C142 Blast dark evil cloud

It had to be said that for Mortal Board First who was not even sixteen years old, there were very few people in the world that could compare to him, but in the history of the Iron Sword, Zi Ling, and the Eight Desolate Sects, no matter how much attention they paid to Yang Fan, it was not necessarily true. Potential was only potential, after all, and before being converted into strength, everything was useless.

He had never thought that this "ant" would actually be so terrifying, as if a human shaped Orc, with just a raise of his hand, he was able to far exceed ten million Cauldron Strength s. His battle power was terrifying to the point where he was almost able to chase up to these top ranked expert s of the young generation.

This was one of the few Peerless Martial Skills in the Heavenly Sword Sect. Through visualizing the Ancient Black Dragon Diagram and using the sword to transform into a dragon, it was similar to the rebirth of an ancient black dragon. It had the power to destroy the heavens and the earth, and to destroy the void!

This sword attack was too terrifying and terrifying. Even the high and mighty Elder of the Ninth Heaven, under the ancient Black Dragon, would be severely injured at least if he didn't die!

At that moment, Fang Qingyu's group of four had a look of pity in their eyes, as though they were looking at a dead person. No one believed that Yang Fan could take the attack of the killing sword!

Other than death, there was no other possibility!

"To be able to die under my hands, Yang Fan, you can finally rest in peace!" The black-clothed An Xieyun seemed to be the god of death that controlled life and death, holding onto the famous Death God's Scythe, wanting to reap Yang Fan's soul!

It was too late. It was too soon!

"You want my life? An Xieyun, you are not qualified! Black Iron Battle Body, open for me! " With a disdainful cold shout, an endless amount of light burst forth from Yang Fan. It was so bright that it could shine through the ages, extremely resplendent!

Almost at the same time, Yang Fan's body started to expand at a speed visible to the naked eye. His entire body was enveloped in a layer of iron, as if he had been resurrected from the world of steel, and his breathing was even more refined. His aura was even more berserk, and the strength, speed, endurance of his entire body … All of them started to rise rapidly, many times more powerful than before!

"What the f * ck!" This Yang Fan is still hiding! Is he even human? " Just how could there be such a monster that had a fighting strength that surpassed theirs by a lot just now, and yet there was still a way to hide it? And the most terrifying thing was, this monster was not even sixteen, not even sixteen, and thought how when they were fifteen, what kind of cultivation they had, it was as if they did not even have the fighting strength of Half Step Martial Master? The difference in duration was thousands to tens of thousands of times greater!

They were both born of his parents. Heavens, why was it so unfair!?

"Black Dragon?" "Then your father will slay the dragon today!" Yang Fan's voice was like a bell ringing in the sky, like the roar of a Devil God, "Die!"

As soon as he finished!

"Rumble!"

Yang Fan directly crushed the void, jumped onto the head of the Black Dragon, and smashed down with his fist towards the Black Dragon's head.

The power of Yang Fan's entire body suddenly increased fivefold, the terror of this punch, simply far surpassed the imagination of humans. The power contained within it, had reached a terrifying strength of 250 million ding, you must know, for Ancestor Martial Marquis who had just opened a new acupoint, if they did not use any kind of secret technique, state, or attack at full strength, the power would usually be billions of ding!

This was a terrifying power that even the ten Empyrean Martial Master s would need to know about. With a single fist strike, it stirred up a storm and caused destruction in every direction!

"Rumble!"

The invincible power exploded on the ferocious dragon head!

Like a comet hitting the earth, the sound of stars exploding rose and fell!

In less than a breath!

"Awoo!"

The ancient Black Dragon let out a mournful wail. The massive dragon head that was like a small house began to crack. The dense cracks on it began to spread throughout its body like spider webs. Finally, it completely broke apart!

"Break …" Broken? He broke through my Dark Night Dragon Kill, how is this possible! "How is this possible!?" His expression was indifferent, and it was as if he was a high and mighty god laughing at the life and death of Yang Fan, causing An Xieyun to lose his calmness and calmness. His grave and stern face, was filled with incredulity, and he could hardly believe that the Dark Dragon Killing Kill was his strongest killing move, and its power could almost be compared to the full force of ten Empyrean Martial Master s. Among the young generation, other than the profound Divine Sword,, no one could break his Euthanasia so easily!

After destroying the Primordial Black Dragon with a single strike, Yang Fan's speed did not decrease at all. His body moved, crushing the air and pouncing straight towards An Xieyun.

If you want to kill him, then you must have the will to die!

"Die!"

Yang Fan's face turned sinister, as if he had just revived from the depths of hell. Without holding back at all, he punched out!

"Rumble!"

The two hundred and fifty million Cauldron Strength swept across everything. This punch seemed to be able to destroy the stars, destroy the continent, and wherever the power passed, there would be mushroom clouds everywhere. Even space itself seemed to be distorted, as if it had reached the limit of what it could bear!

Ah!

An ominous premonition of earth crumbling deeply swept across An Xieyun's heart, causing him to let out the howls of a wild beast before it died. In that split-second, due to helplessness, An Xieyun thrusted out his sword!

"Bam!"

The fist that was shining with a silver light struck against the Superior Grade Treasure, Hidden Flame Sword!

Something terrible had happened!

"Kacha!", "Kacha!", "Kacha!" …

The Superior Grade Treasure, the Hidden Flame Sword that was several times harder than Black Iron began to crack, and many fine cracks began to spread outwards!

In less than half a breath.

"Bam!"

The Dark Blaze Sword had been completely destroyed, and it had turned into a pile of metal scraps!

After entering the Black Iron Battle Body, Yang Fan immediately chased after the High Rank Treasure. Under the burst of full strength, the Body Defense and his strength just went up by five times the usual, and at the moment, even if Yang Fan was not as powerful as the Peak Rank Treasure, he was not far from it. With the addition of the two hundred and fifty million ding of invincible strength, it was normal for him to shatter a High Rank Treasure!

In the next moment …

A terrifying and invincible strength swept through An Xieyun's body, and in an instant, the high grade Treasure level clothes on his body began to disintegrate, and the sound of bones cracking echoed. Like a firecracker, his entire being flew out like a broken sack.

"Die …" Death, Black Cloaked Divine Sword, An Xieyun... "He died just like that, how could this be, how could this be …" In the air, the bodies of the four Rankers of the Clear Feather Sword, Fang Qingyu's group, swayed, and almost fell down from the sky. Their eyes were opened so wide that they looked like two duck eggs, as if they had seen the legendary god of the ghost, the matchless Divine Sword, who was ranked fifth on the Earth Sword Ranking and one of the leaders of the Iron Sword Sect younger generation. His strength was so deep that even some of the Sect elders might not be his match, but Yang Fan was merely a young man who was not even sixteen years old.

At this moment …

Yang Fan's figure flashed, and caught up to An Xieyun's corpse that was flying backwards. With a sweep of the Spiritual Sense, he kept An Xieyun's corpse inside the Universe Bag.

In the next moment …

Yang Fan's eyes turned, his cold gaze sweeping across Fang Qingyu's group of four. The corners of his mouth curled up, and a trace of indifference rose, "It's your turn!"