C337 Crown prince ying zheng's true combat force

Within the Heterospatial Space.

"The winner is already decided, the one who will be the champion in this session's Cyan Cloud Ranking battle will definitely be none other than Yang Fan!" A silver haired Silver Robed Deacon with a face as tender as a child's asserted.

That punch of Yang Fan's just now was just too terrifying, the power contained inside was far more than the power of twenty million Vital Spirit s, even ordinary Martial Lord s without the protection of treasures would be ruthlessly killed. Even though Crown Prince Ying Zheng was strong, at most, he was comparable to ordinary s!

"With Ying Zheng's Monstrous Talent, if it was in the previous competitions, he would definitely be the undisputed number one. But unfortunately, he met such a small monster like Yang Fan, and it was truly his luck!"

Meeting Yang Fan is definitely the greatest tragedy that Ying Zheng will ever experience in his life! "

The many Martial Lord s all sighed with emotion. Meeting Yang Fan in one fell swoop for life, what a pity, what a pity! Not to mention that he was currently in a disadvantaged position, even if he held the upper hand, with Yang Fan's heaven-defying physique, he would still be able to turn the situation around.

"Damn it!" How could this be? How could this be? "Political affairs are the strongest, the strongest. Then how could Little Brute be a match for my son? This is not true, it is not true …" There was no trace of calmness or calmness on Ying Yuan's face, only endless melancholy and disbelief.

"Hahaha …" Victory and defeat have been decided. Many thanks to you for your Black Tortoise True Pill and the medium-grade defensive heavenly armor! " laughed and cupped his fists towards Xiao Quan, and said, "Thank you". Good person, this Xiao Quan was really a good person, not only had he gifted him with five million Highest Grade Spiritual Stone, he had even given him a middle grade defensive treasure and a top grade Heaven grade Celestial Pellet, making him a bit "embarrassed".

"Brother Xie, your Ten Thousand Highest Grade Spiritual Stone, this old man will not be disrespectful!" Yan Nanshan and Yin Wuxie were smiling too, they cupped their fists towards Xie Xiaofeng, although this time, the empire they were in charge of, was almost wiped out, but luckily, with the help of their "benefactor", fifteen million Highest Grade Spiritual Stone s, it was more than enough for them to earn a lot!

"Xu Baichuan, it's best not to say some things too early. Yang Fan has only gained the upper hand for a little, and he might not even win if it's Ying Zheng!"

"Exactly, Brother Yan, Brother Yin, now that the outcome has not been decided, it is still too early for you to jump to a conclusion!" Xie Xiaofeng agreed again and again, but his voice clearly gave off a feeling of not being confident, it was so weak that anyone with a discerning eye would be able to tell, with Yang Fan's change in attitude. In terms of physique, if Crown Prince Ying Zheng was not able to defeat him forcefully, he would eventually die from exhaustion. Furthermore, Ying Zheng was at a disadvantage right now, so there was no possibility for him to make a comeback!

At this moment …

In the arena.

Crown Prince Ying Zheng's expression did not change, and there was not the slightest hint of fear in his expression. He coldly swept his gaze over Yang Fan, and said coldly, "Yang Fan, you are qualified to make this prince fight with all your might!"

"Wh …" What? Difficult... Could it be that Crown Prince Ying Zheng has hidden his true strength? " Ying Zheng's Absolute Murder Sword strike just now was something that even an ordinary Fifth Empyrean Suppress Martial Lord could not withstand. This Terror Fighting Power, was actually not its full combat power, how terrifying would its full combat power be, could it compare to a Seventh Heavenly Layer Suppress Martial Lord or a Eighth Heavenly Martial Lord?

Just at that moment!

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

The aura from Crown Prince Ying Zheng's body soared crazily, bit by bit, as though it was unstoppable, it crushed the surrounding space!

The next moment …

"Rumble!"

Crown Prince Ying Zheng's body shook slightly, and a Brilliant Sword Light soared from his head straight into the stars, like a Nine Empyrean Star Way sweeping through the universe, like a pillar supporting the heavens and the earth.

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

With his body as the center, a terrifying Sword Qi burst out, tearing apart the surrounding space. In the blink of an eye, a three hundred meter radius around Crown Prince Ying Zheng, turned into a sea of chaos, in the center of the chaos, he was like a chaos child being nurtured, a chaos Devil God that was about to split heaven and earth, his divine might was like hell, invincible!

"Hahaha..." I knew His Highness The Crown Prince was the strongest, what Black Horse Yang Fan, in front of His Highness The Crown Prince, was just trash! " The depressed atmosphere in Ying Zheng's group disappeared in an instant, and the atmosphere became lively once again.

"Exactly! The number one monster in South Mountain Domain, other than His Highness The Crown Prince, who else could it be? "

Within the Heterospatial Space.

"This... This is the Upanishads of the second floor, this … How was this possible? "How old is he? How old is he?!" The profound meaning and the true meaning were the same, and there were also ten levels and four levels. However, the difficulty of comprehending them, was over a hundred times greater than the true intent, he had been bitterly cultivating for almost a thousand years, and the Profound Truths of the Hurricane only needed one foot to step into the second level. Who knows how many years it would take, but Crown Prince Ying Zheng, just thirty-two years old, had already comprehended the meaning of the second level and compared to him, he had been living like a dog for the past thousand years.

"Hiss!" The Emperor of the second floor, Profound Truths; what a terrifying talent in the Dao of the Sword! " The surrounding Suppress Martial Lord all sucked in a breath of cold air, one must know that most of them only managed to comprehend a layer of the profound mystery, to be able to understand two layers, it definitely did not exceed the number of hands, but how long had they lived, and how many years had this crown prince Ying Zheng lived for?

"This time, Yang Fan is probably in danger!"

The Emperor of the second floor, Profound Truths, was still in the ruthlessness of the first floor, but compared to the first floor, it was several times stronger. At this moment, even if a normal seven layered heaven Suppress Martial Lord could not comprehend this, they would still be ruthlessly killed!

"Hahaha..." I knew that Zheng'er was the most talented of the young generation, Yang Fan was only a stepping stone for Zheng'er! " Ying Yuan laughed out loud, the dark thoughts in his heart, swept away in an instant.

In the arena.

"Rumble!"

Crown Prince Ying Zheng's aura had finally reached its peak. At this moment, his frail body seemed to have grown several folds, as though a high and mighty Celestial Emperor had descended on the mortal world, blotting out the sky and stepping on the ground, causing people to be unable to help themselves from crawling at their feet, unable to raise up any Resistance Thought s.

"Yang Fan, you are already proud of yourself for forcing this prince to use his full strength!" Crown Prince Ying Zheng's eyes turned and a resplendent golden light immediately exploded out, as if he was the first ray of light in the Primal Chaos, shattering the Primal Chaos in all four directions.

The next moment …

Crown Prince Ying Zheng's lips curled up in a cruel manner, "Enough! This is the end of the game. Yang Fan, obediently go to hell! "

"Ten Thousand Swords Technique!"

"Rumble!"

A sword light burst out, instantly splitting into ten thousand different sword lights. They were fine and dense, but they were refined into threads!

At this moment, every single sword light was chasing behind the full force of the Fourth Empyrean Suppress Martial Lord. They had the power to kill two heavens and tens of thousands of peerless sword beams, as well as the ability to form a profound sword formation! Its power increased exponentially once again!

This strike was a call from the god of death, the horn of hell, it could easily slaughter ghosts and gods, strangling immortals and buddhas!

Within the Heterospatial Space.

What a terrifying strike from the crown prince!" This sword was enough to bring about a sliver of danger to their deaths; even the slightest carelessness or carelessness could bring them the possibility of dying under this sword. It had to be known, as the silver-robed deacon of the Sacred Courtyard, the secret arts they practiced were not something that the bumpkins of the Southern Ridge Region could compare with. It was not an exaggeration to say that even a silver-robed deacon had the strength to crush a high-level Martial Lord of the Southern Ridge.

"Lost!" Yang Fan was still defeated! The difference of ten or so years is not something that can be easily made up for! "

"What a pity!" What a pity! If Yang Fan was given a little more time, there wouldn't be much of a need for that. In just a year or two, I'm afraid that this situation will be completely different! "

A mere fifteen years old and he already has the strength to fight against the strength of a Sixth Empyrean Martial Lord. This talent, this potential, not to mention my South Mountain Domain, even in the entire 81st realm of the North Wasteland, it's still one of the best. Surpassing Crown Prince Ying Zheng can be said to be just around the corner.

"Perhaps this is the envy of the heavens! Such a monster, even the heavens will not allow him to live in this world! "

"Little Brute, this is your retribution. Xiu-Er, watch over the spirit of heaven, Little Brute Yang Fan will be coming down to accompany you right now!"