"Yes!"

In an instant, Long Fan felt that an extremely strong battle intent was quickly approaching this side from a distance.

"As far as I know, among the seventy-two holy sons of your Holy Gate, there are only people with such a strong fighting spirit, it is estimated that there is only the thirteenth holy son, the fighting holy son!"

However, although Ao Wuxu said lightly, however, he still stretched out his right hand and stopped Long Fan behind him, Long Fan could also feel that this time, the person who came from the Holy Gate was also the strongest.

"Hmph, count you as knowledgeable, tell you, this time, in order to deal with you and Sui Han, our Holy Gate has dispatched two holy sons, and this time, it will definitely cut you down!" The fierce light in the eyes of the Blood Spirit Holy Son was exposed, and he said fiercely.

"Hehe! Kill me and the second junior brother?" In the face of the words of the Blood Spirit Holy Son, Ao Wuxuan didn't care at all; as a fellow senior brother, how could he not know about Sui Han's strength! It can be said that in his cognition, Sui Han's strength was only stronger, not weaker than he imagined.

There is also a point that if you don't have enough strength, how dare you go deep into the extreme north and go deep into the enemy camp alone, so that the pressure on Xueling Mountain has been greatly reduced in recent years.

"Huhu~~~!"

However, just as his words fell, a strong wind blew down, and then, Long Fan saw a man in a golden robe land beside the Blood Spirit Holy Son.

"What's the matter? This Holy Son and the Fourteenth Holy Son, the Ice and Snow Holy Son, can't they still kill the two people of your Snow Spirit Mountain?" After falling, when he heard the arrogant words, his eyes showed a strong battle intent and disdain.

"Try it, don't you know?" Facing the Fighting Saint Son, Ao Wuxuan didn't take the other party to heart at all, and said with a smile.

"Looking for death!" Feeling the relaxed and comfortable expression on Ao Wuxu's body, the Fighting Saint Son shouted angrily, you know, even in the Holy Gate, even the top ten Holy Sons would not dare to despise him so much.

As a Fighting Saint Son, just looking at his name, you can know that he is an existence born specifically for fighting! With the Fighting Saint Method, even if he is facing the top ten, those Holy Sons who have comprehended the mystery of the Supreme Law will not dare to despise him.

As his words fell, a strong battle intent instantly enveloped Long Fan and Ao Wuxuan's body.

"Little junior brother, you stand back, today, let me see how much strength this so-called Holy Gate, the best fighting saint son in battle, has!" Ao Wuxuan smiled at Long Fan and smiled.

Then, the momentum on his body rose from one to the other, Long Fan could feel that his senior brother's body did not have that suffocating momentum, but the powerful coercion emanating from the body of the Fighting Holy Son, everyone could clearly feel it, and it was being held up little by little.

"Hmph! arrogant, this Holy Son really underestimates you!" Feeling the momentum emanating from his body, he was actually forcibly propped up, and a trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of the Fighting Holy Son.

"Hehe, there are many things you don't know!" "Arrogant and he, the whole person's body moved, and he rushed directly towards the Fighting Saint Son in front of him.

"Come on, today, let me see how many catties and taels the senior brother of Xueling Mountain has!"

"Hehe, the Proud Fighting Holy Son has made a move, then, you little fish and shrimp, then leave it to me!" Seeing the figures of the two powerhouses disappear into the sky, the Blood Spirit Holy Son grinned at Long Fan, and the blood-colored spiritual power on his body moved, and he rushed towards Long Fan.

The blood claw appeared in front of Long Fan again, however, at this time, Long Fan's face also sank, and his body exploded away, dodging the attack of the Blood Spirit Holy Son.

"Yo he! That's good! Boy, wasn't he quite bullish on top of the Abyss Great Competition before? Why? Is it that today he has become a mouse who only dares to dodge?" The Blood Spirit Holy Son saw that Long Fan's cultivation was completely lost, but he was still able to calmly dodge his own attack, and his eyes also showed a look of shock, and as one of the seventy-two Holy Sons of the Holy Gate, as the seventy-two most talented people in the Holy Gate, he was a top existence among his contemporaries.

However, in the body of the young man in front of him, he was frustrated one after another, which made him extremely unhappy.

Then, the blood in his eyes flickered, and he attacked Long Fan again, this time the attack became more dense and more powerful.

In such an attack, Long Fan could only keep dodging.

"Haha, haha! Hide, escape! Damn rat!" Seeing Long Fan constantly dodging under his crazy attacks, the somewhat perverted heart of the Blood Spirit Holy Son was also slowly satisfied.

"Boom!"

However, at this moment, there was a loud noise in the sky, and the people in the entire central city were shocked, and then, when the fierce Taitou looked at it, he saw a figure falling directly into the sky.

"Hmph! I really didn't expect that the cultivation of this senior brother of Xueling Mountain is so poor, they are all some people who sell their reputation and reputation; this time, it is estimated that he didn't even catch the ten moves of the Fighting Holy Son, and he was beaten down!!" Seeing someone falling, the Blood Spirit Holy Son said disdainfully, that is, he planned to make a move against Long Fan again.

"Bang!"

The figure slammed into the ground, sending up a puff of smoke and dust, and above the dust, there was this figure in the sky rushing straight down, but when they saw the people coming down from the sky, everyone's hearts also twitched.

Because those who come down from the sky are proud.

And the pride is above the sky, and then the one who is struck down is self-evident, and everyone knows who it is.

Among the seventy-two holy sons of the Holy Gate, the Fighting Holy Son was actually defeated so quickly by the senior brother of Xueling Mountain, Proud and Empty.

However, just before the dust had settled, an embarrassed figure rushed out directly from inside, the target, Long Fan.

"Not good!" Seeing this scene, his arrogant face changed suddenly, and he secretly said in his heart.

However, it was too late at this time, because the Fighting Saint Son had already come to Long Fan's side, and he held Long Fan in his hands with his whole person, looking coldly at the arrogance in front of him.

At this time, the Fighting Saint Son no longer had the noble aura that had just come over his body, that strong aura had already become messy, and the luxurious golden robe on his body had already been tattered, and there were injuries of varying degrees on his face and body.

"Haha, arrogant, I admit that you are very strong, under the premise that my fighting inheritance has not been fully activated, I am really not your opponent, however, you people from Xueling Mountain, but in my hands, I see what else you can do!" said the Fighting Saint Son with a gloomy face.

As soon as he came out of the Holy Gate, he received the task for the first time, and he was actually solved by the other party within ten moves, which directly dispersed all his arrogance.

"Let him go, I'll spare your life today!" Seeing Long Fan in the other party's hands, Ao Wuxuan said coldly; Indeed, in fact, according to Ao Wuxu's strength, he was able to kill these two people in an instant, but it was because he was also a little underestimated that Long Fan was in a predicament.

"Hmph, do you think you have any qualifications to bargain with me?" you can stay here honestly for me!"

This time, his mission was originally to kill Ao Wuxuan, but at this time, he found that the strength of the other party was indeed extremely strong, and such a person, if he was allowed to go to Xueling Mountain, this time the plan of the Holy Gate and the Temple of the Gods was estimated to be wrong again, so the Fighting Holy Son could only use this method to leave Ao Wuxuan behind.

"You are looking for death!" Ao Wuxuan was furious, and with his angry shout, the Fighting Saint Son and the others could even see that in the space around Ao Wuxu's body, they were all a little shaken at the moment of Ao Wuxu's anger, as if they would collapse at any time.

This, how far has this Senior Brother of Xueling Mountain's cultivation reached! Just the fluctuations in emotions can make the space unstable, if he really does it with all his might, this space will not be completely destroyed by him.

Seeing this scene, everyone's hearts were secretly shocked.

"Hey, hey, I said, you guys discussed it like this, didn't you ask me what the party thought?" At the moment when the two were still negotiating, Long Fan, who had not spoken, slowly spoke at this moment.

"Boy, shut up Lao Tzu, there's no place for you to speak here!" the Fighting Saint Son grabbed Long Fan and roared angrily.

"Hmph, just your two miscellaneous hairs, still yelling at me!" Long Fan was also angry, and with his roar, a powerful sword qi directly erupted from the whole person's body.

"En! not good!" Feeling the powerful sword qi on Long Fan's body, the Blood Spirit Holy Son secretly exhaled.

And the spiritual power on the Fighting Saint Son also rioted, and he hit Long Fan with a fierce move.

"Fighting Holy Son, I will destroy you!" Seeing that the Fighting Holy Son had made a move on Long Fan, Ao Wuxuan was also angry, and his figure rushed directly towards the other party.

"Alas, it's a pity, this person from Xueling Mountain is going to die!" sighed in the crowd.

"If you offend the Holy Gate, there is no way, however, thinking about the forces of these two sides, after this person from Xueling Mountain dies, Ao Wuxuan will not let the Fighting Holy Son and the Blood Spirit Holy Son live;

However, the next scene shocked everyone, the powerful blow of the Fighting Saint Son had already come to Long Fan's chest