Invincible Bloodline

Yang Fann and Jun Haoran were a thousand feet apart, standing opposite of each other.    

As usual, Yang Fann's aura was still calm. From afar, he looked like a martial artist. He looked more like a Wealthy Young Master who could not understand any martial arts, but in his eyes. . . Every now and then, a hint of helplessness would flash across his eyes. The thing he didn't want to see the most. . . Finally, it had come. To be honest, He would rather face The Eight Great Evildoers than to think about the matter of his fellow disciples being crippled!    

Opposite him, Jun Haoran had a bitter smile on his face. Others might not know how powerful Yang Fann was, but as Senior Brother, how could he not know? That was the Most Powerful Monster of the Seven Stars Sect that had existed for thousands of years. It was his Master, Han Qianye. Even if he used the ultimate treasure of the Seven Stars Sect, he might not be a match for Yang Fann. Besides him, amongst all the Heaven's Pride Evildoer present. . . He was afraid that only The Eight Great Evildoers could suppress this monster, Junior Brother!    

. . .    

"Sigh! My luck is really bad!" Han Qianye sighed speechlessly. Their Seven Stars Sect only had two disciples who managed to climb the Cyan Cloud Ranking, but they were still able to draw the Cyan Cloud Ranking. This luck was truly out of their league.    

"This is the end of our road to greatness!" Although Jun Haoran was the disciple who benefited the most from it, and his talent was even greater than Master's, compared to Yang Fann, who was a monster monster, the difference between them was not just a little bit, but a Heaven And Earth Cloud And Mud.    

However, Han Qianye didn't have much regret on his face. Jun Haoran was able to kill his way into the Cyan Cloud Ranking. That was already an unexpected joy, and amongst the 120 geniuses of various countries. . . Jun Haoran, who could barely be considered as one of the top three geniuses, was truly nothing. Even if he couldn't be considered to be at the bottom of the list. . . Even if he didn't meet Yang Fann, he would still be in the top twenty. He would lose more than he could win!    

. . .    

Arena # 28.    

"Junior Brother Yang Fann, I have a move. I hope Junior Brother can teach me a thing or two. " Jun Haoran wanted to admit defeat, but he swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth. There were 120 Cyan Cloud Ranking, and each of them was ranked higher than the previous one. The luck that they obtained was different. The difference between the top 60 and the bottom 60 was. . . Even though he knew that he was not a match for Yang Fann, Yet he didn't use a single move and admitted defeat. He was truly unwilling to accept this.    

Yang Fann nodded slightly and said, "Lord Senior Brother, please make your move!"    

"Junior Brother Yang Fann, be careful!"    

"Swoosh!!"    

With a flash of sword light, a three foot tall green mountain with a cold light fell into Jun Haoran's hand. The Nature Energy Sword - Jun Haoran's famous divine weapon, ranked among the top grade Profound Artifacts. He had once relied on this sword. Jun Haoran had killed three Patriarch Wu Hou in a row, allowing him to establish a great reputation!    

With the sword in hand, Jun Haoran's aura skyrocketed crazily. The overwhelming sword intent that represented the righteous path of the heavens and earth was rising steadily, without any restraint!    

"Clang!" Clang!" Clang!" . . .    

In the audience stands, some of the audience members who were wearing longswords, their longswords that they carried with them, all gave out slight palpitations, as if they were resonating with Jun Haoran's Nature Energy Sword.    

"Ninth level Perfection Nature Energy Sword? As expected of the top sword cultivator among the young generation of Great Tang Dynasty, in terms of sword intent, only Xia Yu can slightly beat him!" Yang Fann nodded slightly. The ninth level of Perfection sword intent was something that even Top Martial Marquis might not be able to achieve. As the number one monster in Seven Stars Sect, Jun Haoran was indeed capable.    

"Junior Brother Yang Fann, be careful!" Jun Haoran reminded Yang Fann once again. He had only mastered the next sword strike, but he still could not control it freely.    

"Jun Senior Brother, don't worry. Just do it. " Upon hearing this, Yang Fann's facial expression didn't change. He just smiled and said.    

"Then I'll be offending you, brother. Unparalleled Morality, ten thousand demons split it!"    

In the next moment. . .    

"Rumble!" "Rumble rumble rumble!" Rumble!" . . .    

The Vital Energy within a radius of dozens of kilometers seemed to be attracted by some mysterious force. It went berserk and ignored the formation restrictions on the Central Ring. It gathered above Jun Haoran's head and after three breaths, it condensed into a huge sword!!    

"Slash!"    

The sword slashed out. It was a thousand feet long sword light. It swept out for 90,000 kilometers. This sword beam. . . Under the support of the Ninth Level Perfection Boundless Sword Intent, the Boundless Vital Energy in a radius of dozens of miles was gathered. The power contained within was so terrifying that it was close to ten Billions Of Ding Of Divine Power. It was comparable to a full-powered attack from a First Layer Martial Sect Expert, and it was equivalent to an ordinary Half-step Martial Ancestor. Without the protection of a supreme treasure, under this sword. . . If he wasn't careful, he would be in danger of dying. Even the space in the four directions. . . Boom! Boom! Boom!    

"Gasp! What a terrifying sword strike. It could actually attract the Morality of Heaven and Earth for its own use. With this sword strike, this Jun Haoran will be able to enter the second tier of the monster!"    

"That's not right. When he can truly master this technique, he will be considered to have truly stepped into the second tier of the monster. Right now, he is still far from being able to do so!"    

The exchange of blows between experts was ever-changing. Three breaths of time was more than enough to kill Jun Haoran thousands of times. Apart from Yang Fann, who would be foolish enough to wait for him to condense the Righteous Qi?    

"The power of the Nature Energy Senior Brother is not ordinary. Even a First Layer Martial Sect Expert might be at a disadvantage if he is not careful. Unfortunately, his flaws are not small either!" The corner of Yang Fann's mouth curled up slightly. In an instant, he had already analyzed most of Jun Haoran's ultimate skill, "If I want to break this attack, 8th layer strength is enough!"    

"Rumble!"    

With a thought, Yang Fann threw out a punch in shock. The Ten Billions Of Ding Of Divine Power swept out and swept across the heavens and earth. Everything, including the Void and sword light, was destroyed and shattered!    

"I. . . I lost. Junior Brother Yang Fann is Junior Brother Yang Fann. He is far more powerful than us mortals. . . " Jun Haoran's heart was filled with bitterness. Although he knew that he was no match for Yang Fann, In his mind, this ultimate skill of his. . . Even if Yang Fann could break it, he should still use some of his trump cards. He had spent some effort, but he had never imagined that his ultimate skill would be so easily broken with a single punch.    

. . .    

Four Direction View Platform.    

"Hiss!!"    

Many of the spectators sucked in a breath of cold air. They had witnessed this sword strike that had condensed an infinite amount of Vital Energy. Even some of the second tier monsters could not guarantee that they would be able to break through this ultimate skill so easily.    

"This young man has such terrifying strength. This Body, even those Lord tier large Exotic Beasts are only so-so!!"    

"Another dark horse. With his strength, among all the dark horses, he's already in the top ten, or even the top five!!"    

"This Seven Stars Sect is really lucky to have such a rare monster genius. Their rise is just around the corner!!"    

. . .    

"Damn Little Brute, he actually let him advance into the top 60. Damn it! Damn it!" The Sect Master of the Celestial Sect, the God Of Heaven Sect, had a face full of envy, jealousy, and hatred. The Celestial Sect was the number one sect in the Great Tang Dynasty and had the best results in the past thousand years. It was only sixty-eight Cyan Cloud Ranking.    

"Brother God, relax. Why do you want to vomit with someone who is about to die? So what if that Little Brute has entered the top sixty of the Cyan Cloud Ranking? If he offends Liu Xiu, he is destined to die!" Compared to the God Of Heaven Sect, Dugu Yi's side was much calmer.    

"Not bad. The higher Little Brute climbs, the faster he dies!"    

. . .    

Within the Heterospatial Space.    

"Brother Xu, you have to treat us when we get back!" An old man wearing a silver robe, with white hair and a youthful face, skin as tender as a baby's, golden light rolling on his head, and Runes flickering in his eyes said to Xu Baichuan with a faint smile. His voice was faintly filled with envy.    

Yan Nanshan was the same as Xu Baichuan, both of them were Silver Robed Deacon from the Holy Ji Academy. However, compared to Xu Baichuan, his luck was obviously much worse. Out of the one hundred and sixty geniuses of the Great Yan Dynasty that he led, only two of them had ascended the Cyan Cloud Ranking, and just now, all of them had been eliminated from the competition, and were now stuck outside of the top sixty.    

"That's right! Brother Xu, you have earned a lot this time! Yang Fann of the Seven Stars Sect and Grand Princess Li Xianning. They were both experts in the second tier of monsters, even if they were to break through to the top 30. Brother Xu must hold a big feast this time!" Another purple cloud rolled above his head. The imposing middle-aged man with an imposing aura as deep as the ocean opened his mouth and spoke, his voice faintly containing traces of sourness. The top thirty ranks of the Cyan Cloud Ranking had always been covered by the three great Majestic Empires. In the past thousands of years, not a single genius from the ten great dynasties had made it into the top thirty. But this Xu Baichuan, whether it was Li Xiuning or Yang Fann. . . Both of them were confident that they could make it into the top thirty.    

"Hehe, it was just a fluke. It was just a fluke. Xu Baichuan smiled modestly, but in his heart, he disapproved, "A mere top 30 is nothing. The top 10, and even the top 5 are my targets. . . "    

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