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"Rumble!"

Ma Yuanwu struck out with his palm, and faint traces of ten thousand trees withering and flourishing appeared from all directions. In an instant, a huge yellow handprint the size of an acre's field appeared out of thin air, and directly exploded the air, smashing towards Yang Fan!

"Come! Break for me!"

Yang Fan shouted coldly, not wanting to show any weakness, his inner energy surged like a tide and he immediately threw out a punch that far surpassed the thousand Cauldron Strength, exploding out in an instant and wreaking havoc all over the world!

"Bam!"

A terrifying power that could topple mountains and overturn the seas instantly shattered Withering Bloom's Hand Seal. From all directions, the air exploded layer by layer like a mirror!

"What?" He blocked it? This... This... "How is this possible!?" Ma Yuanwu looked at Yang Fan with an inconceivable gaze, as if he had seen a ghost, "This old one's this … "Who knows how many powerful enemies were killed by this palm strike that even many Nine Heavenly Layer expert s would have no choice but to temporarily avoid it. You are just a mere outer sect disciple, how could you possibly withstand this palm strike of this old man …"

"There's no need to be so formal. Old man, take a punch from me too!" Laughing sinisterly, Yang Fan's body directly ripped apart the air, and in the blink of an eye, he was already several metres away, right in front of Ma Yuanwu, and his right fist punched out!

Mad Bull Splitting Mountain!

"Moo!"

Vaguely, the illusory image of an ancient Man Niu roared towards the sky behind Yang Fan, its voice shaking the whole world!

An enormous aura, enveloped Ma Yuanwu!

In the midst of his shock, Ma Yuanwu simply could not imagine how Yang Fan, his prey, would dare to resist, and even explode with such a violent power. His heart immediately had a bad omen of being controlled by someone!

However, the old fox was an old fox, he had experienced many battles and wandered around the edge of death, his battle experience was plentiful, he had far surpassed the average person, in this moment of crisis, Ma Yuanwu was even more calm, it was too late to dodge, there was only one thing he could do!

With a single thought, Ma Yuanwu shockingly sent a punch out. He did not believe that, as a complete Warrior of the ninth level of heaven, he was unable to defeat a single Hair-raising Boy!

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Terrifying waves of air swept in all directions, a tornado that could tear everything apart raged all over the place!

"Crunch!", "Crunch!", "Crunch!" …

Yang Fan consecutively retreated seven steps, each step leaving a huge hole in the ground.

Ma Yuanwu was also in great pain, he had to directly retreat more than ten steps before stopping to take a few steps back. After all, he had acted in haste, and suffered a small loss!

"Good kid, no wonder you dare to snatch my Ma Family treasure. Good method!" took a deep breath and suppressed the churning blood within his body. For the first time, a hint of seriousness flashed through Ma Yuanwu's eyes as he looked at Yang Fan. The power that Yang Fan had just displayed was far beyond that of many of the heaven Warrior s he had encountered.

The next moment …

A terrifying killing intent flashed in Ma Yuanwu's eyes, he rushed forward, his palms dancing, bringing along a sky full of palm images, he fiercely attacked.

"Hmph, I'm afraid you won't succeed!"

Yang Fan did not show any sign of weakness.

"Bang!", "Bang!", "Bang!"...

The palm and fist collided with Man Niu's Pulse Opening Fist. One of them had an ancient concept, and wherever it passed, the vitality would wither and wither while the other was as strong as an ox. It was as if Man Niu had descended to this world of the Primordial Era, invincible!

The terrifying explosion of air, with the two as the center, wreaked havoc in the world. Streaks of whirlpools of wind appeared in a three hundred meter radius, as if doomsday had arrived. The average seventh heavenly Warrior would be carelessly swept into the whirlwind, and within minutes, they would be killed by the terrifying whirlwind.

"Bam!"

Once again, their fists and palms clashed, and Yang Fan and Ma Yuanwu, who had fought who knows how many times, were finally separated. The current Yang Fan, other than breathing being a little more hurried, did not have much of a change, but the current Ma Yuanwu, was no longer the same expert like before, his hair was messy, the cotton around his body was pale, and one could faintly see traces of blood at the corners of his mouth.

"No, I can't continue like this anymore!" He was almost a hundred years old, and his blood and vitality were already beginning to weaken. If he continued to exhaust himself, the only one who would lose in the end would be him, but all of a sudden, a look of determination flashed across Ma Yuanwu's face, "Looks like I can only use that move …"

"Roar!"

Ma Yuanwu's face turned sinister as he let out a beast like roar. Impressively, he had crossed his hands in front of him, as boundless energy roiled and churned within his hands.

The autumn wind is cold, the grass and the trees shake and the dew is frost!

The aura of the withering of all life spread out, engulfing the world!

"Mm, this old fellow is going to fight with his life on the line!" Yang Fan's face congealed, he was fully focused and alert, the Profound Spirit Qi in his body was surging like tidewaters, the imposing Qi around his body was rising bit by bit, and was forever unstoppable!

Just at that moment!

In between Ma Yuanwu's arms, the Qi aura turned into a wooden pillar.

This wooden stake was 10 feet long. It was covered in dried up skin and was mottled. It looked quaint and ancient, and it was also as heavy as a mountain!

"Junior, to be able to force this old man to use this move, you can die in seclusion in the underworld!" Ma Yuanwu opened his eyes slightly, and from the depths of his eyes, there were actually wooden rings rolling about as well.

"Die!"

Ma Yuanwu roared, the Spirit Qi in his body surged berserk, he pushed with both of his hands, and in the next moment, the ancient looking wooden stake disappeared without a trace, as though it had never appeared before!

"What?" No... It's gone? " Yang Fan's mind shook. Suddenly, his expression changed, "Ah, behind us!"

"Rumble!"

He did not know when, but an ancient looking wooden pillar about three meters long appeared behind Yang Fan and was falling down while being pressured by Tai Shan. Everywhere it passed, the air would be pulverized and the sound of huge trees rolling was produced, it was as if people had fallen into a primal forest and giant trees that reached the sky from all directions had collapsed together.

"Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!"

Before the wooden stake got close, the ground around Yang Fan cracked like a spider web!

"Mighty Wind Kick!"

It's too late to defend, so I had to do my best to avoid this fatal blow." It was too late to defend, and I could only try my best to avoid this fatal blow.

"Pu!", "Pu!", "Pu!" …

The ground within several meters around Yang Fan shattered and flew off, forming a deep pit!

Yang Fan fell to the ground after being hammered, and was twitching non-stop!

"Phew..." Hu... "Hu …" Ma Yuanwu was also gasping for breath heavily, beads of sweat could be seen on his forehead, his face was pale white, he was almost drained of energy!

This move, "Wood Stake Great Art" was his strongest killing move. Not only was it extremely powerful, it was also extremely unpredictable, making it hard to guard against and killing countless of expert s in the past. However, the side effects were not small, with just one attack, it had sapped his entire body of all of his Qi, if he could not kill his enemy with a single attack, then the one who would die would be him, and unless it was a life or death moment, he could not casually make a move!

But very quickly, a smug look surfaced on Ma Yuanwu's face, "Youngster, to be able to die under my wooden stake technique, you are truly dead for sure!"

As he spoke, he walked shakily towards Yang Fan, preparing to collect his spoils of war. To have such strength at such a young age, he must have had a fortuitous encounter, but all of this was going to benefit him now!

At this moment …

"Cough..." Cough … It hurts, it really hurts. "It hurts!"