Recognizing Long Moxue's identity, Xue Piaoling's expression was much more complicated.

She remembered that when she saw Long Moxue ten years ago, neither of them looked down on each other, and Long Moxue played with her every day, almost tearing down the entire palace.

It's a pity that no matter how she fights with Long Moxue, she must be the one who loses in the end, because at that time, Long Moxue already had the strength of the fifth level of the soul person, and she herself didn't even have the first soul vein through at that time.

Ten years have passed in a hurry, and Xue Piaoling didn't expect that she and the other party could reunite again in this Blood Yang Secret Realm.

However, facing Long Moxue again, a strong sense of pride rose in her heart, she fought with this savage girl, and in the end, she was slightly better!

Why? The reason is simple.

Her man was the demonic Zhang Min, while Long Moxue's man was a fourth-level soul waste, and a waste who was killed immediately!

Thinking of this, Xue Piaoling felt even more beautiful in his heart, and raised his snow-white neck, like a proud white swan.

Compared with the complacent Xue Piaoling, Long Moxue's idea was much simpler, she glanced at the triumphant Xue Piaoling, brushed off her long green silk, and muttered in a low voice: "Is this woman sick in the brain, what is she talking to herself for no reason, just like a sow in estrus......"

It's a shame that she speaks in a small voice, otherwise Xue Piaoling will hear it, and she will have to make a big fuss with her for another 300 rounds.

Then she changed the angle of the blue floc in her arms and muttered in a low voice: "Su Fan is really, it's not easy to kill someone at all, the opponent is just the eighth level of the soul master, it can be solved with one sword, it has dragged on for so long!"

Long Moxue would say this because she didn't know Su Fan's battle fetish......

When Su Fan hunted his prey, what he liked most was to admire the desperate and fearful look of his prey, and only when they thought they were at their peak could they knock them down from the altar with one blow, so that Su Fan's goal of enjoying the battle could be achieved.

The so-called the higher you stand, the harder you fall, that's the truth.

At this time, in the woods, Yuan Cheng's earth-shattering momentum was still raging wildly there.

"Su Fan, you see, this is my potential! Originally, it would be Xin'er's birthday in a while, and I still wanted to tell her the good news of my comprehension...... But you! it was you who ruined it all! Now I'm going to use the power I realized to take your dog's life to comfort Xin'er's spirit in the sky!" Yuan Cheng shouted with anger on his face, and hideous green tendons protruded from his slightly handsome face.

"Well, that's a good momentum, but do you think a single momentum can overwhelm me?"

Su Fan chuckled, and a flash of disdain flashed in his starry eyes.

At this time, the scene was extremely strange, under the shroud of Yuan Cheng's violent momentum, both those monks and the nearby grass and trees and forests were crushed.

It's a pity, except for Su Fan, who stood tall in the center of the storm, his robes flying all over his body, and his slightly thin figure stood still like a mountain!

However, Yuan Cheng, who was carried away by anger, didn't notice all this, he was just frantically running his soul power there, trying to completely suppress his opponent.

Su Fan stood a little bored for a while, and found that Yuan Cheng was still there desperately agitating his momentum, so he stretched out his palm and patted the other party's face, and said in a sullen tone: "Hey, you are still finished, just this trick over and over again, and you still hold your face like this, do I still think you are going to squat in the pit, but you didn't even collapse a fart!"

After being slapped on the face by Su Fan, Yuan Cheng noticed Su Fan's abnormality and found that he was extremely relaxed under his own momentum!

"No! this can't be true!" Yuan Cheng shook his head and shouted in panic: "I don't believe it, you are just a fourth-level soul waste, how can you ......"

But then, the image that surprised him appeared!

"Soul Rank 4?

Su Fan chuckled, a touch of coldness flashed in his eyes, and his aura soared rapidly, and his strength was quickly unsealed from the fourth level of the soul to the peak of the ninth level of the soul person!

Then, with a movement of his mind, he pressed it gently, and the speed of his strength rising stopped instantly!

He has mastered the changes in his own strength very skillfully!

"Soul Warrior Ninth Rank Peak, this is impossible! This must be fake! Ahhhh

Feeling the majestic aura coming from Su Fan's body, Yuan Cheng, who was blinded by hatred, screamed unwillingly, his body was boiling with blood boiling, and the momentum in his body skyrocketed a lot again.

Su Fan's expression moved, and he saw the changes in Yuan Cheng, this seemed to be some kind of secret technique to burn qi and blood to forcibly improve his strength.

He took a few playful steps back and chuckled softly, "That's kind of fun!"

Come, rage, burst out with the strongest power, and die!

"Ahh

Yuan Cheng let out a dry howl, and the skin on his body was as deep red as if it had been burned by flames.

Then he gasped and snorted heavily, looking at Su Fan fiercely, two blazing red flames came out of his clenched fists!

Su Fan looked at the two flames and muttered thoughtfully: "This flame is not the power of attributes, it seems to be a mortal fire tempered by some kind of exercise, interesting, really interesting!"

"Su Fan, you dare to ignore me when you are dying, do you really think that your cultivation at the peak of the ninth level of the soul can be invincible, now I will tell you, don't underestimate any weak person!"

Yuan Cheng spat out a mouthful of white hot air, and the momentum of his whole body was attached to his body, and the red flames on his fist skyrocketed by half an inch again under the increase in momentum!

"Die, Su Fan!"

"Blood Flame Divine Fist!"

Yuan Cheng arched his horse and rushed straight forward, and the two constantly burning fire fists flew towards Su Fan like two rapidly flying blood-colored meteors!

The scorching fire fist scorched the air, and waves of high temperature spread to all around!

"What a terrible punch!"

"That kid is in danger!"

"Haha, I thought that I could defeat Yuan Cheng with high strength, he deserved it!"

A few monks who fell to the ground next to him whispered to each other.

Su Fan looked at the Blood Flame Divine Fist attacking him, the corners of his mouth pursed a hint of playful arc, and he held his sword without avoiding it and held his chest to meet it!

Seeing that Su Fan actually dared to directly resist his fist technique, Yuan Cheng let out a crazy roar, and the strength of his whole body was poured into his fist, and he smashed it hard at Su Fan's heart!

Bang!

A deafening loud bang spread throughout the space within a radius of several thousand meters, and a huge blood-colored spark suddenly burst out!

Dead?

Except for Long Moxue, all the people watching this battle were shocked when they looked at the slowly disappearing blood-colored flames, under such a terrible attack, it should be impossible for the person named Su Fan to still be alive.