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Powerful Hunyuan

"court death!"

Hearing Ye Fan's words, Ding Kuang could no longer suppress the anger in his heart. He shouted loudly and punched Ye Fan in the face.

The giant fist was supplemented by the power of Hunyuan, and the fist was so fierce that Ye Fan's robe was whistling.

"Dragon pattern fists!"

The powerful power in front of him made Ye Fan look slightly shocked, and his fists immediately came out, causing a dragon sound.

Ye Fan had only felt the power of Hunyuan, but never faced it directly, so he naturally had to be extra careful at this moment.

"boom!"

The two of them directly hit each other in the center, which shocked Ye Fan's residence. If the houses in Lingxiao Palace were not particularly solid, they would have been shocked at this moment.

"Dingdeng!"

The power of Hunyuan was beyond Ye Fan's expectations. This breeze-like power contained a vast impact force like a mountain. Even under the power of the dragon pattern fists, it was smashed back several steps.

He put his trembling arms behind him, and there was a little cold sweat on Ye Fan's forehead. Ding Kuang was too strong, even if it was an ordinary blow, it would be enough for him to bear it.

"Boy, with your strength, even a servant in our family is not as good as a servant. I really don't know how you came here. Your existence is simply an insult to Lingxiao."

After winning with one blow, Ding Kuang's expression became more and more arrogant. Although there were all geniuses in Lingxiao Palace, Ye Fan was not worthy of the word genius in front of him. The two of them were so different in their realm.

Hearing this, Ye Fan's face was even more gloomy and did not reply. The power of pure Yuan is several times stronger than the power of pure Yuan, and the power of Hunyuan is several times stronger than the power of pure Yuan. After a few moments, he really has no chance of winning.

"Divine Fist of the Illusion World, break it!" Faced with almost unbeatable power, Ye Fan could only start with martial arts, which was also his true power.

"Waste is waste, and it's useless to struggle!" Ding Kuang looked at Ye Fan's actions and stood with a sneer on his face, with a disdainful smile on his lips.

Realm is always proportional to power. If the realm is different, the power will naturally not be much stronger.

"boom!"

Under Ding Kuang's gaze, Ye Fan completely turned into a ball of golden light and exploded. A loud bang came from the space, sweeping Ding Kuang into it.

"The power of Hunyuan protects my body!" At the moment when the space was broken, Ding Kuang felt some crisis. He immediately shouted lightly, his whole body was surrounded by Hunyuan's power, and his clothes danced, making a whirring sound.

"Bang!"

The space quickly overlapped, but suddenly a muffled sound came from the sky, and a figure flew straight out and fell heavily to the ground.

"Puff..." After falling to the ground, Ye Fan looked at the person wrapped in breeze in surprise. He was a little disappointed and vomited another mouthful of blood.

Ding Kuang in front of him was not injured at all under the cover of the Fantasy World God Fist. Instead, the Hunyuan power he mastered made Ye Fan backfire by the Fantasy World God Fist, so he flew backwards.

At this moment, the scene is almost the same as when he was fighting Ye Meng, and they are both opponents that Ye Fan cannot defeat for the time being.

"Haha, even with your realm, no matter how powerful the martial arts are, they can't hurt me!" Ding Kuang was still a little nervous about this fantasy world god fist, but the power exerted by Ye Fan was too weak for him.

"Is that so? Then come again!"

Ye Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and a huge sense of fighting appeared in his eyes. He slapped the ground with both hands and immediately jumped up.

So what if you are an enemy that cannot be defeated? As long as you try hard, you will feel guilty.

"Bloody rays, go for me!"

After his blood wings spread, Ye Fan had already walked around Ding Kuang, and immediately shot out twenty drops of essence and blood from his mouth, and he held his fingers up and pointed out towards Ding Kuang.

"Second brother, be careful!"

When the Ding family saw this scene, they all spoke to remind them.

"Hmph, look at my Hunyuan hand!" Ding Kuang seemed very angry at Ye Fan's sudden sneak attack. At the same time, the blood-colored light that gathered twenty drops of essence and blood gave him great oppression, which actually brought him a little sense of crisis.

Hunyuan Hand is a top-grade martial art in the Xuan-level, and it is not weak in the Locust Hall. Only those who understand the power of Hunyuan can use it.

"Wow!" The infinite Hunyuan power slowly condensed in Ding Kuang's right palm, and a small vortex vaguely formed.

The vortex is born in the palm of the hand. Once it appears, the whole world seems to be rotating, and the wind whistles, containing a slight fatal danger.

"Boom boom boom!"

The blood pillar with powerful demonic power touched the Hunyuan hand, and loud noises continued, and the entire ground trembled.

The demonic power is not the Yuan power, and its power is extraordinary, no less than the power of Hunyuan, and it is not inferior to that of Hunyuan. It has not been at a disadvantage for a moment.

"Damn it!" Ding Kuang held the Hunyuan hand in his hand and couldn't help but curse. The originally arrogant smile had dissipated, his face became a little gloomy, and the blood column kept attacking, and the domineering demon power forced him back two steps.

"Boy, you are proud to be able to lose with my Ding Kuang's full strength!" Seeing that the momentum was wrong, Ding Kuang finally lost his patience. The Hunyuan power in his body burst out and was added to Hunyuan's hands.

"Wow!" Hunyuan's hand, which had been suffering from blood, emitted extremely powerful power in an instant, and defeated the demonic power.

"You..." Ye Fan looked at this scene in shock. He originally thought that this attack had hope, but he never thought that Ding Kuang had no use of all his strength.

After completely erasing the blood light, Ding Kuang also looked at Ye Fan with surprise. He was the twenty-one strong man in front of the Locust Hall, but was forced out of all his strength by a boy from the end of the Northern Territory. This was not a victory, but a shame.

Even the strong man ranked around fifty, he was not qualified to take all his strength.

"Bang!"

The moment the blood light disappeared, Ye Fan was slapped out by the Hunyuan hand that followed, and a blood-colored palm print appeared on his chest, which was shocking.

"Boy, you are not my opponent. I can hand over the merit points and treasures. I will give you the last chance to join me Ding!" Ding Kuang's tone for Ye Fan had quietly changed. He had completely despised Ye Fan before, but after a battle, the guy who was only at the top of the ninth level in front of him had already attracted enough attention.

Ye Fan's strength at this moment is definitely more than 40 in the Locust Hall.

"Haha, this is your all-out effort? It seems that the strong man ranked 20th is just like this!" Ye Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Is this man crazy?" Seeing this scene, the people from Ding's family around him were whispering. Ye Fan's two martial arts were broken by Ding Kuang. At this moment, he had blood marks on his chest and was seriously injured. He could even laugh.

"Clang..."

While everyone was whispering, a metal echo suddenly appeared in the center of the scene. Looking up, there was an ancient bronze sword inserted in front of Ye Fan at some point, and the seemingly worn sword body was trembling slightly.
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