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Shushan, Chunyang Palace.

A huge ancient bronze mirror floats in the center of the palace.

The Seven Swordsmen of Shushan, tall, short, fat, thin, old, middle-aged and young, and the seven Taoists were all staring nervously at the battle scene in the "Floating World Mirror" in mid-air.

After careful calculation, we all are of the same lineage as the Earth, and subjectively they all like Yang Yunfan to win.

However, the enemy is really too powerful, especially the Demonic Dragon Emperor of the Demon Killing Tribe, who carries the most precious golden dragon scissors, and is so powerful that it makes people fear him.

They all had sad faces, worried that something would happen to Yang Yunfan.

Who knew that at this moment, they would see Yang Yunfan break free from the eight bloodline shackles and show off his peerless grace...

"good!"

"It turns out that he has been showing weakness to the enemy just now!"

"As expected of the master of Moyun Palace, Yang Yunfan! So awesome!"

At this time, seeing Yang Yunfan reverse the situation and suddenly gain the upper hand, the seven Taoists applauded and cheered loudly.

"Haha... Yang Yunfan, this guy, is quite interesting."

On the side, Little Xuannv, who was wearing an ill-fitting and wide skirt, originally had a dull expression and yawned from time to time. Until this moment, she saw Yang Yunfan burst out with unparalleled momentum. There was also a hint of excitement in her lazy eyes, which was a little more.

Interested.

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The surrounding mountains of Shushan Sword Palace.

"Woooo..."

Waves of majestic momentum, with Yang Yunfan as the center, continued to spread out, covering the entire area within a hundred miles.

The turmoil of the divine power made the entire mountain range tremble slightly as if it were an earthquake. From time to time, bursts of whimpering sounds were heard in the mountains and forests, as if a wounded beast was roaring, and there was a fear that penetrated people.

atmosphere.

"Bang bang!"

With his hands swaying freely, Yang Yunfan's fingertips fired out streams of extremely rich black divine power, turning into extremely sharp sword energy, which collided with the two ferocious golden dragons cut by golden dragons in the sky, causing sparks to fly!

"hold head high!"

Although the golden dragon was not able to repel the golden dragon, it was difficult for the golden dragon to rush to Yang Yunfan's side. It could not help but let out waves of angry dragon roars and moved back and forth in the void.

"The golden dragon scissors are invincible, they can cut through the sky, but they cannot get within a hundred steps of them!"

The Demon King was dressed in white, and he was originally handsome and unrestrained, but at this moment, his face was very ugly, and his dark golden pupils shrank in waves, full of fear.

As the holder, he knows how powerful the Golden Dragon Scissors are.

In the lava field, he only used half of the Golden Dragon Scissors to chase Yang Yunfan to the sky and into the ground. But today, the Golden Dragon Scissors can no longer make Yang Yunfan even take a step back!

It is really hard to imagine how much progress Yang Yunfan has made during this period of time?

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"The three stars merged into one, allowing me to reach the peak for a short time, and the flame power of the three gods was integrated into my body!"

As the three flame light balls slowly flowed on Yang Yunfan's body, getting closer and closer to a straight line, Yang Yunfan's divine power became more and more powerful.

He didn't even have to control himself, his body floated naturally.

At the same time, in his originally dark pupils, due to the constant changes and flows of the three divine flames, sometimes there was a pale light of the fallen star flame, sometimes there was a ray of brilliant golden color of the eternal golden flame, and sometimes it changed again.

It is purple and translucent, filled with the aura of pure purple flames, and is extraordinary.

Three kinds of divine flames are flowing in Yang Yunfan's eyes, and the aura on his body is also constantly changing, which is very complicated.

However, gradually, this situation began to stabilize.

Yang Yunfan's aura began to converge and became extremely deep, like a black hole. Although it looked calm on the outside, the huge power bred inside was terrifying.

At this time, Yang Yunfan turned his eyes, flashing with the brilliance of three kinds of gods. He lowered his head to look at Master Wu Kun, whose expression had changed dramatically. He showed an arrogant smile and said: "Master Wu Kun, the grandson of the Supreme Emperor Nightmare, Master Yuan Mirage."

The eldest son, the most noble bloodline of the Phantom Demon Clan. If I can kill you today, if nothing happens, my name will spread throughout the world again!"

Yang Yunfan's voice was not loud, but it was filled with an extreme madness radiating from the depths of his soul, making Master Wu Kun feel inexplicably cold.

"Yang Yunfan is a lunatic! He knows that I am the grandson of Supreme Emperor Nightmare, but he still dares to clamor to kill me? Isn't he afraid that Supreme Emperor Nightmare will take action and directly shatter his soul?"

"Also, what happened to this guy? How did he suddenly go from being in the initial stage of the divine realm, with serious injuries that were difficult to recover, to breaking free from many shackles, and reaching this level!" Lord Wu Kun's expression changed.

From the majestic aura that permeated Yang Yunfan's body, he could be sure that Yang Yunfan's strength at this time was already comparable to that of his father, the Master of Yuan Mirage. He had broken free from the shackles of the eight bloodlines and could be called an unparalleled powerhouse.

However, Yang Yunfan was obviously injured and had difficulty walking.

Otherwise, according to his understanding of Yang Yunfan, this guy would not be so coquettish. He would have to ask his servants to carry the sedan after walking a few steps. This kind of behavior would simply embarrass the powerful God Lord.

Also, his aura is very strange.

There is no doubt that the three flame light balls flowing on the body surface are the breath of eternal golden flame.

As for the other two flame light balls, one is filled with the aura of destruction. Not surprisingly, it should be Fallen Star Yan.

However, he was clearly hit by the Fallen Star Flame. Instead of expelling the Fallen Star Flame from his body, this guy actually fused it with the Fallen Star Flame?

This is too incredible!

Also, the third kind of flame, a strange purple color, is filled with an inexplicable breath of life... This is the first time even I have seen this kind of flame!

So mysterious!

There are too many uncertainties in Master Wu Kun's heart.

"I don't believe it. You are a young boy. You are less than thirty years old and you have entered the realm of the God Lord. It has only been less than a year. How can you reach the peak of the God King?"

Lord Wu Kun’s eyes were gloomy.

This was not the first day he met Yang Yunfan.

When the Secret Realm of Ancient Buddhism was opened, Yang Yunfan had just stepped into the realm of the God Lord. Less than a year had passed. No matter how talented Yang Yunfan was, he refused to believe that the other party could be comparable to his father, the Master of Yuan Mirage.

realm!

You must know that his father, Yuan Mirage Master, is the only bloodline of the Supreme Emperor Nightmare. He has the inheritance of the Supreme and nearly one hundred thousand years of hard training before he broke free from the shackles of the eight bloodlines!

Regardless of talent, inheritance, resources, or even hard work... they far surpass Yang Yunfan.

"Today, I don't believe in this evil!"

With a cold gleam in his eyes like a knife, Lord Wu Kun clasped his hands together and moved them slightly. Within a moment, a void white blade condensed in his palms.
Chapter completed!