Invincible Bloodline

Arena, Eastern high platform.

The Lord of Canglong gritted his teeth and stared at the Lord of Sunlight. He seemed to be able to breathe out fire. He was bullying others too much. He was really bullying others too much. Now that his Cangming child had already passed out, how could he still say anything? What's the point of admitting defeat? This is all about killing his Cang Ming children without giving them a chance to survive.

"Lord of Sunlight, you...are you really going to do something so perfect?" The Lord of Canglong's voice was trembling, trying his best to suppress the raging anger in his heart that was like a volcano erupting. .

"Lord of Canglong, it's not that I want to make things happen, but the rules are like this. In the battle for the ancestral land, only the parties concerned admit defeat can it count." The Lord of Sunlight shook his head slightly, completely showing that he was helpless. Although he looked like this, he was sneering in his heart. Both parties were completely at odds, and they still wanted my Wuji nephew to stop. It was really ridiculous.

If you were to put yourself in someone else's shoes, if my Wuji nephew were defeated today, would your Canglong clan easily spare his life?

Are you kidding me? I'm afraid you, Lord of Canglong, will only go too far.

"Lord of Sunlight, you...you...you..." The Lord of Canglong pointed at the Lord of Sunlight and said angrily no The words, why are the rules like this, the words are better than the songs, the excuses, everything is just an excuse to take the opportunity to get rid of his Cang Ming child.

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

In the arena.

Yang Fan had already arrived in front of Cang Ming, who was severely injured and unconscious. The coldest murderous intention flashed in his eyes. He stretched out his right hand and pinched Cang Ming's neck.

"Ah, little Wuji, how dare you?" The Lord of Cang Dragon's liver and gallbladder were about to burst, and he burst out with a heart-rending roar. The power of the Cang Dragon in his body was boiling, and he wanted to directly save Cang Ming. Cang Ming was not only his son. , or the future of their Canglong clan, which must not be lost.

But as soon as he made a move, a wave of terrifying coercion from the most powerful semi-saints appeared from all directions. In an instant, the space around him was tightly sealed. As long as he dared to make any more moves, he would be killed by a group of people. The most powerful half-saint suppressed them forcefully.

"Lord of Canglong, the battle in the arena is about life and death. You'd better not mess around." Although if you try to stop him at this time, you will definitely offend the Lord of Canglong and the Canglong clan, but compared with his own face, that doesn't matter. what.

These most powerful semi-saints are not just like the Lord of Canglong, they are the lords of the saint clan. Even the elders of the major saint clans are not afraid of the Lord of Canglong.

Moreover, he, the Lord of Canglong, dared to provoke all of them.

Not to mention the Canglong Clan, which is ranked outside the top ten, even the Shura Saint Clan, which is ranked first, cannot afford to offend so many saints.

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It's too late, it's fast.

"Kacha..."

The crisp sound of bones breaking was so loud at this moment, but it was Yang Fan who broke Cang Ming's neck with one hand.

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

"Rumble..."

The terrifying star power surged into Cang Ming's sea of ​​consciousness, instantly strangling his sleeping dragon soul.

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"Gululu... kill... kill, he really killed the Holy Son of Cangming, without any hesitation... without any taboos, This is the real no-taboos." From all directions, countless strong aliens looked horrified. Although they had already thought that this battle would determine victory or defeat, as well as life and death, when all this became a reality, all the strong aliens still Some can't accept it.

The Holy Son of Canglong, that is not the two brothers Cang Jia and Cang Zhen. He is the Holy Son of the Canglong Clan and the future Lord of Canglong. Anyone who dares to touch the Canglong Clan will be hunted down by the entire Canglong Clan.

Even if Holy Son Shura wanted to kill Holy Son Cang Ming, he would have to hesitate for at least a moment, and it was absolutely impossible for him to be so decisive.

"It's better not to provoke Young Master Xingguang in the future. He is a peerless evil star."

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On the other nine arenas, the nine great evildoers, including the Holy Son of Shura, had a hint of sorrow for the death of a rabbit and a fox in their eyes. The Holy Son of Canglong was a peerless evildoer who was as famous as them. He should have been one of the top bosses in the foreign land in the future. One, standing on the top of all living beings, only to have Young Master Xingguang break his neck like a chicken and kill his natal dragon soul. It has to be said that it is a huge irony.

But soon, the sadness in the eyes of the nine monsters was replaced by deep solemnity and fear.

Among the ten of them, Holy Son Canglong is not considered a weakling. Apart from Holy Son Shura, there are only a few people who are sure of winning against him, but the outcome of the others is unpredictable, let alone Killed the Holy Son of Canglong.

Defeat and kill are two completely different concepts.

One can imagine the terrifying strength of Young Master Xingguang.

The most important thing is, how old is this young master of Starlight? He is less than ten million years old at all times. How terrifying it would be if he were the same age as them. Even the most powerful Holy Son of Shura might not be able to survive in his hands. Let’s have a good time.

horrible! It's really terrible.

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

"Roar! Ming'er, my Ming'er..." The Lord of Canglong's eyes were weeping blood, staring at Yang Fan on the ring, flashing with the most brutal murderous intent, his voice was like The cuckoo weeps the blood and the ape whines, crying blood in its spine, with overwhelming hatred, "Little Wuji, you beast, you must die a good death! Zhen'er, Jaw'er, Ming'er, this hatred and hatred are irreconcilable... .....Death! There is no place for you in heaven or on earth. If I don't kill you, I will become the Lord of the Blue Dragon in vain..."

Under the old and new grudges, at this moment, the Lord of Canglong really wanted to eat Yang Fan's flesh and drink Yang Fan's blood.

"Okay, Master of Canglong, don't lose your composure. Now that you have entered the ring, you must be prepared to die. If you really want to blame, you can only blame Cang Ming for not being good at learning and not being as skilled as others. You can't blame others." He came on stage to preside over the opening ceremony. The most powerful half-saint looked at the Lord of Canglong coldly, his tone was cold, and he did not give the Lord of Canglong any face.

Of course, he also has that qualification. In terms of strength, he is only stronger than the Lord of Canglong. In terms of power, their Jin Chan clan is enough to be among the top ten among the thirty-one holy clans, and they are also stronger than the Canglong clan.

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In the arena.

"It seems that after killing this long insect, someone has the intention to kill me." Yang Fan glanced towards the east stand as if he was feeling something, a faint evil smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he didn't feel any nervousness in his heart. He is just a Lord of Canglong. Suppressing him will only take a little effort at most.

Even if it is the entire Canglong Saint Clan, he is absolutely sure to suppress them.

Among the thirty-one saints, only the Shura saints ranked first could make him fearful.

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Soon, the challenge continued.

However, at this time, the powerful foreigners from all over the world obviously felt bored. However, compared with the life-and-death battle between Yang Fan and the Canglong Holy Son just now, the excitement of the following challenge match was more than one level lower.

It's like a person has just tasted delicacies from the mountains and seas, and then he is asked to eat glutinous rice bran, and he can still eat it.

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In the blink of an eye, a day passes.

The Ancestral Land Challenge finally came to a perfect end. Except for the Holy Son of Canglong, the other nine of the ten monsters all held on to their positions as champions. As for Yang Fan, he also took the position easily. There was no foreign race at all. Tianjiao dares to challenge him.

This is a master who truly has no taboos. Even Holy Son Canglong will kill at will, let alone people like them.

No one can guarantee whether this little monster will be so jealous that he will send them down to stay with the Holy Son of Canglong.

They want to enter the ancestral land, but they are not willing to risk their lives for it.

Moreover, this evil star can kill even the Holy Son of Canglong. Its strength is terrifying. Among the top ten monsters, it can definitely be ranked in the top five, or even the top three. It is not a soft persimmon.

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"Rumble..."

A ray of divine light cut through the void, and the most powerful half-saint who had presided over the opening ceremony appeared again above the ring.

Condescendingly, overlooking Yang Fan and the other ten people, he announced loudly, "I announce that the Ancestral Land Challenge is over. The ten geniuses who entered the Ancestral Land this time are Shura Saint of the Shura Clan, Qingxuan Zhen of the Qingxuan Clan. , Huashen Clan, Hua Ruoman... Peng Wancheng from the Tianpeng Clan, Hou Chen from the Tianhou Clan, Lin Xiao from the Jinlin Saint Clan... Xing Wuji from the Starlight Clan, Next, I will open the ancestral land with all the great elders and send you into the ancestral land. You will have ten years to cultivate in the ancestral land... all kinds of rare treasures in the ancestral land. Treasure, you can use it at will to improve your cultivation, but you cannot plunder the private treasures, nor destroy the roots of those heaven and earth elixirs..."

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