Dragon Sovereign

Although he was holding onto the sword, the force in his hand was forcibly dispersed.    

    

Zhang Fan's eyes showed some surprise. This Wang Luo did indeed have some skill, but even so, he still suffered a loss.    

    

The sword techniques of the Violet Cloud Art were interlinked with each other. The level of each move was uneven and ever-changing, leaving the opponent with no way to fight back.    

    

"Sword kinesis!"    

    

A low roar sounded out.    

    

The purple glow on Zhang Fan's body surged again, and the sword in his right hand trembled rapidly. Countless sword shadows burst out, and with endless killing intent, they swept towards Wang Luo.    

    

Wang Luo's pupils clearly shrank. That murderous aura made the sense of danger that he sensed become even stronger. He didn't have a strong defensive power, so he quickly dodged.    

    

In that instant, he spread out his left hand and a black shadow appeared. Martial Spirit, Beast Martial Spirit, Nerubian Spiders …    

    

The Nerubian Spiders were fierce beasts, and they contained poison. They were a type of extremely strange and powerful beast spirit.    

    

When the spider spirit appeared, everyone present was stunned. The referee also revealed a trace of surprise. 'This beast soul is very strong!'    

    

He lightly clenched his right hand, and a stream of black gas instantly began to circulate around his body. At this time, Wang Luo's eyes became even darker, and looked very ordinary and strange.    

    

"Kid, you have some skill, but the real battle has just started."    

    

With the addition of the Martial Spirit, Wang Luo's voice became exceptionally cold, making people feel as if he was not in the least bit emotional. "Die."    

    

Wang Luo smirked disdainfully, even sneering. His body transformed into a black shadow as he charged toward Zhang Fan at an extremely fast speed.    

    

Zhang Fan's eyes narrowed. He didn't expect the other party to become so tyrannical after the Martial Spirit's energy entered his body. The House of the Fantasy spirit also reacted quickly. The long sword in his hand pierced through the air, revealing its sharpness.    

    

A crazy sword Qi shot out.    

    

Wang Luo's expression was full of disdain. After his Martial Spirit had been added to his body, the power had also weakened. His body instantly shifted to the side and dodged the attack. The trident in his hand carried a strange energy as it instantly swept towards Zhang Fan.    

    

Right now, the trident was infused with the poison of the Nerubian Spiders. If ordinary people were to come into contact with it, they would definitely die!    

    

Staring at that strange light, Zhang Fan's will wavered as he focused his attention. He could sense an extremely dangerous aura coming from him, and he knew that he had no choice but to use his trident to deal with it.    

    

While pondering, Zhang Fan activated his Concealment Steps, dodging towards the back while the sword in his hand continued to vibrate.    

    

"Sky Shattering!"    

    

With a loud shout, Zhang Fan's body suddenly appeared, bringing along countless sword shadows, which swept out in all directions.    

    

The sword qi was filled with a terrifying killing intent and even a hint of bloodlust. How could his essence allow others to provoke him?!    

    

Crazy sword energy filled the entire stage. Countless sword shadows dazzled the eyes. The power of a cultivation technique at the fourth level was not something an ordinary person could look down upon …    

    

The piercing sound appeared again. The black light around Wang Luo became even more intense. Suddenly, he turned around and charged toward Zhang Fan. He spread out his left hand and a mass of black fog instantly exploded out.    

    

Those who came into contact with the Nerubian Spiders would feel weak and powerless, and their range would be very wide.    

    

Seeing such a strange object, Zhang Fan let out a low shout. The resplendent purple light became even more violent, and the power of heaven and earth began to frantically flow.    

    

The instant Zhang Fan's entire body was enveloped by the purple light, he directly dashed towards the black cloud. Although the Purple Clouds technique was gentle in nature, it had an extremely strong resistance to the path of evil.    

    

As he entered the black fog, the ear-piercing sound of something being grinded away rapidly was heard.    

    

Surprise appeared in his black eyes. As the purple light crazily surged, Zhang Fan's body suddenly accelerated.    

    

When Wang Luo saw that Zhang Fan had actually entered the black fog, his sneer became even more pronounced. He let out a low shout, and the black fog started to cover the entire platform, and within the black fog was his domain.    

    

Wang Luo didn't know that Zhang Fan liked the dark night the most. A killer liked to dance in the dark night, so not only would the dark night not make Wang Luo panic, but he would also feel an indescribable excitement. Every perfect assassination mission was accomplished under the dark night.    

    

The black fog in this area was even denser and blacker. A purple glow appeared in his eyes and his fourth level perception instantly spread outwards.    

    

The surrounding black fog might be poisonous, or it might cause a certain amount of damage to his energy, but the dark night was a place where he could jump at will.    

    

Everyone was a bit worried when they saw the black mist on the platform. Although they didn't know what it was used for, but since it was released by Wang Luo, it was naturally very powerful.    

    

Would Zhang Fan be able to create another miracle? Their hearts clenched.    

    

Right now, he could not see the details of the situation, so his heart was filled with worry. But for some reason, he still chose to believe, as the image of Zhang Fan taking the initiative to charge in appeared in his mind. Since that was the case, it proved that he had absolute confidence.    

    

"Young master, you have to persevere." Ouyang Xian`er's eyes glimmered with a purple light as she clasped her hands together, her heart filled with worry.    

    

"Miss, we can't see it anymore. What should we do?" Would there be a problem with Young Master Feng Ling? " Zi Ling sat beside Ye Xuan and said worriedly.    

    

"Don't talk nonsense." Ye Xuan's pretty eyebrows were slightly furrowed, but her small face also had a worried look. Her beautiful eyes were staring at the battle stage, as if she was hoping to see some tricks up her sleeve.    

    

"Hehe, Clan Head, it seems like this kid is going to exert his strength. The trash of the Feng Clan won't be able to survive." The man beside Zhang Mo Ben had a smile on his face.    

    

"Yes." Zhang Mo only nodded his head as he heard this, but the coldness at the corner of his mouth became even deeper. 'Die! Only by dying can I dispel the hatred in my heart!'    

    

He was jealous. He was really jealous. He was jealous of Zhang Fan's talent and Zhang Fan's nature. He was very curious how a trash could grow up to be like this. He was jealous of Feng Batian. Why did he have such a son?    

    

Zhang Mo Ben's expression turned malevolent. Zhang Fan had to die.    

    

At this moment, Zhang Fan's aura had completely died down. This was an instinctive reaction. It was a habit in the dark night for the purpose of making the opponent not notice his presence, and then dealing a fatal blow to him …    

    

He liked this feeling, so he had to thank Wang Luo for all of this. The corners of his mouth curled up, and his eyes shone with a cold light.    

    

In the black mist, he could not detect Zhang Fan's aura, and his eyes were filled with disbelief. Closing his eyes, he began to wave the trident in his hand, and then opened his eyes, which still contained traces of disbelief. There were two possibilities, either Zhang Fan was not able to enjoy the poison in the black mist, or he died, or the other party had a strange cultivation method to conceal himself. If it was the former, it would have been better, but after the fact, it was disadvantageous for him.    

    

He immediately had this thought, but if he really did withdraw, wouldn't that be slapping himself in the face?!    

    

Wang Luo's body moved. Since you didn't want to come out, then I will find you. As long as the two of them fight, the opponent's energy consumption, his poison invasion, the opponent will most likely die. What he did not expect was that Zhang Fan would actually be such a troublesome opponent.    

    

As he was searching, he suddenly felt a wave of sword Qi from the spiritual force, and the trident trembled, instantly welcoming it. However, it only hit the air.    

    

Wang Luo's pupils contracted again. This person's speed was too fast. In an instant, he became even more vigilant. This was his domain, how could he allow others to cause trouble again?    

    

After some thought, the black light around Wang Luo became even more intense. His speed became extremely fast, and he began to search the entire platform bit by bit. It didn't matter if he was dead or alive, I would still find his corpse.    

    

However, after going around in a circle, they were told that there was no one left. It was likely that not even a fly could be seen …    

    

Anger flashed in Wang Luo's eyes as he clenched his fists. "You're courting death!"    

    

Mad black energy surged up. The black mist began to swirl as though a couple of eggs had been inserted into a chopstick.    

    

This was the second skill that he had learned when he had broken through to the Martial Master realm. First, the black belt was filled with poison, and if he touched it, it would directly invade his body.    

    

However, what surprised Wang Luo was that he still didn't find Zhang Fan. This made him even angrier. The black belt on his body spread out across the whole stage. 'Did you disappear already?!'    

    

Ten minutes passed, twenty minutes passed, yet he still could not detect the other party's shadow. Could it be that the other party had really disappeared?    

    

Wang Luo clenched his fists tightly, his eyes flashing black. His furious voice rang out, "Stinky brat, do you only know how to dodge? You don't even dare to face me head on!"    

    

As soon as Wang Luo's words came out, the surrounding audience instantly let out a sigh of relief. Wang Luo's words proved one thing, and that was that the young man who had been creating miracles the entire time, the new dark horse of the Martial Hall, was still alive and hadn't died in the black fog.    

    

Feng Batian also let out a sigh. His face showed some surprise. How did his own son do it?    

    

Ouyang Xian`er's small hands were still clasped together, and worry was written all over her face. Until the end, she would always be worried.    

    

As for Ye Xuan and Zi Ling, their expressions relaxed as they stared at the black fog.