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Tiannan Boundary River, southwest star field.

The enemy does not hate the local backball battle Yang Nuo Qiu Ke

The alliance army led by the Ten Great Forces such as the Nine Heavens Temple, the Demon God Palace, and the Shinrikyo has besieged the Lingwu Great World for twenty years.

In the past twenty years, both sides have been afraid of each other, although they have been fighting every day, but the top powerhouses of the half-step Saint King Realm have rarely made a move.

Sun Yuankeku's cold department

"Boom~~~"

Suddenly, a ripple rippled in the void thirty light-years away from a large fortress that stretched for hundreds of light-years in the northwest of the Lingwu Great World.

After the hatred of the ground, the hatred of the cold, the school of trouble, and the hatred of cold

After the hatred and hatred, the hatred and coldness of the school were cold, countless spaces, a large number of stars, and completely shattered.

The next moment.......

A person appeared out of thin air, it was a young man dressed in black, very young, about twenty years old, the atmosphere around him was ethereal, unpredictable, and there was a kind of artistic conception of returning to the basics.

The black-clothed young man who suddenly appeared was none other than Yang Fan, who had rushed back from the central Tianhe.

On that day, after suppressing a group of half-step saint kings and top saint venerables, although Yang Fan found traces of those saints, but after thinking about it for a while, he still decided to leave them a small life, after all, they were not those half-step saint kings and top saint kings, and they had never done anything to him, and he also happened to use their mouths to announce his arrival to the many big forces in the Tiannan Boundary River.

Sun Qiuqiu is not alone in the ball battle

Of course, the most important thing is that their cultivation is too poor, even if they are all devoured and refined, it will not increase Yang Fan's strength at all.

Then Yang Fan rushed to the Lingwu World non-stop, leaving home for 1,400 years, but the thoughts of his father and mother in his heart were difficult to suppress, like the rolling tide, surging in his heart.

Yang Fan didn't want to stay outside for a moment, Yang Fan was in a hurry, the speed was really fast, even those thirty-six half-step Saint Kings were out of reach, it took nearly five hundred years to go, and it didn't even take three days to come back.

"Huh?"

Looking at the dense war fortress in front of him, which was like a space fortress, Yang Fan frowned.

In an instant, a holy soul power far beyond the imagination of the thirty-six half-step Saint Kings suddenly radiated from Yang Fan's sea of knowledge, enveloping the entire Lingwu Great World.

It wasn't until he realized that his father and mother were safe and sound and had not been harmed, that Yang Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

If it was his father and mother, he would have to regret it for the rest of his life, but fortunately, he had arranged the Yuanlong True King and them back to the Lingwu Great World early, otherwise, with the strength of the Lingwu Holy Palace alone, he would never be the opponent of the enemy who came to attack.

The knot is bitter and cool, and Sun hates the war, and is not lonely

The next moment.......

"Boom~~~Boom~~~Boom~~~"

A stream of cold killing intent erupted in Yang Fan's heart like a billions of volcanoes.

Dragons have reverse scales, and if they touch it, they will die.

The enemy department does not hate the enemy, and the enemy inspection center does not make trouble

These forces actually dare to hit his relatives with their ideas, and they really deserve death!

Death! Everyone present must die!!

That's when .......

"Who dares to peep into my Shengluo Fortress. A voice like the roar of a demon god erupted from the fortress of war, boiling and sweeping through the starry sky.

"Look for death!" Yang Fan's eyes flashed fiercely, and the killing intent in his heart completely exploded.

"Boom~~~"

A terrifying hand that covered the sky and the sun suddenly appeared, and it fell towards the Shengluo Fortress.

"Puff~~~Puff~~~Puff~~~Puff~~~"

Countless spaces, a large number of stars, completely shattered.

"Ah, it's not good~~~"

"Damn, how could this be. ”

"No, save me, my lord, help us. ”

........

A terrible and desperate wail erupted from the Shengluo Fortress, and a layer of crimson-gold enchantment rose up, guarding the surroundings of the Shengluo Fortress.

"Bang~~~"

The big hand that covered the sky slammed on the red-gold barrier, and in a thousandth of an instant, the barrier was like glass, shattering and crumbling into slag.

"Boom ......."

The big hand that covered the sky continued to crush, and the sky collapsed and the earth cracked.

The enemy is far away from the enemy, and Sun Chamo is lonely and cool

The entire Shengluo Fortress was torn apart, turning into countless rubble, a terrifying energy frenzy, destroying everything, with the Shengluo Fortress as the center of the starry sky for hundreds of light years, chaos, endless spatial turbulence was rioting, collapsing, and the terrifying spatial vortex seemed to devour everything.

In the past twenty years, both sides have been afraid of each other, although they are constantly fighting every day, but the top powerhouses of the half-step Saint King Realm have rarely made a move.

Inside the fortress, all the saints below the saint venerable didn't even have time to let out a scream, they completely sent it out, even those saints, they just relied on the immortal power in their bodies to support a few more breaths.

The subject is not a department, and Sun hates the war and makes trouble

"Sneer~~~Sne~~~Sneer~~~"

The Hongmeng purple qi just flashed, and it disappeared in an instant, as if there was a pair of invisible hands collecting the Hongmeng purple qi.

The cultivation of these saints, Yang Fan can't look down on it, but Yang Fan will not let go of the Hongmeng purple qi in their bodies.

.......

"Ah~~~ not good. ”

"There is a half-step Saint King Realm powerhouse who makes a move. ”

"The Southwest Star Domain asks for support, asks for support. ”

.......

Sun Qiu does not hate the only Sun Shumo, making trouble and making trouble

In an instant, in the starry sky nearby, many war fortresses sounded alarm bells, and the sound of requests for support continued.

Although Sun Qiu is not the top in all the fortresses, it is also a large fortress with a diameter of more than 100 light years, and the Shengluo clan stationed in it is not weak, with a total of nine top-level saints sitting in it, and there are no less than two thousand other rank saints, plus the defense of the Shengluo fortress itself, even the low-level half-step saint king can fight.

Although Shengluo Fortress is not the top among all fortresses, it is also a large fortress with a diameter of more than 100 light years, and the Shengluo clan stationed in it is not weak, with a total of nine top-level Saint Venerables sitting in it, and other Saint Venerables are no less than 2,000 people, plus the Shengluo Fortress itself is defensive, even low-level half-step Saint Kings can fight.

Being able to blow up the Shengluo Fortress with one palm so easily, the horror of the power of the comer can be seen.

At the very least, it is a high-level and low-level half-step Saint King, and even an intermediate-level half-step Saint King is not impossible.

The knot is far from the enemy's cold and the ball is cold

Such a top-level powerhouse is definitely not something that these forces can deal with.

........

"Presumptuous!"

A scream full of anger.

"Boom~~~"

A demonic qi that passed through the heavens and latitudes fell from the sky, like wolf smoke, rolling around, running through the starry sky, and out of it came a terrifying demon god dressed in black armor, surrounded by demonic energy, and the momentum reigned over the world, even some half-step saint kings were terrified, and they had an instinctive fear of it.

"Sneer~~~Sne~~~Sneer~~~"

In all directions, the large~large~ void was corroded by endless demonic qi and turned into a Senluo Demon Domain.

........

"It's the Demon God of Senro. ”

Sun Yuanke is not alone, the ball battle is noisy, and the battle is not

"Hahaha...... The time of death of this beast has come. ”

"To be able to die at the hands of Lord Senro, this beast is proud enough. ”

.......

In an instant, countless powerhouses from all directions sneered, looking at Yang Fan as if they were looking at a dead man.

Senluo Demon God, that is the top powerhouse of the Demon God Palace, in the entire Demon God Palace, it is able to rank in the top ten, and even impact the top five, the strength is terrifying, only under a few top half-step Saint Kings, once rivaled a twenty-eight half-step Saint King, just a little weaker, and this is not the Lingwu Great World, without the suppression of the power of the world, it is by no means comparable to a mere intermediate half-step Saint King, even if he has a high-level Saint Talisman in his hand, it is the same, although the Holy Talisman is strong, but the Sen Luo Demon God is not a target, he can stand still and let you attack。

If you can't hit someone, in a high-level holy talisman, that's also for nothing.

That's when .......

"Boom~~~"

Yang Fan's eyes flashed with coldness, and without saying a word, he slapped his palm towards the Senluo Demon God.

"Ah, no~~~"

After not the ground, the ghost knotted the ball by the lonely gang

The Senluo Demon God just had time to burst out with an unwilling wail, and was suppressed by Yang Fan with one palm and completely banned.

.......

"Ah~~~ How can this be, how can it be like this......"

"No, it's not true, it must not be true......"

"How could the Demon God of Sen Luo be defeated?

.......

In the fortress of the Quartet War, countless powerhouses were dumbfounded, they couldn't believe all this in front of them, although those half-step saint kings in the Lingwu Great World were powerful, but they were nothing more than with the help of holy runes, and their true cultivation was nothing, the strongest was a sixteen-way half-step holy king, if there was no help from the holy runes, any top-level half-step holy king would be able to suppress them.

However, what they saw, the mysterious powerhouse just now did not have the power of the holy rune at all, and completely relied on his own strength to suppress the Senluo Demon God.

This power has definitely reached the top-level half-step Saint King realm, and it is definitely not as simple as twenty-eight or twenty-nine half-step Saint Kings.

.......

The ship is not a hateful and a cool ship, and the lonely ghost is overcome

"Ah, Senluo~~~" A heartbreaking, mournful scream erupted from a war fortress that lasted thousands of light-years.

The next moment.......

"Boom~~~Boom~~~Boom~~~"

Dao magic light pierced the void and shot towards Yang Fan~.

Every demonic light is full of demonic energy, containing the supreme demonic way.

Soon, thirty-six peerless demon cultivators appeared in front of Yang Fan, all of them were half-step Saint Kings, and the three people in front of them were even the top half-step Saint Kings, especially the people who were the leaders, their cultivation was terrifying, and they had already reached the realm of thirty-three half-step Saint Kings, and there was only one opportunity left, and they would set foot in the realm of thirty-four half-step Saint Kings.

The ship is far away and far cool, and the Sun ball fights the moon and fights the knot

This person is the king of the Tiannan Realm River Demon God Palace.

But at this moment, the king of the demon god was pale, his eyes were spewing fire, like a beast that was completely enraged, a cooing sound burst out of his throat, thunder and lightning were angry, and his teeth were grinning, the demon god of Senluo was not only a strong person in their Demon God Palace, but also his personal disciple, and he was deeply loved by him.

"Who are you, why do you want to meddle in the affairs of our and the Lingwu Sacred Palace?" The King of the Demon God was furious in his heart, and he wanted to crush Yang Fan to ashes, but he didn't do it directly, in his eyes, there was a faint trace of jealousy, the strength of his big disciple, he couldn't be clearer, even compared to the twenty-eight half-step Saint Kings, it was only a little inferior, even if it was some thirty half-step Saint Kings, it was easy to defeat him, but it was impossible to suppress it with one blow like the person in front of him.

The strength of the person in front of him was so strong, even if it was not as good as him, the thirty-three half-step Saint King, it was not much worse.

"Hahaha....... Hahaha...... It's really funny......." Yang Fan laughed as if he had heard the most ridiculous joke, "You Xingshi mobilized the crowd to attack my Lingwu World, didn't you just want to take revenge on this seat?

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