Dugu sneered: "It seems that the witch Ah Li still can't cooperate."

Jiang Fan frowned slightly: "Cooperation? What kind of cooperation do you have with her?"

Dugu frowned: "You haven't seen her?"

Seeing Jiang Fan shaking his head, Dugu's expression changed a few times, and he laughed and said: "So, you don't know... However, the Heavenly Demon Palace still doesn't follow the rules and actually revealed these things to you. I don't know what His Highness Prince Xiaoyao will get in exchange. "?" Biquku

Jiang Fan said calmly: "You don't need to know. If you want to say something, just say it. I am very tolerant of last words."

"Last words?" Dugu laughed wildly: "You should listen to Yun Fuyao's last words."

He looked at Jiang Fan jokingly: "You know? This woman is really willing to die for you, which makes people jealous. Even at the moment of death, she did not regret it, saying that meeting you in this life was already a blessing from God. Gift, do you know...how satisfied she is?"

He sneered, knowing naturally how much hurt and pain these words would bring to the other party. And this was exactly what he liked to see the most.

Yun Fuyao, don't you regret it? Can't I not see your pain? The same goes for him!

However, to his surprise, the other party just narrowed his eyes and shook his head: "You want to attack me? I'm sorry to disappoint you. Yun Fuyao is alive and well."

Dugu was shocked and immediately said: "This is impossible! Her vitality has been completely cut off, her true energy is gone, and she has no physiology!"

"Absolutely no physiology?" Jiang Fan chuckled: "You underestimate me too much. I can tell you that she is not only alive, but also living very well. Her qualifications have been further improved, and her three yin critical meridians have been completely cured, and she has once again entered the holy realm. , it’s just a matter of a little time.”

Dugu looked surprised: "This is absolutely impossible. There is no one in this world who can survive the death of human flesh and white bones... Oh, by the way, you are Jiang Fan, the Jiang Fan who once took blood to extend his life..."

His eyes became more and more surprised: "Do you really have such ability?"

Jiang Fan said calmly: "This is nothing you need to care about. I said, if you have any last words, please tell me quickly. I really don't have much patience with you."

Dugu couldn't help but laugh: "Jiang Fan, I admire your arrogance, but I also sympathize with your ignorance! Do you think that I am still the same person as before?

What can that man in golden armor do to me?"

Looking at Dugu in front of him, Ying Wuming felt itchy and unbearable. When he heard this, his aura suddenly exploded: "Master, let me fight first!"

Jiang Fan thought for a moment and smiled faintly: "Okay, let's practice our skills and let Dugu finally spread out some residual heat."

With Jiang Fan's permission, Ying Wuming immediately took to the air and came to Dugu.

"Dugu, now let's see if you can take my ten moves!"

Dugu looked up to the sky and laughed: "Back then, you were a Saint and I was a Half-Saint. Now that you and I are on the same level, do you think I can't kill you?"

Ying Wuming became more and more excited: "Okay, show your strongest strength."

Dugu sneered: "Just use you to verify my holy realm combat power."

After saying that, he raised his two fingers and fired a sharp black sword light towards Ying Wuming.

"Xuan Kunyi!"

Ying Wuming did not dodge and punched directly. The golden fist shattered the sword with just one blow.

"It's indeed much stronger, but it's not enough!"

"This is just the beginning!" Dugu's momentum suddenly increased, and he swung two sword lights left and right like a sword.

"Xuan Kun Er!"

Ying Wuming still didn't dodge, he stretched out his palms, grabbed the sword, and crushed it into pieces.

"I told you, use your strongest strength!" Ying Wuming was a little dissatisfied.

Dugu finally became serious: "Very good, you are really strong. Let's see how many swords you can take from me next!"

As he waved his hands, four sword beams formed a square volley toward Ying Wuming.

"Xuan Kun Si!"

In an instant, Ying Wuming was locked in the Sifang Jian Gang. Ying Wuming's eyes flashed, and he shouted loudly. His body glowed with golden light, and the huge impact instantly shattered the Sifang Jian Gang.

At the same time, Dugu shouted loudly: "Xuan Kun Twelve!"

He no longer wanted to waste time, twelve rays of sword light shot up from the ground, slashing towards Ying Wuming like a mountain.

"That's what it looks like." Ying Wuming, wearing a big cloak, roared in a deep voice without fear, and also punched twelve times, colliding with the sword.

In an instant, the void trembled, and the water under the waterfall was splashed dozens of feet.

This blow was evenly matched.

Dugu was furious. This golden-armored man was ridiculously strong, completely beyond his imagination. Under normal circumstances, if he used the Xuan Kun Twelve in the Holy Realm, even if

Two ordinary holy realms will definitely not be able to catch it.

But the man in golden armor didn't even take a step back in the void, and didn't even move his body.

"Xuankun Thirteen!"

He gritted his teeth and shouted word by word. The twelve black swords suddenly merged.

At the same time, the strange black sword behind him flew across the sky, and the black particles spread out, expanding the sword body a hundred times, and merged with the black sword to become a thirty-foot-long black giant sword, slashing towards Ying Wuming like the beginning of the world.

Ying Wuming's eyes were solemn. He felt the power of this sword. But he was even more excited.

He suddenly clenched his fists, and his body seemed to suddenly expand in a circle, and his bare arms turned a brass-like color, as if they were made of metal.

Crossing his arms, he forced Xuan Kun Thirteen.

There was no loud roar, and the strange black sword slashed at the place where Ying Wuming's arms were crossed, pressing down firmly.

Ying Wuming's body sank ten feet from the air.

Then, the golden bracers on both arms exploded into hundreds of pieces, and the cloak was torn.

However, Ying Wuming's body did not sink anymore. Instead, he thrust the sword into the air.

In the end, under Dugu's shocked gaze, Ying Wuming suddenly moved his arms, completely shattering Xuan Kun Thirteen.

"Hahaha..." Ying Wuming laughed heartily: "I haven't had this much fun in a long time, you are good!"

Dugu's eyes flashed, and he began to think about retreating.

This golden-armored man is ridiculously strong, and I'm afraid he won't be able to defeat him without becoming a great sage. When he first entered the sage realm, Dugu was originally very high-spirited, but unfortunately, Ying Wuming was still strong and invincible.

Dugu was a little aggrieved, but he had no choice. Even if he fired hundreds of moves, it was nothing more than this. The man in golden armor defeated his own Xuan Kun Thirteen with only defense. What would happen even if he used all his strength to use Xuan Kun Fourteen? I'm afraid at most

That is a lose-lose situation.

Who is this man in golden armor? He already thinks that he is extremely talented, but this one is obviously the best among the best. Although he doesn't want to admit it, this man should have the kind of talent in the legend.

Jiang Fan obviously saw Dugu's thoughts and immediately said: "Brother Chaofeng, please step back first."

Ying Wuming was not satisfied yet, but he still flew back behind Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan stood at the top of the waterfall, looking at Dugu with his hands behind his hands: "The sword has some meaning, is this the black sand?"
Chapter completed!