Invincible Bloodline

The battle between Yang Fann and Ximen Piaoxue was extremely cruel. It was a fight to the death. Between the two monsters, one of them would surely die.    

One of them was the number one monster since ancient times. It had an unparalleled combat body and unparalleled defense. The other was the number one sword cultivator among the young generation. It was the true inheritance of the master of Sword God Mountain Villa, Jian Shenyegujue. Her sword intent was invincible, sweeping through everything.    

However, Yang Fann still had the absolute upper hand in this battle. That Body simply didn't seem like something a human could possess. Even with Ximen Piaoxue's unparalleled sword art, it was difficult for him to break through its defense.    

At this critical moment, Ximen Piaoxue finally saw through Yang Fann's' weakness'. He didn't hesitate to expend a large amount of Yuan Qi to summon his natal Sword Qi and attack Yang Fann's Sea of Consciousness Soul. This was a life-and-death battle. It was extremely tragic. Either you die, or I die.    

But luckily, he "won the bet. " Just as he had expected, the Soul was indeed Yang Fann's' weakness'. It could even be said that the Soul was extremely weak. It was likely much weaker than an ordinary Emperor. He did not encounter any resistance at all. There were hundreds of thousands of them. . . His natal Sword Qi, which was as thin as a thread, had successfully killed Yang Fann's Sea of Consciousness. In an instant, Yang Fann's Sea of Consciousness was occupied. As long as he was willing to. . . With just a thought, Yang Fann's Sea of Consciousness would be crushed. He could crush his head and make him die without a burial ground!    

"Little Brute, kneel down for me!!" At this moment, Ximen Piaoxue was like a supreme emperor who had control over everything. He dominated the world, looked down at Yang Fann, and completely crushed him. "Little Brute, what do you think I should do to you?"    

He detonated the Sword Qi and killed Little Brute. Wasn't that too cheap? This Little Brute was crazy enough to kill Feixue. If Little Brute didn't know what it meant to beg for death, how could he live up to the thousands of years of brotherhood between him and Feixue?    

While speaking.    

Skinning, cramping, deboning. All sorts of cruel punishments flashed in Ximen Piaoxue's mind.    

What kind of torture should he use?    

He had to think about all these things. He just had to go through all of them once. With Little Brute's physique, he probably wouldn't be able to take his dog life.    

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The Eight Great Holy Lands.    

"Good! Good! Little Brute, today is also your day. Ximen Nephew will not let Little Brute go so easily. " Holy Lord True Dragon gritted his teeth. True Dragon Wu Mie and Bai Chen were both the top of the young generation, Monster Genius. Both of them had hopes of advancing to the quasi Sovereign realm in the future, and were the core geniuses of Holy Land Of True Dragon. Both of them had fallen at the hands of Little Brute. This hatred. . . Even if they used all the water in the world, it would still be hard for them to wash up.    

"Good! Good! Good! Floating Snow Disciple, this is it. Insulting that Little Brute ruthlessly, let him know what is called regret!!!" Jian Shenyegujue hurriedly said good three words. Her face was distorted, like an evil ghost. Compared to Holy Lord True Dragon, she hated Yang Fann. Don't look at Hundred Sect Heaven's Pride Battle. A Sword God had appeared in the Sword God Mountain Villa. Four Sword Immortal and five top tier monsters. However, this was just a great competition, and there were many geniuses who had emerged. If it was in another era, tens of thousands of years. . . Even if it was a hundred thousand years, it might not even be possible for one to appear.    

Now, three people had been lost in an instant. This was a great loss.    

. . .    

On the Holy Ji Sect's side.    

"Damn it! This beast, how dare he do this!!!"    

"Bastard! Ximen Piaoxue, you're going to die a horrible death!"    

" Roar! You're going too far! You're going too far!"    

. . .    

Yue Tianpeng and the others spurted out blood from their eyes. They felt like they had been completely enraged by a wild beast. They wanted to kill someone, but they could only nod their heads. Yang Fann had already lost, so why did he still torture them like this? In the end, Yang Fann had killed Ximen Feixue and the others, and everything had been forced by the situation.    

. . .    

Attendance At The Heaven's Pride Seat.    

"It's already like this, and he's still able to turn Ximen Piaoxue's defeat into victory. This Little Brute was a complete idiot when it came to Body Refinement cultivation. Even his brain is filled with f * cking muscles! He clearly knows that his Soul is no good. You. . . You wouldn't have prepared a few precious Souls!!" Holy Son Of The True Dragon Zhen Longwushuang immediately cursed Yang Fann in his heart. He hated Yang Fann. He hated Yang Fann so much that he wanted to eat his flesh and drink his blood. However, he hoped that he could personally take Little Brute's head. 350 billion. That was a total of 350 billion points. All of these. . . All of these should be mine! It was all thanks to that bastard Ximen Piaoxue!    

Furthermore, there was a great terror in life and death. After this life and death battle, Ximen Piaoxue's state of mind would definitely undergo a transformation. He would definitely advance bravely in the path of the sword. In this way, even he wouldn't be able to defeat Ximen Piaoxue.    

. . .    

On the Dragon-breaking Platform.    

Suddenly, Ximen Piaoxue frowned and said angrily, "Little Brute, kneel down. I'll teach you a lesson first, Little Brute. I'll teach you what it means to be a fish on the chopping block! "    

The next moment. . .    

" Rumble. . . "    

With a thought, Ximen Piaoxue immediately triggered part of his natal lessons and prepared to teach Yang Fann a lesson, letting him know that what he said just now was not a bluff, but a forced one. His life and death was entirely in his hands.    

However, a breath of time had passed.    

Yang Fann was still standing there quietly. He didn't feel any discomfort from all over his body.    

"How. . . How is this possible? You. . . How can you be fine. . . " Ximen Piaoxue's expression changed. All of a sudden, the way he looked at Yang Fann changed, as if he was looking at a ghost from the legends. Although this was only to teach Yang Fann a lesson and not to completely detonate the massive amount of Sword Qi in his Sea of Consciousness, it was still enough to severely injure Yang Fann's Soul, causing him to have a splitting headache and bleed from all his orifices.    

"What an arrogant fool! . . . " Yang Fann curled his lips in disdain and said, "Who told you that Souls are my weakness?"    

"Impossible! This is impossible! A person's energy is limited and only one who is skilled in one way. Only then can you walk further on the path of martial arts. Your Body is invincible. You must have cultivated the Dao of body cultivator and neglected the Strength Of Soul. . . " Ximen Piaoxue's eyes widened in anger. He kept denying it. It wasn't as if there weren't any martial artist experts who could take care of everything. However, a balanced development often meant mediocrity. All of them were geniuses of monster, and all of them specialized in the Dao. That was why they had achieved what they had today. As for the other inadequacies. . . They could completely rely on the power of magical items to make up for it. However, he didn't sense a trace of the aura of a Soul from Yang Fann.    

"A true genius is not something a trash like you can understand!" Yang Fann sneered. One's energy was limited, and the only thing one could do was to focus on one path, and walk further on the path of martial arts. It was all bullsh * t. What was Heaven's Pride Evildoer? He was someone who dared to do things that ordinary people couldn't. Otherwise, he wouldn't be any different from a salted fish.    

"Roar! I don't believe it, I don't believe it. . . "Ximen Piaoxue let out a heart-wrenching scream.    

The next moment. . .    

He no longer cared about torturing Yang Fann. With a thought, he ignited Yang Fanshihai's natal Sword Qi with all his might.    

"Sword Qi! Explode! Explode! Explode. . . "    

"Rumble!" Rumble!" Rumble!" . . .    

The Sword Qi, which was as dense as the Ocean of Sword Qi, exploded under Ximen Piaoxue's control. It exploded crazily in Yang Fann's Sea of Consciousness.    

However, it was obvious that it was useless. With Yang Fann's terrifying Strength Of Soul, Ximen Piaoxue's attack could at most make Yang Fann feel like he was bitten by a mosquito.    

. . .    

At the same time, the stands fell into a momentary silence.    

The expressions on the faces of every martial artist who was watching the battle stiffened. Their thoughts seemed to have stopped all of a sudden.    

Including Son Of Monarch, no one could accept what was happening in front of them.    

With Ximen Piaoxue's cultivation base and strength, once his natal Sword Qi exploded in the Sea of Consciousness, apart from Quasi-emperor Paragon who was high and mighty, the rest of the people, including Yue Tianpeng who was at the top of the world, wouldn't die, they would turn pale.    

Unless Yang Fann's Strength Of Soul had already reached Quasi-emperor Paragon's First Grade, but was that possible?    

If one's cultivation base was good, the Soul would be hard to rise. This was not just a saying.    

Even if it was Peerless Evildoer, who was like Son Of Genuine Force, whose combat strength was enough to suppress many of Invincible Emperor's, in terms of Strength Of Soul alone, he would not be much stronger than a Top-Level Emperor warrior who was at the same level as him.    

. . .    

In the Holy Ji Sect's camp.    

"God bless, God bless. . . " Yue Tianpeng and the others were so shocked that they could not say anything else. They could only experience the ups and downs of their lives. It was too exciting and exciting. Some of the true disciples who were not able to bear it even fainted from the excitement.    

On the contrary, Luo Jiahui and the other two girls curled their lips in disdain and muttered, I have already told you. My cousin Yang Fann (Junior Brother, master) is the strongest. You guys are just worrying about nothing. How could a puny little Ximen Piaoxue hurt my cousin (Junior Brother, master)?    

Yue Tianpeng and the others blushed when he said that. They had really lost all their face. How could they not see it clearly?    

At this moment. . . . . .    

On the Dragon-breaking Platform.    

Yang Fann stretched his neck, and a ferocious smile appeared on his face. "Alright, after spending so much time with you, it's my turn now. "    

The next moment. . .    

"Rumble. . . "    

A Devouring Black Hole suddenly appeared in Yang Fann's boundless Sea of Consciousness.    

. . .