Invincible Bloodline

This was just a casual strike from Yang Fann, like a normal person slapping a fly. There was not the slightest bit of gaudy or profound meaning to speak of, and he did not even activate a layer of power of the shell. However, the power contained within it was far beyond the imagination of the world. After half a month of bitter cultivation, he had absorbed and refined the nearly fifty jin Black Iron Heart and the one ton of Black Iron Essence. Although Yang Fann hadn't broken through to the Small Completion Late Stage Black Iron Battle Body, there was only a slight gap between them. The Pure Strength Of Body had exceeded the terrifying strength of a hundred billion cauldrons, even if it was only half of its strength. * Hong Long. . . . . . *    

"Boom!" Boom! *" Boom!" . . .    

As the palm landed, large tracts of space in all directions shattered. It was as if chaos had exploded. Earth, fire, wind, and water had sealed the area within a radius of one mile. The Saber Qi Blood Dragon was like a small snake trapped in a cage. It was being toyed with in the palm of someone else, and it had no ability to resist at all!!    

In less than a breath's time!!    

"Aooo!!"    

Faintly, a miserable howl that sounded like the Flood Dragon was on the verge of death could be heard. Then, the several dozen zhang long body suddenly exploded, turning into specks of bloody light.    

Before absolute strength, the Quasi-Success Stage Death Knife Intent, the ultimate skills that had been tempered repeatedly, were all fabricated!!    

"Ah. . . How is this possible! How can you be so strong, how can you be so strong. . . " Xue Wuqing's voice was so hysterical. He was on the verge of going mad. The Blood Dragon Slash was his ultimate skill. With the help of the quasi-large success Knife Intent, even Half-step Martial Lord, who had just broken through to the Marquess Stage, could be killed by him. Even the publicly acknowledged number one youth of their generation, Shen Wushuang, was killed by his blade. He would have to use all of his skills, but Yang Fann was like a fly that was being swatted by Yang Fann. Breaking his ultimate skill with just a wave of his hand. How ridiculous was this? What the f * ck!!    

"Go to hell and repent!!" Yang Fann's expression was cold. The invincible force continued to press down. The air in all directions was completely sucked dry. All the matter was turned into nothingness!    

"Ah, don't. . . "    

There was a great terror between life and death. At this moment of life and death, Xue Wuqing finally knew fear. He had killed countless people. Even if there were not ten million of them, there would still be a few million of them. However, it did not mean that he could face death calmly. Compared to others, he, Xue Wuqing, was even more afraid of death!    

At this moment, Xue Wuqing seemed to see countless evil creatures baring their fangs and brandishing their claws. Their faces were full of ferociousness. They were surging towards him from all directions like surging tides!    

"Don't come over, don't come over. . . "    

"Die!!!"    

Yang Fann wasn't moved by it at all. A frenzied man like Blood Kill who could slaughter millions of lives in a city just for the sake of practicing his devil art. He didn't deserve to live in this world. If it wasn't for the fact that the situation wasn't right. . . Yang Fann wasn't prepared to kill him so easily. He was a devil in human skin. Even if he suffered countless punishments in this world, it would still be difficult for him to wash away the sins he had committed. He just killed him with a single palm. It was too easy on him!!    

"Rumble!"    

. . .    

At the peak of Wanling Mountain.    

"Rumble!!!"    

A bloody light cut through the Void. When it landed on an open space, a figure appeared. The figure was around thirty years old and was over 1. 8 meters tall. He was wearing the same blood red clothes as Blood Kill and Xue Wuqing. His Qi was extremely dangerous, like a peerless god of slaughter who had just walked out from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Vaguely, one could see countless evil spirits looming around him. They were baring their fangs and brandishing their claws, howling in grief!    

This man in blood-red clothes was none other than the number one youth in the Purple Spirit Sect's younger generation. Among the four great Sect, Butcher of the Bloody Hand, who was also known as the two great killing gods of the youth generation alongside Blood Kill and Xue Wuqing - Tu Mie!    

However, at this moment, Tu Mie's breathing was somewhat rapid. His demonic blood eyes were constantly circulating, and there was a faint trace of panic, as if he was dodging something!    

At this moment! . . .    

"Tu Mie, you can't escape!" An ethereal voice that sounded like the voice of a god came from in front of Tu Mie.    

As soon as the voice faded, a brilliant sword light descended from the sky. A floating Young Man in blue robes walked out from it. An invisible Saber Qi surrounded him, continuously cutting the Voids in all directions. His eyes were like blades, shattering the Voids. A powerful fighting spirit rolled up and down his body, sweeping across all directions!    

The Life Severing Blade Master! He was Jing Wuming, the third genius among the young generation in Bahuangdao Palace. He was also the third genius of Bahuangdao Palace, Young Giants.    

"Jing Wuming, with just you alone?" A hint of ruthlessness flashed across Tu Mie's eyes. As Young Giants, there were also differences between them. Unparalleled Divine Sword, Shen Wushuang, was indisputable. He was the number one monster of the four sects. He was able to suppress his peers, but he was inferior to him. They were Blood Kill, Xue Wuqing, Giant Spirit Divine General Ju Yishan, and Butcher of the Bloody Hand. Although Jing Wuming was also part of Young Giants's group, he had barely stepped into the top class. Among the fifteen Young Giants from the Sect, he was not even in the top ten. He was much weaker than the others!    

"What about me?" A voice that sounded like the voice of an ancient Devil God came from behind Tu Mie.    

"Bang!" Bang!" Bang!" . . .    

Almost at the same time, the ground began to shake violently, as if countless wild Giant Beasts were running on it. Very quickly, a person appeared a thousand feet away from Tu Mie. He had his hands behind his back, and his eyes were like gods. His aura was like the descent of an ancient god, and no one was without him. Who could compete with him? It was as if Emperor was born with an aura that looked down upon the world!    

Every step he took was like ten thousand tons of Giant Beasts moving forward. The sky shook and the earth shook, and layers of cracks appeared on the ground!    

It was the Giant Divine General who possessed the bloodline of an ancient giant, an unusual being of the Iron Sword Sect. He faintly had the title of the number one body cultivator among the young generation of the four great Sect - Ju Yishan!!    

Unknowingly, Tu Mie frowned. One Jing Wuming was nothing, but with the addition of Giant Spirit Divine General Ju Yishan, who was not any weaker than him and was even slightly stronger than him, there was no way he could be a match for the two of them.    

However, right at this moment. . .    

Another figure appeared in Tu Mie's line of sight. This person was around thirty years old. His handsome face was enough to make all men jealous. His aura was noble and imposing. He should be covering his face, but he didn't have the aura of a martial artist. He looked so ordinary and ordinary. Instead, he looked like the Wealthy Young Master who did not understand the martial arts. He walked with light steps, and there were a few servants and maids by his side. He was just like the Wealthy Young Master who came out to have fun.    

However, following his appearance, Tu Mie, who was originally frowning slightly, suddenly showed a trace of fear. Because he was Shen Wushuang, the indisputable number one youth of the Sect. His strength was mysterious and unpredictable. No one below Patriarch Wu Hou was a match for him!    

If it was only Jing Wuming and Ju Yishan, even if he wasn't a match for them, he was confident that he would be able to break out of the encirclement. But now, with Shen Wushuang, it wouldn't be the same as one plus one equals two.    

Unconsciously, Tu Mie's heart sank to the lowest point!    

"Tu Mie, hand over the Anemone Fruit and I will let you go!" Shen Wushuang's voice was very calm, but there was a kind of determination that could not be resisted.    

"Shen Wushuang, the Anemone Fruit was obtained by me with great difficulty. Don't tell me you want to snatch it by force!!" Tu Mie's voice was filled with deep resentment, and his eyes were spitting fire. It was as if he was an enraged beast. The Anemone Fruit was a legendary five-star spirit fruit. Its value was so high that it even bloomed in those five hundred years. The result of five hundred years was another Blood Spirit Fruit that had only matured after five hundred years. Not only did it have the effect of increasing one's bloodline, but it could also allow one to attain the Acquired Wind Lightning True Body. As long as he swallowed that Anemone Fruit, he would immediately be able to surpass Shen Wushuang. He would become the number one genius amongst the young generation of the four sects, and he would even become the first Grade Six Spirit Pulse warrior in the last thousand years in the western region. It wasn't impossible!    

Now, Shen Wushuang had actually asked him to hand over the Anemone Fruit. This was completely cutting off his destiny and preventing him from achieving his Dao!!    

In the martial artist world, stopping someone from becoming a Dao was no different from killing one's parents. It was an irreconcilable hatred! In an instant, endless killing intent surged in Tu Mie's heart!    

"Hand over the Anemone Fruit, or else, you will die!" All of a sudden, Shen Wushuang's voice turned cold. The Anemone Fruit was a matter of whether he could advance to the Grade Six Spirit Pulse or not. He was determined to get it. If it wasn't for the fact that he was still in Wanling Mountain, he would have seized the Anemone Fruit long ago. How could he be so polite to Tu Mie?!    

Although they were all Young Giants, no one, whether it was Ju Yishan, Tu Mie or Xue Wuqing, had ever been taken seriously by him. His opponents had never been them. The top three Heavenly Sword Rankingss of the Heavenly Sword Rankings, and even the high and mighty Patriarch Wu Hou, were his targets!    

"Shen Wushuang, don't go too far!!"    

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