Invincible starts with predatory terms

He took a deep breath, stepped forward, and confronted Tang Hao.

Li Ling'er stood on the other side, her opponent being a mysterious figure in a black robe beside Tang Hao.

In the sunlight, she slightly raised her head, her eyes revealing a hint of fearlessness, "No matter who it is, they cannot stop our progress."

In an instant, no other sound could be heard in the forest, only the rhythm of heartbeats in the silence.

Tang Hao suddenly sneered, and with a wave of his hand, a black-gold armored puppet appeared, like a monster intertwined with metal and interests, immediately pouncing towards Li Changsheng.

"Humph!"

Li Changsheng was not afraid at all. He borrowed strength to leap up, dodging the sharp attack, and then with a backhand punch, struck the puppet's head, erupting a burst of metallic collision.

On the other side, Li Ling'er was also unwilling to be outdone, and engaged in a fierce fight with her opponent.

Although the opponent was powerful, her agile figure was unpredictable, and each attack was as smooth as flowing water, without showing any strain.

Yang Fan mobilized the Mandate of Heaven System in the rear to ensure that his disciples received the best support.

He roamed back and forth, his eyes like torches, occasionally taking action to resolve crises.

The entire open space became a arena for experts, and the atmosphere of battle gradually occupied every corner of the morning.

Just then, a faint commotion came from the distance, and Yang Fan noticed a trace of abnormality.

He turned his head and vaguely saw a crown-like figure approaching, "The First Prince..."

Yang Fan's heart tightened, and he secretly raised his vigilance.

As this mysterious enemy approached, a larger conspiracy gradually unfolded.

Yang Fan understood that this was not just a battle of honor, but also an important duel related to their future survival.

"No matter what, we must not lose!"

Yang Fan silently muttered in his heart, and continued to pour his power into the entire field.

The air tightened again, and as the morning sun gradually faded, this forest was about to usher in another more violent storm.

The destinies of Yang Fan, Li Changsheng, and Li Ling'er were also gradually intertwined in this bloody storm...

In this tense atmosphere, Yang Fan's attention never left the changes on the battlefield.

Li Changsheng's opponent had been forced into a desperate situation, and each of his attacks carried unparalleled power, "Today, I will win!"

Li Changsheng shouted loudly, as if to move the heavens and the earth.

Accompanied by his unyielding roar, the Soul Clan's enemy leader's face changed drastically, finally revealing signs of defeat.

Under Li Changsheng's final blow, the enemy leader fell to the ground, turning into a wisp of gray smoke and dissipating in the wind.

However, before the joy of victory could spread in their hearts, a gloomy aura had already enveloped them.

In the shadows, the figures of the Demon Clan emerged like a tide, their appearance like dark clouds covering the entire battlefield.

Yang Fan instantly understood that the real test had just begun.

He quickly transmitted his voice to Li Ling'er and Li Changsheng, "Pay attention to defense, fight and retreat!"

Li Ling'er nimbly dodged the incoming attacks, while using her agile swordsmanship to meet the enemy, her swordplay like a dance, light and fierce.

Li Changsheng, on the other hand, was open and powerful, each punch smashing towards the enemy like a boulder.

Under Yang Fan's guidance, they gradually calmly dealt with the Demon Clan's attack.

In an instant, a full of energy poured into his whole body from the system, enhancing his attack power and agility.

Seeing that the Demon Clan's offensive was becoming more and more fierce, Yang Fan decisively took action.

With lightning speed, he stepped to the front of the battle, and the power of his whole body burst out in an instant.

His fist carried a visible light, and slammed into the Demon Clan's commander.

The Demon Clan leader obviously realized Yang Fan's threat, and quickly condensed his power on the shield, but it was still difficult to resist.

With Yang Fan's heavy blow, the shield instantly cracked, and the Demon Clan leader showed a look of horror.

In this fierce battle, the air was filled with tension and determination.

Li Changsheng and Li Ling'er cooperated closely, not giving the enemy any chance to breathe.

Yang Fan was like a fearless general, always standing at the key point, suppressing every counterattack of the Demon Clan.

Finally, under Yang Fan's final blow, the Demon Clan commander wailed and collapsed, and the entire battlefield instantly fell into a dead silence.

The aftermath of the enemy being defeated still echoed around, and the belief in victory finally took root in everyone's hearts.

As the battle ended, the sun once again洒入 the forest, dispelling all the haze.

Yang Fan raised his head and looked at the sky, the fearless belief in his heart was already firm.

This was not only a struggle they had experienced, but also became the starting point for all their future possibilities.

Li Changsheng and Li Ling'er were also excited, knowing that the victory before them was only a step in their long journey.

At this moment, Yang Fan's heart was full of expectations for the future and endless trust in his disciples.

He knew that no matter how difficult the road ahead, they would fight side by side and move towards a broader destiny.

After returning to the sect, Yang Fan felt a long-lost tranquility.

He had just stepped into the mountain gate, and several disciples who came to meet him looked at him with reverence, and paid their respects to him.

Yang Fan nodded slightly, indicating that they did not need to be restrained, and then strode towards the sect hall.

In the sect hall, the elders had been waiting for a long time.

Seeing Yang Fan push the door and enter, the old elder who presided over the overall situation immediately greeted him, took Yang Fan's hand, and said with emotion: "Yang Fan, you have made great contributions this time, and the sect is proud of you."

The old elder's tone was firm, as if conveying his infinite trust in Yang Fan.

"I just did my best."

Yang Fan responded modestly, but he had already realized that his responsibility with the sect had deepened.

He secretly strengthened in his heart that he must protect everything here.

After the meeting started, the elders discussed the course of the battle, and gave high praise to Yang Fan and his disciples.

Li Changsheng and Li Ling'er stood on both sides of Yang Fan, their eyes full of admiration for their master and desire to learn.

"Regarding the rewards for this battle,"

The old elder said solemnly, "In addition to the replenishment of resources, we have decided to give Yang Fan you guidance on the embryonic form of sword intent. I hope you can go further in the way of the sword."

Yang Fan's heart was shocked. The embryonic form of sword intent was a realm that many sword cultivators dreamed of, and now he had received the sect's recognition and support.

He bowed deeply: "Thank you for the sect's kindness, Yang Fan will live up to the heavy trust."

Li Changsheng approached Yang Fan and asked in a low voice: "Master, what does the embryonic form of sword intent feel like?"

Yang Fan smiled slightly and explained: "This is a kind of power that can inject the soul into the sword, and can more accurately control the sword skills."

In his words, his eyes were full of anticipation for future challenges.

After the meeting, Yang Fan led Li Changsheng and Li Ling'er out of the hall.