C276 Bang
C276 Bang
Death Swordsman - Ji Wuming. He was one of the thirteen people who cultivated the Heavenly Sword Rankings, and he had already stepped into the Martial Master level 8 a few years ago. After several years of bitter cultivation, his cultivation base had become even more profound, and he was now only a step away from the Realm of Nine Heavens. Adding the Mastery Death Sword Intent, he was only a step away from the Marquess Stage, and he was no match for him!
On the other hand, Yang Fann. . . Although there was no one in the Seven Stars Sect who didn't know about Peerless Evildoer, and he was also known as the number one monster in the Seven Stars Sect. . . However, after leaving the Seven Stars Sect, outside of the Xishu, the Longang, and the Jieting, there were very few people who knew about him. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that he was a nobody. In the four stands, there were hundreds of thousands of spectators, and almost no one thought highly of him.
In the eyes of countless people, Yang Fann was already a man on the verge of death!
"Boom!" Boom!" Boom!" . . .
On the arena, Ji Wuming took a step forward. The aura around his body increased crazily, like an unsheathed Supreme Divine Sword. An invisible Sword Qi burst out from his body, and it easily crushed the surrounding Voids. A sizzling sound was heard!
"Yang Fann, speaking of which. . . I still have to thank you. If it wasn't for you. . . I'm afraid that I wouldn't have the chance to enter the Sword Tomb!" Ji Wuming looked down at Yang Fann from above. He spoke frankly and confidently. He had thought that he would enter the Death Group. Unexpectedly. . . Fortune and misfortune were interdependent. If not for the fact that the Death Group had been chosen. . . How could he have the chance to meet Yang Fann? How could he have the chance to enter the Sword Tomb? Even if he didn't have the chance to participate in the final competition of the Cyan Cloud Ranking, he didn't need to come here.
"In order to thank you for letting me enter the Sword Tomb, I will show you mercy today!"
In the next moment. . .
A black sword light flashed and the quasi-Profound Artifact on his back - the Sword of Death was unsheathed!!
"Rumble!"
With the sword in hand, Ji Wuming's aura immediately became like a great river, rising steadily. A Peerless Swordsman's sword tip instantly revealed its edge. Terrifying and murderous death sword intent spread across the entire arena, covering the entire arena.
Yang Fann, who was 300 meters away. . . At this moment, he was like a lone boat in the ocean of fury, in danger of being destroyed at any moment!
"Meeting Ji Wuming is the biggest tragedy for this kid!" Countless martial artist were shaking their heads from all directions, as if they had already seen Yang Fann's miserable ending.
"Die!" The corner of Ji Wuming's mouth cracked open, and a terrifying grin emerged on his face. He then spun the Death Sword in his hand, and unleashed a fierce Sword Qi.
This Sword Qi was as black as ink, and it was like a Limitless Darkness that could devour everything in the world!
The peak of the seventh level Death Sword Intent fused into the Sword Qi, causing the quality of the Sword Qi to increase by several levels. This was the Death God's Sword, the Death Strike. Even if it was some Half-step Martial Lord, if they didn't have the protection of the Profound Artifact, they would still be left with half of their lives even if they didn't die!
"Hiss. . . Alright. . . What a terrifying sword, it can't be blocked, it can't be blocked either. . . " Countless martial artist from all directions sucked in a breath of cold air. Under the effect of the Sword Qi of Death, they could feel the thick aura of death. When placed in their shoes, even if they used all their trump cards, they would still die without a chance of survival!!
"That's right. The Sword Intent of Death has a part of the profoundness of the 8th layer Sword Intent. I believe that in less than a year and a half, I will truly comprehend the 8th layer Sword Intent of Death!!" Dugu Yifang smiled in satisfaction. One should know that many Marquess Sword Immortal were only able to comprehend the 8th layer Death Sword Intent. In terms of cultivation, in terms of Sword Intent, His disciples were no less than some Marquess Sword Immortal.
"Chieko, I will gladly accept ten high grade sword stones!" This sword strike was something that even some First Second Layer Marquess had to take seriously. Not to mention a junior like Yang Fann!
In the blink of an eye!
"How dare you be so impudent in front of me!" On the stage, Yang Fann roared, with his body as the center. In an instant, a terrifying power that was both desolate and mighty burst out. The Void shattered and the space cracked. The Human-shaped Real Hou whizzed out and shattered the Death Sword Qi that Ji Wuming slashed out!
Almost at the same time, Yang Fann crushed the Void and appeared in front of Ji Wuming. His body kept expanding in Ji Wuming's pupils. He looked like an ancient god from the legends. In an instant, he had taken away all of Ji Wuming's mind!
"Die!"
He looked like a high and mighty god who had announced Ji Wuming's fate!
"Rumble!!"
Yang Fann slapped him. Yang Fann didn't use any martial skill secret technique, nor did he use any Spiritual Energy. He only used a little bit of the power of the shell, but its terror was beyond the imagination of the world. It was like Ancient Devil God's palm had destroyed everything in its path!
After a month of hard work, although Yang Fann's Black Iron Battle Body hadn't reached the Mastery, The Pure Strength Of Body. . . It had increased by several times, and had already surpassed the trillion Cauldron Strength. This power was too terrifying and terrifying. With just a wave of his hand, * Hong Long. . . . . . * That was more than 10 billion Cauldron Strength, and it was comparable to the full force strike of many Third Empyrean Marquess warriors!
"Bang!"
Without any surprise, Ji Wuming was like a inflated balloon that was forcefully smashed by Yang Fann. Blood, broken bones, internal organs. . . All fell onto the ground!
As for the others, perhaps Yang Fann would still show mercy. But this Iron Sword Sect disciple, he would definitely kill every one of them when he saw them. He still remembered Dugu Yi's despicable actions that day. If it wasn't for his powerful cultivation base, Han Qianye would have been cautious. At this moment, his Dao heart might have already been broken. From then on, he would fall from the altar and once again become one of the mediocre!
This enmity, this hatred, this hatred! They were irreconcilable enemies!!!
The entire audience fell silent.
After a while, There were whispers. . . .
"I. . . I didn't see wrongly, right? Death Swordsman - Ji Wuming He was blown up by a palm just like that. How. . . How was this possible? How is this possible? "
"What. . . What a terrifying power of the shell! It's like the descent of an ancient Savage Beast! This. . . What kind of background does this kid have?"
"Scary, this is really too scary! The strength of his Body, even an ordinary Beast Commander wouldn't be able to do much about it!!"
"This. . . Where did this monster come from? Secondary Evildoer, this monster is definitely Secondary Evildoer's combat strength!"
. . .
Death Swordsman Ji Wuming was not a fish belly. That was the combat strength of a level 3 monster. The monster that could instantly kill him was at least a level 2 monster. In a level 2 monster, he was not a weakling. A level 2 monster at the age of a weakling. Hiss, it was simply unimaginable!
. . .
"Hiss, this. . . This. . . How is this possible? He. . . How could he have such strength? How could he possibly have such strength? Could it be. . . That he really. . . Really is. . . "An unrealistic thought appeared in Chu Bingxin's mind once again. " No. . . Impossible, it can't be him. . . It definitely isn't him. . . "
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The seats of the Seven Stars Sect.
"Hiss! This was Brother Yang Fann's strength, his mightiness! It was really too powerful! Even a Peerless Evildoer like Ji Wuming could be killed in an instant!" Many core disciples sucked in a breath of cold air. Their eyes were filled with admiration.
" Brother Yang Fann is the strongest. A mere Ji Wuming is nothing! " Lu Bingling and the others looked calm. They knew how powerful Yang Fann was. It would be strange if Ji Wuming could not handle him easily.
"That's right. My cousin, Yang Fann (my master), is the strongest!" Luo Jiahui and the other two girls waved their fists excitedly. In their hearts, Yang Fann was a god, a god. No one could be a match for him.
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Death Group.
"He actually lost to such a junior, what a waste!!!" The Heavenly Sword young master, Xia Yu, who was wearing a white robe and was surrounded by Sword Qi, secretly cursed. "But this way, it's not like I don't have the possibility of entering the Sword Tomb. . . "
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Eastern Altar.
"I never thought that this Little Brute would actually be a body cultivator. This Body is so powerful that it's comparable to an ancient Savage Beast. Even an ordinary First Second Layer Marquess might not be a match for it. . . Damn it. How old was this Little Brute? If he was given another eight or ten years. . . I'm afraid even my sect might not be able to cure you. No. . . I can't let this Little Brute live, die. . . This Little Brute must die. . . " Boundless killing intent flashed in Dugu Yi's eyes. Yang Fann was becoming more and more monster. The more you die!
At this moment. . .
Not far away, Han Qianye said with a proud smile, "Brother Dugu, your Dragon Tiger Secret Divine Pill, this sect will gladly accept it. . . . "
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