Why did he have to go through so much trouble and injure himself so much? Why did he use so much strength to fight?

While everyone was still in doubt, the sound of a sword suddenly rang out. Along with an energy fluctuation and transmission, countless sword shadows instantly became tyrannical. At this moment, Zhang Fan's indifferent voice suddenly rang out.

"Phantom Pickle Plum."

It was just four simple words, yet all of the sword shadows seemed to have returned to their original forms, following their movements. This was a sword move from the previous world, but under the surge of Zhang Fan's sword intent, countless sword shadows had appeared, but the sword was still the sword, and the move was still the same move …

When Zhang Fan was using this sword technique, his speed also increased drastically. Almost instantly, he arrived in front of the woman and the sword shadows completely enveloped the woman. Even so, Zhang Fan was able to hold back a bit.

As she shouted, energy once again gathered and the fragrance of flowers spread in all directions, an extremely beautiful flower suddenly bloomed in the air. As her body retreated, the petals once again fell.

An ear-piercing sound could be heard at this time. Zhang Fan's expression underwent an extreme change. However, after taking in a deep breath, the sword intent became even colder.

"God of Slaughter!"

As the word 'simple' floated in the air, a sword shadow instantly appeared. The cold intent became even more intense. As the sword intent became more tyrannical, the surging energy also began to sound out at this moment.

The explosive energy also struck Zhang Fan's body. As his expression changed, the Purple Flame Thunder Body suddenly appeared.

Because her strength was very strong, she gritted her teeth and used her body to withstand the force. Her feet stepped on the air, and the elegant white figure moved closer to the woman once again.

"The Three Immortal Sword, Clear Origin Sword."

This sword technique was one of the Lifestealer Knife of Three Immortals. It had a total of three slashes, but with three slashes, it was completed in one go, leaving the opponent with no place to fight back.

This sword technique was the sword technique from Wang Yao's Ancient Martial Sword Sect. At this moment, he was still persistently attempting to draw out her memories.

After the sword fell, the woman was struck by the energy. At this time, Zhang Fan's body spun, and the second move, Frost Sword, erupted. The ear-piercing sword chime continued for a long time.

At this moment, she also felt a strange feeling. It was as if she was also familiar with this feeling before, but it was not enough for her to not think too much about it at this moment. An extremely powerful energy once again surged out and surged toward Zhang Fan's body.

Zhang Fan's heart trembled. Naturally, he also felt that extremely suppressed aura. After suppressing the thought of using martial skills, the Purple Cloud Art once again became tyrannical. With a low growl, he used the Heaven Transforming Sword …

When the sword landed, a sound akin to grinding teeth rang out. An explosive sound rang out, and Zhang Fan was sent flying backwards. His white robe had a few spots of red on it at the moment, but it was still erased by the flick of his sleeves.

He was unwilling, but he was still unwilling. Therefore, at this moment, his body sped up once again. That state seemed to have put his own life and death on the line.

The eyes of everyone present revealed an extremely doubtful expression. They could clearly see an extremely intense battle, but right now, they could see Zhang Fan acting like he was possessed. Even though he was using extremely ordinary strength to resist the opponent's extremely powerful attack, was there really a need for it?

However, there were quite a few people who were attentively watching Zhang Fan's situation. Although they were unclear about his current situation, they were somewhat aware that he must have some sort of motive behind it.

As for Ouyang Xian`er, who understood the meaning of those words the most, her eyes had already turned red and a deep sense of worry had appeared on her small face.

At this moment, Qiu Yuting's pretty eyebrows were furrowed. Why did Zhang Fan want to see Zhang Fan charging towards them again? Qiu Yuting could not bear to do so, so the strength he exerted immediately lessened.

Although it had been lowered, it was still the strength of a Honored Warrior. It also affected Zhang Fan a little. However, at this time, there was still an extremely determined look on his face.0

He was still using the sword moves from his previous life, and one that was extremely familiar to women at that. He didn't believe it, he didn't believe it.

The woman's eyebrows furrowed even more. She couldn't figure out what the other party wanted at this moment. She could only lower and lower the power of her outburst. After all, this was a battle, not a battle of life or death.

But in her heart, she was still somewhat surprised. What was even more surprising was Zhang Fan's resistance, which was also the toughness of his body. This was definitely the first time she had seen a human body reach such a tyrannical level.

Zhang Fan also felt this, but he didn't show any happiness on his face. What was the use of this? As he sighed, he still chose to stubbornly persevere.

In fact, his mind was in a mess right now. He had been thinking about how to stimulate the other party's memories, but he hadn't thought of it at the moment. He could only rely on the sword moves from his previous life.

Perhaps he could stimulate the girl to the point where he could take out the sword as well. That would be considered an improvement. However, the girl didn't seem to have any intentions of using it yet.

At this moment, his heart was filled with an unspeakable bitterness. Others might not be able to understand this bitterness, but why was it that when he was around, the girl did not use her sword?

In fact, Zhang Fan did not know that because of his performance in the previous matches, his extraordinary sword moves and other sword techniques were all used by Zhang Fan in front of her that day, including the following matches. This caused her to feel a little conflicted in her heart, so she did not use it at this moment.

As time passed, the two of them were in a deadlock. Zhang Fan's expression was a little blurry. Under the impact of the energy, even though his body looked unharmed, his body had already suffered some tremors.

However, he did not pay any heed to these shocks. If these injuries could awaken Wang Yao's memories, even if his injuries were much more severe than at this moment, so what?

The people in the surrounding area all frowned. What was Zhang Fan doing? When the woman was suppressing her energy, there was a trace of helplessness in the air. The two of them seemed to have become even more ordinary in their battles.

At this moment, Ouyang Xian`er was holding her hands in front of her chest, and there were some traces of tears on her face. Ouyang Xian`er was holding her hands in front of her chest, and some tears on her face.

At this moment, the two old women from Blossom Valley also frowned slightly. After all, this stalemate was not an option.

An hour had passed, and even though Zhang Fan had always been at a disadvantage, he still stubbornly resisted the pressure, giving off a feeling as if he didn't die.

As for the woman, from the moment her brow furrowed, she had not relaxed at all. In fact, what she desired most right now was a true battle with Zhang Fan. Zhang Fan was very strong, and she knew in her heart that Zhang Fan's previous performance was enough for her to see …

In her heart, she knew that this situation couldn't continue to be a stalemate. After all, if this were to continue, what she wanted was to completely suppress Zhang Fan. If Zhang Fan still wanted to get first place, then there was no need to be like this.

Thinking of this, the woman took a deep breath and bit her lips. The energy in her body began to stir, and her eyes suddenly lit up.

The energy in the surroundings started to flow, blooming in layers of beautiful flowers. In less than three seconds, Zhang Fan's body was instantly covered by a hundred flowers.

Everyone was stunned for a moment. Was the girl about to start? Zhang Fan? To be honest, if the woman started alone, Zhang Fan would once again be suppressed to an extreme degree. Still like this, it would still be boring.

At the same time, he released his martial soul. Perhaps at that time, the competition for the championship title would be even more exciting.

At this moment, a hundred flowers bloomed together. This scene was truly beautiful. It was so beautiful that it could cause one to sink into depravity …

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