Invincible Bloodline

The battle between Yang Fann and Little Sword-god, Ximen Piaoxue, was full of ups and downs. The high court officials had thought that Ximen Piaoxue would use the Twilight of the Gods with one sword strike. They never thought that. . . Yang Fann's Body was actually so abnormal, with the sharpness of the Immortal Underworld King Sword. Adding Ximen Piaoxue's strength, he was actually unable to break Yang Fann's defense. Pervert! It was really too abnormal! This defense, some young Divine Beasts were only so-so.    

Just when everyone thought that there was no longer any suspense to the outcome of the battle, Ximen Piaoxue's defeat was already decided. After all, even Yang Fann's defense could not be broken through. What was there to talk about defeating Yang Fann?    

A sudden change occurred, but Ximen Piaoxue sneered, "Little Brute, you can rest in peace now that you have forced me to use this skill!"    

. . .    

"What?! Could it be that Ximen Piaoxue still has something to hide?"    

"It seems like there is still a suspense in this battle!"    

"Good! Good! Only then will it be interesting!!!"    

. . .    

In an instant, the four martial artist warriors were boiling with excitement. The depressing atmosphere was swept away all of a sudden. All of them widened their eyes, afraid that they would miss out on a tiny detail.    

. . .    

On the Dragon-breaking Platform.    

"Die! Natal Sword Qi, kill the Soul!!"    

"Rumble!" Rumble!" Rumble!" . . .    

The thin and dense Eternal Sword Qi, which was as thick as a cow's hair, burst out from Ximen Piaoxue's pores and headed straight for Yang Fann.    

These Sword Qi didn't seem to have much power to speak of. They were soft and powerless, just like pine needles that were falling down from the wind. They didn't have the slightest bit of lethality.    

However, Yang Fann suddenly felt that his defensive power was even greater than that of a supreme grade magic treasure. It was as if he didn't have any defense at all. He simply couldn't block the tiny and dense Immortal Sword Qi. In an instant, the strands of Sword Qi penetrated into his skin and attacked his Soul.    

"Puchi! Puchi!" "Puchi!" . . .    

It was as if every Sword Qi was forcefully pulling Yang Fann's Soul.    

. . .    

In the stands.    

"This is Ximen Piaoxue's trump card? Are you for real!?"    

"After all this time, he is just trying to mystify us. With this soft and continuous attack, who can he kill?!"    

"He caused me to look forward to it for a long time. Sure enough, this Ximen Piaoxue only has a glib tongue and is completely unreliable!! "    

. . .    

Countless martial artist's faces were filled with disappointment. The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment. There was no other way than this.    

. . .    

However, in the camp of the Eight Great Holy Lands.    

Jian Shenyegujue was not surprised. Instead, she was happy. She stood up from her seat and said, "Okay! Good! Good! He is indeed worthy of being my beloved disciple. With his natal Sword Qi, he attacked Little Brute's Soul. No matter how powerful his Body Defense is, it can only be used as a decoration!"    

" To be able to find Little Son Yang Fan's weakness in such a short period of time, Brother Gu Jue. . . Ximen Nephew is truly amazing!" Holy Lord of Jiuyang gently pinched his chin and said with a smile. He looked at Yang Fann on the Dragon-breaking Platform as if he was looking at a dead man. The body cultivator. . . Their bodies were invincible, but the Soul was their weakness. Although Yang Fann wasn't a simple body cultivator, his cultivation base was still there. He was only a First Top-Level King, no matter how heaven defying his combat strength was. After all, his Soul wasn't as condensed as a true Top-Level Emperor.    

"Little Brute, your death has come!"    

. . .    

In the Holy Ji Sect camp.    

Yue Tianpeng's expression suddenly changed. Damn it, why didn't he think of this? The Soul was the foundation of a person. Once the Soul fell, even if the Body was unharmed, it would still be the foundation of a person. The only way was to die.    

At this moment, Yue Tianpeng was filled with regret. He regretted not giving Yang Fann a supreme grade Soul Defense magic treasure. Although supreme grade Soul Defense magic treasures were extremely rare, and even many Grade Nine Great Sects warriors might not be able to take out a single one, but with the foundation of the Holy Ji Sect, there were still one or two of them.    

Unfortunately, it was all over now!    

"God bless me, Yang Fann, you must hold on. . . "    

. . .    

On the Dragon-breaking Platform.    

"Little Brute, you can die under my Sword Qi. You. . . " Ximen Piaoxue looked down at Yang Fann as if he was a god who had mastered everything. However, his face did not look good. It was so pale that it was scary. The Sword Qi of Life was different from those ordinary Sword Qi. Every single strand of Sword Qi contained part of Ximen Piaoxue's essence, energy, and spirit. At this moment, the number of natal Sword Qi was more than ten million. Even a top grade Sword Emperor like Ximen Piaoxue couldn't hold on much longer.    

This was a method to kill a thousand enemies and lose eight hundred of them. Even if Ximen Piaoxue could win this battle, he would suffer a great loss in his vitality. After this battle, he would need to rest for a period of time before he could recover.    

Furthermore, although this move was ferocious, it directly ignored the Body Defense and killed the opponent's Soul. However, the disadvantages were not small either. Once the opponent's Soul was powerful enough, it would directly kill his natal Sword Qi. What awaited Ximen Piaoxue would be at least a heavy injury to the Soul, causing its origin to be damaged. If it was serious, it would directly turn into a white haired idiot.    

Unless there was no other choice, an ordinary sword cultivator would not release its natal Sword Qi like this. This was a deadly attack that would either kill you or me.    

However, Ximen Piaoxue had obviously been forced into a dead end by Yang Fann. His deadly sword strike couldn't even break through Yang Fann's defense. If this continued, what awaited him would be Yang Fann beating him to death in the Dragon-breaking Platform, becoming Yang Fann's nourishment for his advancement.    

Of course, Ximen Piaoxue never thought that he would be defeated. This ultimate sword strike of his would definitely be able to kill Yang Fann's Soul in one fell swoop. A person's energy was limited. Even someone like him, Seeded Evildoer, could only focus on the path of cultivation. Since Yang Fann had such a heaven defying physique, in the past. . . He must have spent most of his energy on tempering his physique, the Strength Of Soul. It would definitely be extremely weak, far inferior to his Body.    

"Hmm? You want to kill my Soul directly?" Deep within Yang Fann's eyes, a trace of deep disdain flashed past. This Ximen Piaoxue Ruyi was pretty good at playing cards. An ordinary body cultivator might really fall into his trap. Unfortunately, he chose the wrong target. That heaven devouring earth devouring technique of mine is heaven defying. Is it something that a turtle like you can imagine?    

For other martial artist warriors, even if they had comprehended the Path Of Phagocytosis and mastered the Profound Meaning Of Phagocytosis, they would only be able to devour the flesh and blood of others, including the Vital Spirit and the cultivation base of their magic power. As for himself, he could even devour the spiritual force of the Soul. At this moment, the scariness of his Strength Of Soul was no less than Quasi-emperor Paragon's.    

If he wanted to attack his Sea of Consciousness and kill his own Soul, not to mention a top grade Sword Emperor like Ximen Piaoxue, even Quasi-emperor Paragon, who specialized in Soul attacks, might not be able to do it.    

In the next moment. . .    

Luckily, Yang Fann gave up all of his defenses. He allowed the Life Sword Qi that was like a tidal wave to wrap around him and penetrate into his skin. After that, through his bloodline, it surged into his Sea of Consciousness, allowing it to attack him.    

There was a saying that went, It's easy to come in, but difficult to get out.    

. . .    

In between breaths.    

Countless Sword Qi of Life surged into Yang Fann's Sea of Consciousness and formed a terrifying Sword Qi World within his Sea of Consciousness.    

At this moment, Ximen Piaoxue, whose face was as white as a sheet of paper, finally let out a long breath. The arrogance he spoke just now made it seem as if Yang Fann was doomed. However, there was still a trace of uneasiness in his heart. It wasn't that the Soul was weak, and there was no way to make up for it. As long as he had a supreme grade Soul Defense treasure, his natal Sword Qi might not be able to break through in an instant. As for the Holy Ji Sect, as the former Holy Land Of Martial Arts, they still had this bit of resources.    

Now, everything was settled.    

In the next moment. . .    

Ximen Piaoxue laughed wildly. His voice was filled with the joy of getting revenge.    

"Hahaha! Hahaha! Little Brute, your death has come! Now, your Sea of Consciousness is completely under my control. With just a thought, I can kill your Soul and destroy your Sea of Consciousness. Hahaha! Hahaha! "    

. . .    

. . . "It's over! It's all over!!"    

"Heavens, why are you so cruel? You just gave us hope, and now you want to kill us so cruelly!!"    

"What kind of sin has our Holy Ji Sect committed?! My god, why are you treating us like this?! Wuwuwu. . . "    

. . .    

The entire Holy Ji Sect was filled with wails of grief. Endless despair had completely enveloped their hearts. Many of them had their minds completely shattered, and they began to wail in sorrow.    

. . .    

"It's actually the attack of the Soul, it's the Soul that killed Yang Fann. We have underestimated Ximen Piaoxue. "    

"Now that the Sword Qi has completely invaded the Sea of Consciousness, Yang Fann's life and death are completely under Ximen Piaoxue's control!"    

"A top grade Sword Emperor like Ximen Piaoxue, as long as a tiny bit of his natal Sword Qi enters his opponent's Sea of Consciousness, he will be able to cripple his opponent, let alone the massive amount of natal Sword Qi. He's dead for sure! This Yang Fann is dead for sure!"    

. . .    

At this moment, countless martial artist finally reacted from all directions. Ximen Piaoxue was not as mysterious as they had imagined. He had the power to turn the tables, and he had even successfully turned the tables. At this moment, Yang Fann's life and death were in Ximen Piaoxue's hands.    

Right at this moment. . . . . .    

Ximen Piaoxue's voice suddenly turned cold as he said, "Little Brute, kneel down!!"    

. . .