Invincible Bloodline

Emperor Mountain.

The Lord of the Emperor God and the Holy Lord Qingtian looked helpless. The Sword Lord of Annihilation was really serious. He directly challenged the opponent without even looking at who he was. Yang Fan had destroyed four major royal families in a month. He is a ruthless man, and his strength is terrifying. Even if it is not as good as the Thirty-six False Saints, it is probably not much different. There is no way that a Thirty-two False Saints like the Nirvana Sword Lord can match it.

Even if he is the sword master with the strongest attack power, it is the same. Challenging him is not just looking for abuse.

Fortunately, Yang Fan was not angry, otherwise, even if the Nirvana Sword Lord didn't die, he would still have to shed his skin.

"Why!"

Shaking their heads to eliminate the distracting thoughts in their minds, the three of them focused their attention on the two people in the void. By now, this battle was inevitable.

"I wonder how many moves this big ice block can withstand in Yang Fan's hands?"

"Nirvana's Nirvana Sword Technique has reached a state of perfection. Even the thirty-three false saints may not be his opponent. It's hard to say if there are more. Ten moves shouldn't be a big problem."

"It's hard to say. The old man from the Silver Dragon Clan is not weak in strength. He is considered to be the top among the thirty-three false saints. In addition, the power he can exert in the Silver Dragon Holy Lake is absolutely incredible. Not much weaker than a thirty-five-path pseudo-sage, but in the end it was easily suppressed by Yang Fan. In my opinion, it is good if the big ice block can sustain five moves."

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No one is optimistic about the Nirvana Sword Lord. The gap between the two sides is too huge. With the strength of the Nirvana Sword Lord, not only the Silver Dragon Clan, the first royal family, but also the Horned Dragon Clan will be exterminated will have to pay a high price. The outcome of this battle has already been decided, it's just a matter of how many moves it can sustain.

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Above the void.

Yang Fan and the Nirvana Sword Lord are thousands of feet apart, facing each other from afar.

The Nirvana Sword Lord stands in the sky, just like the eternal sculpture.

A kind of peerless sword cultivator stands on the top of the mountain, and the loneliness of the high place arises spontaneously.

He hasn't drawn his sword yet, and his whole aura is like a peerless sword unsheathed, with its edge clearly revealed.

Around him, there was a strange phenomenon of rustling wooden leaves and colorful falling flowers. At this moment, it seemed that the whole world was eclipsed, the sun, moon and stars had no light, and the purest darkness rose from his body, seeming to be able to Destroy everything, devour everything.

On the other hand, Yang Fan, who was thousands of feet away, had not changed at all and was still the same unremarkable person as before.

at this time.......

Yang Fan moved his lips and spoke, "Brother Nie Mie, take action." He had no intention of taking the lead. With his current strength, once he takes action, the battle will be over. Sword Lord Nie Mie is simply impossible. There is no resistance at all.

So what if this Nirvana Sword Lord has combat power that is not weaker than that of the Thirty-three Pseudo Saints? The Thirty-three Pseudo Saints are just a bit stronger than the top level 4 saints, and barely have the power to match the top level 5 saints. , and now Yang Fan, with the power of pure flesh shell, can almost rival a top second-level saint.

The gap between the two sides is so huge that it cannot be rationalized.

"Lord Yang Yun, be careful." The Nirvana Sword Lord was not polite. He also knew in his heart that there was still a big gap between himself and Yang Fan.

"Boom~~~"

A black light flashed, and the Eight Tribulations Sacred Artifact behind the Sword Master of Annihilation - the Divine Sword of Annihilation was unsheathed.

"Boom~~~Boom~~~Boom~~~"

With a sword in his hand, the momentum around Sword Lord Nirvana surged wildly like the Yangtze River, and his whole body was like the source of darkness, corroding everything in the four directions.

"Take my sword."

"咻~~~咻~~~咻~~~"

Pieces of black sword light suddenly shot out from the pore cells of the Nirvana Sword Lord, killing Yang Fan like a storm in the starry sky.

These black sword lights rolled like a tide, destroying everything. In an instant, they formed a mysterious sword formation, crushing towards Yang Fan. In this sword formation, countless hazy afterimages emerged, as if there were Thousands of peerless sword cultivators are practicing swordsmanship and performing swordsmanship, like a dream.

However, this was not the most terrifying thing. Suddenly, above Yang Fan's head, a dark sword energy appeared out of thin air, silently, like a ghost, attacking at once, directly killing Yang Fan's Holy Soul of Consciousness Sea.

This sword is the real killing move of the Nirvana Sword Lord. It kills the holy soul with one sword, and the ghosts and gods are unpredictable.

The dreamy sword formation in front is just a feint.

Of course, for other false saints, the dream sword formation is also a deadly formation. Even some thirty-two false saints will be killed by the dream sword formation if they are not careful.

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It's too late, it's fast.

"Brother Ji Mie, let's see if I can break your sword." Yang Fan smiled casually, but Yang Fan didn't see any movement.

"Boom~~~"

The holy soul in Yang Fan's sea of ​​consciousness, which was more terrifying than the ninth-level top saint, opened his eyes, and a terrifying spiritual light suddenly burst out.

It was like the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves. Wherever it passed, the Nirvana Sword Qi and the Dream Sword Formation were all swept away, as if they had never appeared at all.

"I...I lost."

The Nirvana Sword Lord's eyes were a little sad. He thought that even if his killing sword wouldn't cause much trouble to Yang Fan, but if he wanted to break it, he would have to spend a lot of effort. Who never expected that, It was broken by Yang Fan so easily.

And he could feel that Yang Fan didn't use much power at all. The fleeting terrifying Holy Soul power made him tremble with fear. He had a feeling that if Yang Fan was willing, he could do it with just one move. Completely wipe him out of this world.

It's definitely no more difficult than crushing and killing an ant.

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"Failed...defeated, the big ice cube was defeated like this?" The three emperors and gods were a little unable to react. The killing sword just now, especially the ghost sword, was a stroke of genius. If it were them, none of them would be confident that they could escape from this sword. Even if they didn't die, they would still be severely injured.

Even for some of the Thirty-Four Dao, it may not be easy for them to take this sword.

In the end, Yang Fan was given...a monster, what a monster.

But soon, a surprise flashed in the eyes of the Emperor God Lord. Yang Fan was his ally and the foreign aid he invited. The stronger he is, the greater benefits the Emperor God Clan will gain in the next Hundred Clans Conference. .

"Brother Yang, I have prepared a banquet for you. Brother Yang is here to invite you." Unknowingly, the title of the Lord of the Emperor God has changed. In the world of monks, the strong are respected, the accomplished are first, age and so on. It doesn't even count.

Soon, a grand banquet began.

At that banquet, the emperor's daughters and princesses, such as the Emperor God Peixue, could only act as maids.

The wine table made of top-grade holy crystals was filled with delicacies made from all kinds of rare and exotic animals, as well as the top-grade holy fruits. Plate after plate was continuously delivered to the table. Ordinary people If you can take a bite, you will immediately ascend to heaven and live a long life.

And that fine wine is even more extraordinary. Just one glass is enough for a Half-Saint to break through a small realm.

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

Yang Fan glanced at the Lord of the Emperor God and said, "Brother Emperor God, I wonder what the specific situation of this Hundred Clans Conference is?" Regarding this Hundred Clans Conference, Yang Fan knew only a limited amount. He only knew that this was one of the top clans in the Sacred Heart Domain. The carve-up feast is the only way for many upper-class races to advance to the top families. It is held once every hundred million years.

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