C263 Betting
C263 Betting
"I won't allow anyone to talk about my young master, including my own parents!" Ouyang Xian'er tightly bit her lips. Although her tears were still flowing, a resolute expression still hung on her face.
"Xian`er." The woman was stunned. Ouyang Xian`er's current personality was very similar to hers. Thinking of this, the woman couldn't help but raise her head and glance at the man. At this moment, the man's gaze landed on the woman as well.
When they looked at each other, deep love was revealed. However, he still needed to do what he needed to do.
"You plan to not follow us back," the man said as he swept a glance at Ouyang Xian`er.
"Yes!" Ouyang Xian`er nodded.
"Very good." The man slightly nodded, then his gaze landed on Zhang Fan as he said, "Then do you believe that I won't kill this brat right now?"
"You all … "How can you do that?" Ouyang Xian`er was stunned as she hugged Zhang Fan, as if she was afraid that the man would really harm Zhang Fan at this moment.
"There's nothing that can't be done. You are my, Ouyang Zhenyue's, daughter, so I must bring you back," the man said coldly.
"If you kill the young master, I won't live either!" Ouyang Xian`er's tears flowed as she shook her head in Zhang Fan's embrace.
"Xian`er!" Zhang Fan placed his hands on Ouyang Xian`er's shoulders.
Ouyang Xian`er trembled as she gently lifted her head.
"Don't cry, it won't look good if you cry," Zhang Fan gently wiped away Ouyang Xian`er's tears and then bent down to kiss her lightly on the forehead. Then he smiled and said, "What woman protects a woman like this? It's also a man who protects a woman, understand?" With that, Zhang Fan stepped back from Ouyang Xian`er's embrace and stood in front of her.
He lifted his head and looked at the man. His eyes were burning with determination. His right hand held the Heavenly Spring Sword and appeared in his hands. As his energy flowed, his long black hair moved without any wind.
He was in the ninth level of the Purple Clouds. It was better if he could keep his mind calm if he could return to his original nature in such a situation. He could just give up on the ninth level of the Purple Clouds.
"What? Brat, do you want to fight me?" The man looked at Zhang Fan with disdain.
"Yes." Zhang Fan nodded. His eyes were filled with determination. "I want to tell uncle that there is no such thing as absolute. Right now, I might be weak in your eyes, but that doesn't mean that I will be as well in the future."
"Haha, interesting!" The man laughed. He seriously sized Zhang Fan up and said, "How about this, if you can hurt me even a little, so what if Xian'er follows you?"
"Uncle said so …" Zhang Fan's eyes lit up as he became even more determined. He couldn't think too much into it right now. Right now, he only wanted Ouyang Xian`er to stay by his side for the rest of his life.
"Hmph, I, Ouyang Zhenyue, have never broken my promise with my words!" The man snorted coldly before turning around and walking away.
Zhang Fan took a deep breath, put away the little magical beast in his arms, and followed her out.
By now, everyone had left, including the young magical beast.
The wind on the summit was very strong, but the two people standing in the middle of the huge summit were not the slightest bit affected by it.
"I hope that you are someone who can afford to lose. Furthermore, what I wish to tell you is that if you lose, I will bring Xian'er with me and leave today. Do you dare to bet with me?" Ouyang Zhenyue coldly gazed at Zhang Fan.
"Haha …" Zhang Fan couldn't help but laugh out loud. Why would I not dare to bet on my woman? He nodded his head bluntly and swung the sword in his right hand. A crazy sword intent completely exploded out.
The opponent's strength was very high, but he had never seen anything like this. Even if he died today, he would risk it all. This wasn't only for himself, but also for Xian'er. He wanted to prove that he had the power to protect Ouyang Xian`er.
"Brat, come. I just want to see just how strong you are!" Ouyang Zhenyue's voice was filled with coldness.
"As you wish." Zhang Fan coldly snorted. An afterimage appeared and in the next second, he appeared before Ouyang Zhenyue. No matter what, this time, he was going to go all out.
"Your speed is still too slow." But once again, Ouyang Zhenyue's voice was heard.
"Are you slow? Then I'll hurry you up!" Zhang Fan growled. Purple energy soared into the sky and an illusory image of a sword instantly condensed. A crazy sword intent floated as a sharp aura shot up into the sky.
"Sword of the Gods!" Zhang Fan shouted out explosively. The sword moved and ruthlessly smashed towards the man.
"Your energy is too weak," Zhang Fan's indifferent voice was like a thunderbolt, striking hard into his heart.
As he finished speaking, the man flicked his finger. A stream of light floated in the air, and a stream of energy pierced through Zhang Fan's floating energy and struck his Heavenly Spring Sword. The energy instantly dispersed the entire attack, completely dispersing it.
If it weren't for Zhang Fan holding his sword tightly, the sword might have already flown out.
Stunned, Zhang Fan revealed a look of disbelief, but he quickly gathered the energy in his body again. An illusory image of a sword suddenly appeared on his back. If the third level of sword intent was not enough, then what about the newly comprehended sword intent?
The sword image dissipated and instantly fused into the Heavenly Spring Sword.
"Buzz." The Heavenly Spring Sword trembled, as if it was extremely excited.
"God Killing Sword!" Zhang Fan smiled dryly. Countless sword shadows appeared and swept towards the man. This layer of sword shadows had the ability to sever the opponent's energy. This might not be very mature, but right now, he did not care about that.
Accompanying the brutality of the God Slaying Sword was a deafening sword whistle.
"Yi?" The man's voice was filled with surprise. He had clearly felt that Zhang Fan's attack was special. He gently waved his right hand, causing space to contract as he directly collided with Zhang Fan's attack. Bang!
"An ear-piercing sound rang out. It was the result of the latest Sword Incision he had comprehended.
The astonishment in the man's eyes deepened. He had not expected Zhang Fan's attack to have such a strange effect. However, he immediately shook his head again, "The characteristics are not bad, but it's still too weak."
As the voice fell, the man gripped his right hand. Accompanied by a vast and boundless energy, Zhang Fan's attack instantly collapsed.
Zhang Fan was slightly stunned. Just what kind of strength did the man in front of him have?
He could, he definitely could. He thought that if he failed this time around, Ouyang Xian`er would be taken away by these two and taken away. He didn't want to, and he didn't want to either.
His body shook as both martial arts and the Purple Clouds technique were simultaneously activated. The energy in the surroundings frantically gathered from Zhang Fan's body. The reverse soul transformation occurred in an instant.
He was going all out. He really had to go all out. He did not want to regret it, to regret it for the rest of his life.
But when the energy reached a certain height, the sword in Zhang Fan's right hand pointed towards the sky. His eyes narrowed, and with a short leap, his body closed in on Ouyang Zhenyue once again, but without any complicated moves, just a simple slash towards him. However, this energy completely stirred up the space around him.
The man's expression was extremely calm. He raised his right hand and an imprint appeared. Accompanied by the flowing white light, an extremely obstructing force directly wrapped around Zhang Fan.
"This strength is only 20% …" The man said word by word to Zhang Fan, "This is your strongest attack being too weak. If there is nothing else, I can only leave with Xian'er!"
With that said, a surging wave of energy floated up, and the imprint began to spin faster. An extremely vast amount of energy exploded out, directly hitting Zhang Fan's body. In that instant, the Purple Thunder Body Refinement Technique appeared, but despite that, Zhang Fan let out a muffled groan, and was sent flying.
"Hahaha!" Zhang Fan burst out laughing. His eyes lit up.
When he was dragged out by the man, he spread out his left hand, and a whistling sound instantly rang out. That was an extremely melodious sound, and along with that melodious sound, the vice principal's eyes revealed an indescribable expression of surprise.
The Violet Dragon instantly appeared. It was a magnificent, fine scale, a graceful body, and a melodious voice that was indescribably domineering.
As the Purple Dragon entered his body, Zhang Fan's entire body was wrapped in purple. His purple wings instantly spread out and his body, which was originally sent flying backwards, instantly calmed down.
When his body completely stabilized, Zhang Fan extended his hand to wipe away the blood at the corner of his mouth. At this moment, his eyes were covered in a purple color, revealing an indescribable strange expression.
"It's just the beginning." Zhang Fan's body moved as he said this. Crazy energy began to gather in his body. When he was ten meters away from the man, his eyes flashed. At this moment, the man's body visibly stiffened.
"Now!" Zhang Fan shouted, "Eight Desolations Technique!"
Crazy energy gathered into a seal, like a mountain pressing down on a mountain, crazily enveloped the man.
At this time, Zhang Fan's body continued to charge forward. As the sword in his right hand moved, he once again dashed forth.
The man's body stiffened for a moment. There was some astonishment in his eyes. However, he eventually shook his head and said, "It's still too weak!"
"30% strength!"
As his voice faded, Zhang Fan, who hadn't even gotten close to Ouyang Zhenyue, was sent flying once again. He spat out a large mouthful of blood.