The high platform was a certain distance from the stands, but Yang Fan stood on the high platform and seemed to have heard the sound coming from the Zhao family's seat. He turned his head to look and saw that everyone in the Zhao family stood up, shouting his name from their mouths.

He saw Zhao Cheng, Zhao Tie, his mother, and Zhao Youjing...... They are all cheering for themselves.

On the rest platform, he saw Zhang Cheng, Yin Qianzi, and their trusting gaze towards him.

At the exit of the demon cave, he also saw his brother, saw Zhao Wuji, and saw unfamiliar faces standing behind them, but their eyes all showed the same emotion, that is, hope.

After all, the little boy chose to clench his fists, and spit out a few words from his mouth sonorously: "Keep fighting!"

Liu Ying sighed, glanced at the seat of the Liu family, and finally swept his gaze over the figure he was looking for, and said to himself: "Little sister, I'm sorry." ”

The next moment, he no longer hesitated, and once again used the "Blood Sacrifice Demon King Slash", sacrificing that hideous treacherous sword!

"This time, it's really over!"

Bang!

A flash of red lightning flashed in the night, as if the night had been torn out by a pair of demonic huge hands.

After all, the treacherous broadsword still slashed towards the high platform, cutting out a terrifying crack in the high platform that had already cracked.

Many people felt a chill in their hearts, and this sword slashed down, and the power was many times more powerful than when they didn't enter the Earth Soul Realm before.

It seems that this knife will mean Yang Fan's failure, or even death.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Cheng led his children and grandchildren to shout more intensely, as if the entire stand was full of their voices.

"Xiaofan, come on, come on, come on, Xiaofan, come on, we believe in you, you are our pride......"

Yang Fan's eyes were moist, he never thought that he would become the hope of the Zhao family. I didn't expect that the Zhao family would bring such a warm feeling to themselves.

When the boy raised his head again, his eyes were filled with indifference.

The word indifference can belong to Zhao Wuji, to Yang Shu, and even to Liu Ying, but it will never belong to Yang Fan.

Because Yang Fan has always been an enthusiastic and lively teenager full of sunshine. He can be ruthless, he can be mad, but he can never be indifferent.

The word apathy does not belong to him, and neither does the word cold.

And now, his eyes are indifferent.

Indifference to the extreme.

No one can see his eyes, if he does, he will definitely think that Yang Fan at this time is no longer him, but someone else.

And the indifferent Yang Fan did not dodge, retreat, dodge, or dodge, but still faced the "Blood Sacrifice Demon King Slash" head-on as before, and carried a soul qi wave.

In his indifferent gaze was a determination to see death as home.

"I am the hope of the Zhao family, the hope of my brother, the hope of my mother, and the hope of my grandfather. I can fail, but I can't give up. They believe in me, they believe in me more than ever, and I must not let them down! Even if I pay with my life, I will fight to the end! I remember my brother saying before he went to Evil Ze Mountain, a man must accept danger, must learn to overcome danger, and come out of a desperate situation. Only such a man is a real man, and such a man is qualified to be a soul guest!"

"Liu Ying, you may not be able to defeat me. You have unparalleled talent, and I have the courage to take a desperate gamble!"

Yang Fan pushed out his palms, and the light suddenly expanded, completely engulfing him, and a powerful soul qi rushed towards Liu Ying like a lightning wave.

There were no bright silver stars in the night, only strips of white moonlight scattered all over the night, as if a finger was dipped in powder on a pitch-black cloth. Occasionally, a white lightning bolt fell, illuminating the dense and straight rain lines very clearly.

It was originally an ordinary rainy night, with a dark sky, white moonlight, thunder, and rapid rain, which should be a very natural picture. But on the contrary, the two forces generated from the field completely illuminated this rainy night of lightning and thunder.

One is red, and those demons who have come from the blood mist like resurrections have come from the underworld to the human world to forage for food. Wherever they went, they took red, a symbol of blood and slaughter, with them. On the other side, there is a light and thick gold, like a light seed with infinite power, which sprouts and grows in an instant, sprinkling light to the world.

Blood does not represent evil, and light does not represent justice. This is just a confrontation of two forces, this is just a confrontation between two soul arts, and it has nothing to do with good and evil.

Everyone who has set their eyes on this place without hesitation has felt an unprecedented uplift. At this moment, they could no longer guess the outcome of the game, although it was Liu Ying of the Earth Soul Realm who was standing in the blood mist, but the power released by Yang Fan made them more and more convinced that a miracle was possible!

Because they saw that the soul qi wave that was already terrifying enough did not end like this. At the moment of release, the soul qi wave was still growing and expanding!

In the pale golden light, no one could see Yang Fan's expression and movements clearly. If you can see it clearly, you will find that his expression at this time is not only indifferent, but also excited!

This excitement is not because of happiness or fear, but because of a sudden enlightenment.

Anyway, we've come this far, so let's give it a go and take a gamble!

The two forces were stalemate in the center of the high platform, struggling to support them, and neither could immediately eliminate anyone. Yang Fan had already made up his mind, and his eyes were full of determination. He temporarily transferred the control of the soul qi wave to one hand, freed one hand, took out the bottle containing the soul pill in his arms, and actually poured all the remaining dozen or so high-quality two-star soul pills into his mouth!

In the next moment, all the soul pills dissolved in Yang Fan's body, and endless soul power broke out of the pills, tearing at Yang Fan's body while replenishing Yang Fan's strength.

"For the sake of victory, in order not to disappoint anyone. Liu Ying, I'm fighting with you! Even if I explode and die, I will fight!"

Yang Fan's expression looked ferocious for the first time.

"Liu Ying, you forced me to create the first soul qi wave in history!"

In Yang Fan's sea of consciousness, a dragon soul seal rose up and entered the soul ball of the soul qi wave.

Originally, the soul qi wave that had been blessed with a little dragon soul seal was now blessed a little bit by Yang Fan.

However, before Yang Fan gave up, another dragon soul imprint rose in the sea of consciousness, and flew towards the soul qi wave again.

Immediately after, another dragon soul imprint point rose, and the target was still the soul qi wave!

Three o'clock!

Yang Fan blessed the soul qi wave with three dragon soul seals!

In an instant, the human-tall soul qi wave spread rapidly to all sides, spreading outward at an extremely fast and exaggerated speed, and finally enveloped the entire high platform in it. The demons and blood mist generated by the "Blood Sacrifice Demon King Slash" have been completely overwhelmed by the soul qi wave!

Everyone in the stands stood up, and it was completely instinctive. At this moment, no one can sit still! And none of the people who stood up made a sound. Their eyes were all on the same spot.

Bang bang –

A series of soul power explosions completely drowned out the thunder and rain, becoming the main timbre of this rainy night.

One only felt a flower in front of them, and then a figure that floated like a fallen leaf flew out of the light. This time, the figure flew far away, so people could see that this time it really flew out of the high platform and fell to the ground.

Once again, the shock reached its peak. Because it was Liu Ying who flew out.

The light dissipated, and the figure standing on the high platform was still Yang Fan.

In this year's competition of the New British Club, the undefeated Yang Fan!