In addition to the grief and anger and endless resentment, the Holy Son of Xuan Ming also had a trace of crying, and his aggrieved words were as if he had been bullied by Lin Fan.

"Bloodletting, you despicable person, I can't spare you today" Xuanming Holy Son looked at Lin Fan with a thick anger in his tone.

"What, Phlebotomaniacs"

"I heard that the last time the Moon God Temple was opened, the Holy Son of Xuanming was in the Moon God Temple, and hundreds of catties of Xuanwu blood were released, could it be this person."

"No wonder this person can resist the coercion of the Holy Son of Xuanming, it turns out that he is a bloodletting maniac."

As soon as the Xuanming Holy Son spoke, countless people were stunned and began to whisper.

The matter of Xuanming Holy Son's bloodletting has already spread throughout most of the Semi-Divine Domain, and no one knows about it, and no one knows about it.

Lin Fan touched his nose depressedly, but he didn't expect that he had already turned his body sideways, he didn't see people with a straight face, and the other party was still drunk, they all recognized themselves, it can be seen that the last time the Moon God Temple caused a deep psychological shadow to the other party.

Lin Fan showed a kind smile: "Xuanming Holy Son, the so-called grievances should be resolved rather than settled, how about we smile and enmity."

Today, Lin Fan is not here to find trouble, the Holy Son of Xuanming is in the Xuantian Holy Land, and he has a high prestige, so he should not be offended.

However, it is clear that it is already too late.

Soon, Lin Fan felt that several powerful coercions emerged, and the next moment, several middle-aged men with extraordinary momentum appeared beside Xuanming Holy Son.

"Holy Son, it's this thug who let go of your Xuanwu blood"

"There is nowhere to find the iron shoes, it takes no effort to get it, thugs, and they will be caught"

These people all looked at Lin Fan with hostility.

Xuanming Holy Son, as the Holy Son of Xuantian Holy Land, represents the face of Xuantian Holy Land, but he was bloodlet in the Moon God Temple, which is equivalent to an invisible slap in the face of Xuantian Holy Land.

That kind of thing happened that day, and the Xuantian Holy Land took emergency measures and sent a God Emperor to arrest the thugs, but unexpectedly, a Demon Emperor of the Winged God Clan was sleeping near the Moon God Temple.

The two sides fought a great battle, and the God Emperor of the Xuantian Holy Land was defeated.

Later, the Xuantian Holy Land sent a team of elite disciples to prepare to arrest the thugs, but they lost the trace of the thugs.

Just when they found nothing, they didn't expect this thug to throw himself into the net.

"You get out of the way, I want to take down the other party by myself" Xuanming Holy Son had already sobered up at this moment, and said through gritted teeth.

"Holy Son, this—" A god-king hesitated.

Last time, the Xuanming Holy Son was defeated in the hands of the other party, although he returned to the Xuantian Holy Son from the Moon God Temple, he practiced for several months, and he improved for kilometers.

But they were afraid that the Xuanming Holy Son would have an accident.

"Get out of the way, I've already been promoted to the half-step God King realm, are you afraid that I won't be able to take him down yet" Xuan Ming Holy Son said with a fighting intent.

"Good..."

The group of god-kings did not argue and departed.

"Fight with me, you will die if you lose, and you will write off the grievances from the last time" Xuanming Holy Son looked at Lin Fan and said coldly,

Lin Fan smiled and said, "I hope that the Holy Son of Xuanming will make a promise."

Xuanming Holy Son looked at Lin Fan, and instantly burst out with the momentum of a half-step God King, infinite divine power was gathered around him, the strong wind was howling, and a huge Xuanwu phantom appeared behind Xuanming Holy Son.

This Xuanwu is huge, majestic, and full of the majesty of the mountain.

The Xuanming Holy Son operated the Xuanwu Clan's real name exercises, and merged with the Xuanwu Illusory Shadow into one, and in an instant, the momentum of the Xuanming Holy Son increased again.

The Xuanming Holy Son knew that Lin Fan was not easy to mess with, so at the moment of the battle, he took out his true skills to stimulate the bloodline of the Xuanwu clan and strengthen his own defense.

"Death"

With the roar of the Xuanming Holy Son, the surrounding divine power shook, and the Xuanming Holy Son's hands were sealed, and a Xuanwu seal gathered by divine power appeared in the hands of the Xuanming Holy Son.

The Xuanwu Seal is the secret method of the Xuanwu clan's real name, which seems to be very small, like a jade seal, but its power should not be underestimated.

The Holy Son of Xuanming held the Xuanwu Seal in his hand and pressed hard towards Lin Fan.

Rumble!

The Xuanwu Seal instantly erupted at a speed beyond the speed of sound, shaking the space and exploding, and then suddenly becoming larger, like a sacred mountain, pressing towards Lin Fan.

Lin Fan's face remained unchanged, and the moment Xuan Ming Holy Son made a move, he used the 'Spatial Teleportation Technique' to leave this place as soon as possible.

The Xuanwu seal fell and smashed on the top of the ladder.

In an instant, the power of the Xuanwu Seal exploded, the Heavenly Ladder shook, then broke inch by inch, and then began to collapse.

The crowd of people below felt the ground shake and stood unsteadily.

Lin Fan used his sword intent, and a stream of water appeared out of thin air, appearing around him, and then turned into a rain of swords in the sky, bursting towards the Xuanming Holy Son.

"Basalt Armor"

Xuanming Holy Son shouted angrily, and then on the surface of his body, the Xuanwu armor appeared, the Xuanwu armor was only the size of a piece of clothing, but it exuded a vast and ancient atmosphere.

Ding Ding Ding ~

Countless streams of water sword intent fell on it, and all of them were bounced away.

The Xuanming Holy Son beckoned, gathered the divine power of his whole body, and a layer of invisible power appeared in his palm, releasing brilliance.

Xuan Ming Holy Son slapped his palm and slapped it towards Lin Fan.

The palm of Xuanming Holy Son contained his hateful blow, and the palm power opened up the space, and the endless energy hit Lin Fan.

"Shattered Palm"

Lin Fan stood opposite the Xuanming Holy Son, his palms trembled, and the majestic power emanated, aiming at the Xuanming Holy Son in the air.

Rumble!

The two palms collided, and suddenly the heavens and the earth changed color, and the space distorted, like an atomic bomb explosion, and the energy fluctuations swept away in all directions.

Burst!

The Holy Son of Xuanming was the first to bear it, and his body was bombarded by this aftermath, and the whole person flew out upside down, falling on the ladder in embarrassment, vomiting blood.

Lin Fan's whole person was also a little uncomfortable, even if he had a double defense, he was also entered by this rebounding force, causing the power in his body to be furious.

Fortunately, in the next moment, Lin Fan suppressed the violent energy in his body.

"So strong"

Countless people, watching the battle in the sky.

Even the people of Xuantian Holy Land showed a look of surprise, this young man at the level of a talented god general was not inferior to the Xuanming Holy Son.

You must know that Xuan Ming Holy Son's strength is improving, but he is a genuine half-step God King.

"Come Again"

Xuanming Holy Son shouted angrily, endured his injuries, and flew up to the sky to oppose Lin Fan, and then his palms kept clapping.

One after another, palm prints slapped towards Lin Fan like a raging storm.

The two fought in the air, completely in a hard-to-face posture, all kinds of energy collided, spilled everywhere, and the aftermath fell on the ground, making a vibrating sound.

Deep pits appeared, filled with smoke and dust.

In the process of fighting, Lin Fan was surprised, Xuan Ming's goods were far from being as strong as last time, and now Xuan Ming's strength surpassed that of the God King.

It must have been anger that sparked his potential.

(End of chapter)