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Ancestral Land Quota Challenge.

Yang Fan challenges Cang Ming, the Holy Son of Canglong.

At the beginning, except for the children of the three tribes of Sun, Moon and Star, almost no one among the hundreds of millions of alien races was optimistic about Yang Fan. It was really difficult to completely refine the Star Source Crystal in just nine years, even if it was only one layer. That probability is infinitely close to zero.

Even many foreign races began to regret that such an eternal monster would perish here.

However, the reality is far beyond the imagination of the world. Not only did Yang Fan completely refine the Star Source Crystal, his combat power was incredible, but he also had the potential to surpass the peak half-saint and rival the most powerful half-saint.

One palm, just one palm, completely destroyed the Canglong vision that the Canglong Holy Son had cultivated for tens of millions of years. His body was shattered and severely injured.

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"Terrible! It's really terrifying. He is worthy of being the most evil evildoer in all time... Holy Son Cangming, I'm afraid he will be completely defeated this time..." The Sifang Stand , Countless aliens looked at the retreating Canglong Holy Son with some sympathy. Meeting a monster like Young Master Xingguang was definitely the Canglong Holy Son’s greatest sorrow in his life.

It's not that Canglong Holy Son is incompetent, it's that Young Master Xingguang is too evil and cannot be judged by common sense.

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In the arena.

"Damn it, this damn beast..." Cang Ming Holy Son glared at Yang Fan, like a wounded beast, the power of the blue dragon surged crazily all over his body, turning into torrents. , constantly washing away the shocking wounds.

However, he could not completely recover for a while. Although the semi-saint had already stepped into the supreme holy realm with one foot, he was not the true supreme saint after all. His holy body was unparalleled and could be reborn with a drop of blood.

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

"Rumble..."

Yang Fan's body moved, tearing apart the space, and in an instant, he caught up with the Holy Son of Cang Ming.

"Die!!!"

With a ferocious laugh, Yang Fan clapped his palm again.

Taking advantage of his illness to kill him, Yang Fan would not give the Holy Son Cangming any chance to breathe.

"Rumble..."

The terrifying palm power, which far exceeded the power of hundreds of millions of semi-saints, was like the wrath of a god, sealing off the space in all directions and crushing and killing the Holy Son of Cang Ming.

"Damn..."

The Holy Son of Cang Ming cursed, gritted his teeth, and with the anger of the Cang Dragon in his hand, he bravely faced Yang Fan's terrifying palm.

"puff.........."

Cangming Holy Son spurted out a mouthful of blood again, and the wounds that had just recovered became even more shocking, and the white bones could even be seen faintly.

"Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell!!!"

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

Yang Fan moved his hands together, bringing up the palm shadows all over the sky, and struck him violently.

The Holy Son of Cang Ming resisted desperately, vomiting blood continuously, and the blood was flowing all over his body, and he could not find a complete place.

"Tragic! It's really tragic. I'm trying to beat the Holy Son of Cang Ming alive." From all directions, many foreign powerful men flashed a hint of pity in their eyes, especially some women, who even closed their eyes, not daring to Look at this bloody scene.

"Changchong, go to hell for this young master!!!"

"Rumble..."

Yang Fan's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and the power in his hand suddenly increased sharply, blasting away the Canglong's Wrath in Cang Ming's hand. The terrifying palm power continued to spread, shattering all Cang Ming's defenses.

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

The bloody Saint Son of Cang Ming fell from the air like a broken cattail, and hit the ring hard, creating a huge human-shaped hole.

"You're not dead yet, so I will show you mercy and give you another ride."

Yang Fan's eyes were cold and emotionless, and he walked step by step towards the unconscious Saint Son of Cang Ming.

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

"Nie Zhan, what do you want to do!"

A terrifying force of the most powerful semi-saint erupted from the eastern high platform, crushing towards Yang Fan.

This is a middle-aged man wearing a silver dragon robe. He is unparalleled in majesty, as if he is the supreme emperor of heaven, dominating the world. His face is very similar to that of Holy Son Cang Ming, who is like a younger version of him.

It is none other than the leader of the Canglong Holy Clan—the Lord of Canglong.

At this moment, the Lord of Canglong finally couldn't sit still.

Said it was soon.

"Rumble..."

Another powerful semi-holy aura burst out from the high platform, colliding with the aura of the Lord of the Blue Dragon.

"Lord of the Canglong, in a dispute between the juniors, it's against the rules for you, the elder, to take action, isn't it?"

The person who spoke was a middle-aged man in gold robes. His face was like a rock carving, cold and resolute, and his eyes were like those of a god. He seemed to be born with the ability to attract all kinds of light. Indistinctly, you could see a bright sun steaming above his head, like that. The sun god, who is high above, comes to the mortal world.

"Lord of Sunlight, do you, the Sun, Moon and Star Tribes, really want to be enemies with our Canglong Saint Clan?" The Canglong Lord's eyes were spitting fire, like an enraged beast that wanted to eat people.

"Lord of Canglong, don't talk nonsense. Since you are on the ring, everything is determined by life and death. If you are afraid of death, don't participate in the battle of the ancestral land." The Lord of Sunlight sneered, as if he didn't even see the Canglong Lord eating. Human eyes are ordinary.

Ever since the battle at the Blood Battle Stage nine years ago, the Sun, Moon and Star Tribes have been completely at odds with the Canglong Tribe. If it weren't for the Holy Alliance suppressing them, the two sides would have started a war.

There is no possibility of relaxation at all. Even if Cang Ming is mercifully released, the Canglong clan will probably not appreciate it.

It would be better to take this opportunity to deal with Cang Ming, a pillar of the Duan Canglong clan.

With Cang Ming's current combat power, he can definitely rank among the top five in the entire Canglong Saint Clan. And with Cangming's potential, it is not impossible to surpass the Lord of Canglong in the future. It is definitely a big danger to their Sun, Moon and Star Tribes.

"That's right, if you're afraid of death, just stay on Canglong Island and participate in some kind of battle for the ancestral land." Another playful voice came from not far away. It was the Lord of Tianhou. The Tianhou clan is the old enemy of Canglong Saint Clan. , naturally he would not let go of such an opportunity to ridicule the Lord of Canglong.

And because of the incident at Wanhua Tower, and the fact that the Canglong Saint Clan is a common enemy, the Tianhou Saint Clan and the Sun, Moon and Star Tribes can now be said to be in the honeymoon period and are just short of signing an alliance and becoming allies.

"You...you...don't bully others too much!" Seeing that Yang Fan was less than a hundred feet away from the Holy Son of Cangming, the Lord of Canglong could no longer suppress his heart. With anger, he stood up from his seat. He had already lost two outstanding sons. If he lost the holy son Cang Ming, the young generation of their Canglong clan would be completely ruined.

But at this moment..........

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

Waves of terrifying aura of the most powerful half-saint erupted from around the Lord of Canglong, firmly sealing his surroundings.

"Lord of Canglong, that's enough. The battle for the ancestral land involves life and death. Now that you have entered the ring, you must have the consciousness of death." These old guys are not just here to watch the challenge, but they also shoulder the responsibility of refereeing. responsible for maintaining the normal operation of the Challenge.

If the Lord of Canglong really intervened in the battle, there would be no need to lose the face of these old guys.

"call.........."

Taking a deep breath, the Lord of Canglong suppressed the anger in his heart and said, "Lord of Sunlight, you won this battle, admit defeat, we admit defeat."

It's just that the Lord of Sunlight doesn't want to let go of such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If he misses it now, it will be difficult to deal with the Canglong Holy Son. "Admit defeat? In the Ancestral Land Challenge, only the person involved can admit defeat." , you, Lord of Canglong, cannot accept defeat."

"That's right, Mr. Canglong, your words are of no use. I want to admit defeat and let Cang Ming boy speak for himself." The Lord of Sky Roar agreed. The Lord of Sunlight didn't want to miss such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, let alone him. , as an old enemy, how many members of their Tianhou clan died at the hands of Cang Ming’s Holy Son?

One hundred thousand? million? Or more?

"Lord of the Sun, you... do you really want to do this to such an extreme extent?"

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The author Xiaoyao Huanyu said: Thank you friends for your reward. It’s the last three hours. Friends who have flowers, don’t hesitate anymore. After twelve o’clock, everything is cleared.