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In the first battle of Death Group, Yang Fan fought against a Heaven's Pride Death Swordsman of different generations — — Ji Wuming!

He had long since stepped into the realm of Eighth Empyrean of a Martial Master several years ago. After several years of bitter training, his cultivation was even more profound, it was only a step away from reaching the Ninth Heavenly Layer. Furthermore, with the Death Sword Intent from his Great Achievement Stage, he could be said to have no resistance under the Martial Marquis!

On the other hand, although Yang Fan was known to everyone as the Peerless Evildoer, and was indistinctly called the number one evildoer in the Seven Stars Sect, out of the Seven Stars Sect, out of the Xisu, Long An, and Street Pavilion, those who were aware of him were few. It would not even be an exaggeration to say that they were all nameless people.

In the eyes of countless people, Yang Fan was already a dead man!

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

On the stage, Ji Wuming took a step forward, the imposing Qi around his body expanded rapidly, like a Supreme Divine Sword out of its sheath, an invisible Sword Qi erupted out of his body, easily shattering the space around him, chi chi chi!

"Yang Fan, to be honest, I have to thank you. If it wasn't for you, I'm afraid that I would have somehow gotten the chance to enter the Sword Tomb!" Ji Wuming condescendingly looked down at Yang Fan from above, and spoke frankly with confidence and confidence. Originally, he thought that entering the Death Group was a great misfortune, but never would he have thought that there would be such a disaster. If not for him being selected for the Death Group, how would he have the chance to meet Yang Fan, and how would he have the chance to enter the Sword Tomb.

"In order to thank you for allowing me to enter the Sword Tomb, this reputed one will be merciful and give you a quick death!"

In the next moment …

A black sword light flashed, and the quasi-Xuan Artifact on its back — the Sword of Death was unsheathed!

"Rumble!"

With the sword in hand, the aura around Ji Wuming's body became like a great river, rising bit by bit, the sword tip of the A Peerless Swordsman, suddenly exposed its edge, it was terrifying, the killing intent was endless death sword intent, it filled the entire arena.

Yang Fan who was more than three hundred meters away, at this moment, was completely like a lone boat on a raging sea that could be destroyed at any time!

"Meeting Ji Wuming is this brat's greatest sorrow!" From all directions, countless Warrior shook their heads, as though they had seen Yang Fan's miserable ending.

"Die!" The corner of his mouth split apart, revealing a sinister smile. The Death Sword in Ji Wuming's hand turned, and fierce Sword Qi surged out.

This sword aura was as black as ink, like a Limitless Darkness that could swallow all living things in the world!

This was a sword of death, a strike of death. Even if it were some Half-step Martial Lord, without a profound artifact to protect themselves with, under this sword strike, even if they didn't die, they would still be left with half their lives!

"Hiss …" Good... "What a terrifying strike, unstoppable, unstoppable …" Under the Sword Qi of Death, they felt a strong sense of death. In a place of change, even if they used all their trump cards, there would usually be no chance of survival!

"That's right. The Death Sword Intent has already gained a portion of the mysteries of eight levels of sword intent. I believe that in less than a year, he would be able to completely comprehend the eight levels of the Death Sword Intent!" One had to know that many of the Martial Marquis s were only able to comprehend the eighth level of sword intent. Regardless of cultivation or just sword intent, his disciple was already in no way inferior to some of the Martial Marquis s.

"Chieko, 10 high grade sword stones will be accepted by our sect!" Even some Martial Marquis of the first or second stage had to treat this strike with caution, not to mention a junior like Yang Fan!

Just at that moment!

"A bunch of useless people dares to be so presumptuous in front of me!" On the stage, Yang Fan let out an explosive roar, with his body as the center, he instantly erupted with a terrifying power that was both wild and mighty. Wherever the energy went, space itself shattered, space ruptured, and Human-shaped Real Hou whistled out, directly shattering the Death Sword Qi that burst out from Ji Wuming!

At practically the same time, Yang Fan directly crushed the void, and appeared in front of Ji Wuming. His body, in the eyes of Ji Wuming, continuously expanded, as if the Primordial Spirit of legends had seized all of Ji Wuming's mind in the blink of an eye!

"Die!"

Just like a high and mighty god, he announced the fate of Ji Wuming!

"Rumble!"

Yang Fan immediately slapped out his palm. In this slap, Yang Fan did not use any martial skill or technique, he did not use any Spiritual Strength at all, and even the Strength Of Body was only used slightly. However, the terror of this slap was far beyond anyone's imagination.

After almost a month of bitter cultivation, even though Yang Fan's Black Iron Battle Body had not yet stepped into the Great Achievement Stage, there was only a slight difference. Not only did the Pure Strength Of Body increase several times, it had also surpassed the thousand billion Cauldron Strength, and the strength was simply too terrifying and terrifying.

"Bam!"

Without the slightest bit of surprise, Ji Wuming was like an inflated balloon that was smashed apart by Yang Fan. Fresh blood, crushed bones, and organs … Splash!

For the others, Yang Fan might have held back, but for the disciples of the Iron Sword Sect, he had definitely killed one by one, and the dirty deeds of Dugu Fang back then, he could still clearly remember them. If not for his cultivation being strong enough and Sect Master Han Qianye being on guard, at that moment, his dao heart might have been broken, and he might have fallen down to the stage, becoming a mediocre individual once again!

This hatred was irreconcilable!

The entire hall was silent.

After a long while, there were only whispers …

"I... Am I seeing things? Death Swordsman — Ji Wuming was one such person … Just like that, he exploded with a single palm strike. This … How was this possible? How is that possible? "

"Okay …" What a terrifying Strength Of Body, it is practically the descent of an ancient Savage Beast, this … Just what is the background of this kid? "

"Terrifying, truly frightening. Its Body is so powerful that even the average commander of Strange Beast can't compare to it!"

"This... Where did this monster come from, Secondary Evildoer, this monster is definitely a Secondary Evildoer level monster! "

The Death Sword Master Ji Wuming was not some fish belly, but a third tier demon level monster. Someone who could kill him with a single palm was at least a second tier monster, and amongst the second tier monsters, he was not weak either.

"Sss, this …" This... How is this possible, he … How could he have this kind of power, how could he have this kind of power, could it be … He really … "It really is …" An unrealistic idea once again appeared in Chu Bingxin's mind. "No … "Impossible, it can't be him. It definitely isn't him …"

Seven Stars Sect seating.

"Hiss!" This was Senior Brother Yang Fan's power, power! It was really too powerful! Even a Peerless Evildoer like Ji Wuming could be killed instantly! " Many core disciples sucked in a breath of cold air. Their eyes were full of worship.

"Senior Brother Yang Fan is the strongest, so what if he is a mere Ji Wuming!" Lu Bingling and the others all had dull expressions. They were well aware of how powerful Yang Fan was. It would be strange if he, a single Ji Wuming, could not be easily dealt with.

"That's right, my cousin Yang Fan (I from Family Lord) is the strongest!" Luo Jiahui and the other two girls waved their fists in excitement. In their hearts, Yang Fan was their god, a god, and a god. No one would be a match for him.

Death Group.

"To actually lose to such a junior, such trash!" Dressed in white, the Heavenly Sword Gongzi Xia Yu who was surrounded by Sword Qi secretly cursed, "But if this happens, I have a chance of entering the Sword Tomb …"

Eastern Altar.

"I never thought that this Little Brute would actually be a body cultivator. The prosperity of this Body is comparable to an ancient Savage Beast. Even an ordinary first or second heaven Martial Marquis might not be his match … Dammit, this Little Brute is only so old, if I were to give him another ten to eight years, I'm afraid even my sect might not be able to save you. No, this Little Brute cannot be kept alive, if I die, this Little Brute must die … " Endless killing intent flashed in Dugu Xingfeng's eyes, the more monstrous Yang Fan was, the more he would die!

At this moment …

Not far away, Han Qianye had a faint satisfied smile on his face as he said, "Brother Dugu, your Dragon and Tiger Treading on the Divine Pill, this sect will be accepting it while laughing..."