His figure was dreamlike, extremely fast, dragging a long afterimage in the air, and the seven divine rings above his head glowed brightly.
Ten thousandths of a second later, Qi Xuanting appeared in front of Ye Fan as if he had shrunk to an inch.
"So fast!"
Ye Fan was shocked. The combat power Qi Xuanting unleashed at this moment was definitely not something that ordinary third-level Tribulation True Immortals could possess.
Even the peerless demon king Ya Shenyue is not as fast as him!
In fact, with the blessing of these seven python auras, Qi Xuanting's strength has increased to an incredible level.
He raised his right fist and hit Ye Fan on the chest. The power was like a meteor piercing the void and pouring down from the sky, enough to tear a big hole in the sky.
If such extreme power were to hit the mortal body, how could there be any chance of survival?
At the critical moment.
Ye Fan had no time to dodge, so he could only use his inner strength to protect his chest.
"boom!"
Qi Xuanting's iron fist contains unrivaled power, which is more terrifying than thousands of troops.
"Kick! Kick! Kick..."
Ye Fan stepped back seventeen or eight steps in a row, crushing the ground, and finally managed to stand still.
"Pfft!"
Suddenly, Ye Fan spat out a large mouthful of blood, which instantly stained his clothes red, which was shocking.
Even though he was wearing the Golden Crow Holy Clothes to protect his body, the power of the punch still penetrated his body, severely damaging his internal organs and causing him serious injuries.
Qi Xuanting was worthy of being the third prince of the Dawu royal family. He injured Ye Fan with just one move.
Those seven python auras were like a cheating existence, adding countless times of power to him.
"Xiaofan!"
"Ms. sir!"
Seeing that Ye Fan was injured, Princess Nishang and Ruan Hongli both looked worried and extremely nervous.
Tens of thousands of Dawu soldiers burst into earth-shaking cheers.
"The third prince is invincible!"
"The third prince is mighty!"
"The number one genius in ten thousand years is like rubbish in front of the Third Prince. He can't even take a single move!"
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Previously, Ye Fan killed the four generals of Wind, Fire, Thunder and Lightning with overwhelming force, but Qi Xuanting was frightened by the power of the Yunhai Immortal Sect and did not dare to retaliate.
These tens of thousands of soldiers felt extremely aggrieved.
Originally, they would definitely not be able to avenge this revenge.
With True Immortal Qingming as his backer, no one can touch Ye Fan unless Emperor Wu comes in person.
Unexpectedly, Ye Fan actually "sought death" by challenging Qi Xuanting. Even if he was beaten to death, he would not be able to blame others.
At this time, Ye Fan reached out and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his expression unchanged, and he did not seem to be afraid of it.
On the opposite side, Qi Xuanting showed a ferocious smile, looked down at Ye Fan with a condescending gaze, and said loudly:
"Boy, I have to admit that you are indeed a once-in-a-million-year genius. If you are given another few decades to grow, this prince may not be able to defeat you! But now, with the third level of transcending tribulation, plus these seven
With the halo of the python, this prince is already in an invincible position, no matter what magical powers you use, there is no possibility of victory!"
"Hmph! I don't think so!"
Ye Fan said, holding the ancient spear tightly, his aura changed again, like a young man sweeping thousands of troops on the battlefield. He was forging ahead and unstoppable. The blood stains on his body only added a bit of heroic spirit to him.
"Buzz buzz buzz!"
The spear channeled and felt Ye Fan's aura, and it also hummed for a while, especially the drop of golden blood on the tip of the spear, which exuded an aura that was superior to all living beings. It seemed that a slight move was enough to make hundreds of millions of living beings surrender to him.
This ancient fierce weapon surpasses the existence of a heaven-level high-grade spiritual weapon or even a holy weapon. Even if it is sealed, it is still extraordinary.
Now, it only reveals a bit of power, as if it has traveled through endless years and come from before the ancient times.
Everyone in the venue had a strong premonition that as long as the spear moved, their physical bodies would be pierced and their souls would be annihilated.
"What a terrifying magic weapon!"
Qi Xuanting was startled at first, and then his eyes showed excitement again, and he said sternly: "Boy, in your hands, these magical weapons cannot exert their true power! After I kill you, I will take this weapon back to Dawu
Dedicating it to my father, the merit is even greater than conquering a new plane!"
Qi Xuanting made no secret of his coveting.
The value of a treasure like this cannot be measured by money.
For ordinary monks, even if they hold it, they will not be able to exert much power, but in the hands of a peerless expert, it can shine brightly.
Correspondingly, Emperor Wu's strength will be further improved, able to withstand hundreds of years of hard work.
And Qi Xuanting can also receive great rewards, and his status in Dawu will rise with time.
"I think it's quite beautiful, take it!"
Ye Fan shouted loudly, like the roar of a real dragon, and then attacked with a gun.
The golden blood on the tip of the spear is like a bright star in the night. The tip of the spear is invincible and all armies can overcome obstacles!
"The Overlord's Marksmanship - Beacon Fire Starts a Prairie Fire!"
Ye Fan displayed his ancestral marksmanship, and the power of a single shot was like a fire burning the sky, unstoppable.
The spear cut through the air, and the fierce friction actually ignited the air. The whole body of the gun barrel suddenly burst into flames, which showed the power of this blow.
When Qi Xuanting saw this, his face changed slightly, the seven python halo above his head shone brightly, and he quickly waved his fist.
“Bang bang bang bang bang!!!”
Hundreds of fist seals were like meteor showers, sweeping across the sky, airtight, making harsh sonic boom sounds, and shrouding Ye Fan.
"Break it for me!"
Ye Fan's wrist shook and he fired his spear. For a moment, the sky was full of gun shadows, and every time he took out his gun, it hit the fist mark.
The fist seal, which was powerful enough to overwhelm mountains and seas, collapsed like a bubble when it encountered the spear, instantly turning into powder.
Many masters present were shocked when they saw this scene. They did not expect that Ye Fan's attainments in gunplay had reached the pinnacle level.
Seeing the invincible power of the ancient spear, Qi Xuanting's face suddenly darkened and he felt great pressure.
"The python swallows the dragon, and the halo turns into armor!"
Qi Xuanting shouted loudly, and the seven halos above his head suddenly changed, turning into rainbow light and wrapping around his head, chest, back, lower abdomen, limbs and other key parts.
Wrapped in this colorful battle armor, Qi Xuanting was like a god, and he also had the surging blood energy of a python. Powerful waves of energy surged in all directions, and the shocking blood energy soared into the sky.
Everyone in the venue never expected that these seven python halos could have such an effect. They could actually turn into armor and provide Qi Xuanting with impregnable protection.
"boom!"
At this moment, the ancient spear finally hit Qi Xuanting's face and stabbed the colorful armor fiercely.
