Dragon Sovereign

"Young Master!" Ouyang Xian`er's body trembled as she prepared to charge forth, but was held back by that woman.    

    

"This is a battle between men. It's not over yet." The woman's voice was filled with gentleness, and her eyes were unspeakably blurred. She thought of the past once again.    

    

Zhang Fan landed heavily on the ground. However, in the next second, he once again shakily stood up, gritted his teeth, and once again dashed out. The sword in his right hand trembled.    

    

The Xuanyuan Sword was instantly suspended in the air, and a devouring golden light started to circulate around it. The light was extremely resplendent, and with such a contrast, Zhang Fan's body once again exuded the aura of an Emperor.    

    

"Turn on the second layer of restrictions!"    

    

With a low shout, Xuanyuan Sword instantly disappeared and the man's eyes revealed surprise. In almost an instant, the man waved his right hand and a layer of white energy appeared in front of him.    

    

"Bang!" Almost as soon as it appeared, Xuanyuan sword had also crashed into it, producing an extremely terrifying sound.    

    

"Forty percent energy!" The man said in surprise. He felt something different from Xuan Yuan, and that terrifying sharpness was not something he could block. A cracking sound could be heard, but at this moment, his body trembled, and that terrifying energy was released.    

    

Then, with a light sound, the vast amount of energy within Xuanyuan Wentian's body came to a standstill.    

    

Xuan-Yuan Sword lasted for about two seconds before it finally disappeared. It reappeared in Zhang Fan's left hand and floated there once more.    

    

After floating in the air, the Xuanyuan sword began to slightly tremble.    

    

A hint of infatuation appeared in Zhang Fan's eyes, then he smiled and said, "Old partner, it's not your fault. I'm just too lousy." "I've made you suffer by following me."    

    

"I give up!" Ouyang Zhenyue's voice rang out as he looked at Zhang Fan's current state.    

    

Zhang Fan smiled. His gaze landed on Ouyang Zhenyue as he said, "I will never give up on something that I have decided on. No matter how dangerous it is, I will still fight. Uncle is no exception."    

    

His right hand held the sword as he charged forward once more. He did not have any strength, but he believed that if he did not have the strength, he would have the willpower of two lifetimes. To look at him, who feared death, giving up now was simply looking down on him too much.    

    

"Power of Thunder?" Zhang Fan couldn't care less now. Persist, persevere, persevere …    

    

"Weak." A single word rang out, and a similar amount of energy circulated in the air. The energy that Zhang Fan had released instantly dissipated. His figure floated as the energy once again gathered and struck Zhang Fan's body.    

    

Zhang Fan's body was sent flying back again, but every time he flew back, he would get up and continue to charge forward, all the while waiting for an opportunity. This was because he still had a third chance at the Xuan Yuan Seal, and this opportunity could only be activated by consuming the pellet Elder Huang gave him.    

    

Every time he fell, Zhang Fan would rise to his feet. He wasn't willing to accept this, he really wasn't willing to accept this.    

    

At this moment, Ouyang Xian`er was already in tears. She said the words' don't want to 'because she really didn't want to see Zhang Fan like this. She felt a deep pain in her heart.    

    

The little magical beast's eyes were floating. If possible, it really wanted to rush up to Zhang Fan, but it knew Zhang Fan's personality. This battle was his own, so he wouldn't allow anyone else to get involved.    

    

"Bang!" Another ear-piercing sound rang out as the sword in Zhang Fan's hand fell to the ground.    

    

With a sad smile on his face, Zhang Fan wobbled his body and stood up once more. His soul started to float, and the Heaven and Earth Flame instantly gathered in his palm. He didn't know if the two could cause any harm to the man, but he still had some expectations in his heart.    

    

As the fire of heaven and earth swept out, so did the fire of souls.    

    

"Soul fire!" Ouyang Zhenyue's eyes were filled with surprise. He shook his head and said, "Looks like you're really at the end of your tether. Soul fire isn't used like this …"    

    

Ouyang Zhenyue raised his right hand, and the two streams of energy instantly dissipated. At this time, Ouyang Zhenyue looked towards Zhang Fan, but Zhang Fan was nowhere to be seen.    

    

"The poor return to the dead end? Perhaps, but I still have one more move to play!" A cold voice sounded out from Ouyang Zhenyue's left side.    

    

Surprise appeared on his face. As he turned his head, he discovered that Zhang Fan's sword spirit had once again appeared. The aura that was originally at the end of its tether had once again ignited.    

    

"Xuan Yuan's third restriction, activate!"    

    

"Buzz Buying Moon!"    

    

Zhang Fan consumed two pills. He knew that these pills would deal a great deal of damage to him, but he did not care. He did not believe that he would not be able to cause even the slightest amount of harm to Ouyang Zhenyue.    

    

"Buzz!" An ear-piercing sound rang out as Xuan-Yuan Sword instantly floated in the air. The golden light suddenly became dazzling. At this time, all of the energy within Zhang Fan's body had been sucked out.    

    

The Xuanyuan sword trembled as the light grew increasingly dazzling.    

    

An ear-piercing sword chime rose into the sky. A stifling sound spread out in all directions, and the space around Xuanyuan seemed to be distorted.    

    

"This strength is not bad …" Ouyang Zhenyue's expression revealed a hint of admiration, but underneath that admiration was appreciation. He liked Zhang Fan's character very much. He was unyielding, and he continued to persevere no matter how difficult it was.    

    

As Ouyang Zhenyue's words fell, Xuanyuan sword also moved, a crazy energy instantly erupted and the explosive force became completely circular, like a golden moon that had appeared in the sky. Countless sword images suddenly appeared, and each one was separated from the others by Xuanyuan, densely packed, and most importantly, their auras were very heavy.    

    

At this moment, Zhang Fan's body was swaying. His face was pale as he reached out his hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth. The third level of the Xuan Yuan Level was his strongest attack at the moment.    

    

At this moment, Ouyang Zhenyue also moved. As he moved, a voice came from his mouth.    

    

"Fifty percent strength!"    

    

As the sound of Ouyang Zhenyue's voice faded, a surge of martial power surged out from his body. His pupils lit up and a crazy amount of energy condensed. He raised his right hand and a palm imprint pressed down on Xuan Yuan's sword.    

    

"Buzz!"    

    

The instant sword images, including the Xuanyuan Sword, made contact with the palm imprint in an instant. Terrifying ear-piercing sounds were produced, as well as the sound of the sword being crushed.    

    

"Bang!" After the stalemate lasted for about five seconds, Xuanyuan unique's edge had also completely blossomed and the palm print instantly dissipated.    

    

"Eh?" Ouyang Zhenyue was surprised once again as he retreated some distance back.    

    

"60% strength!"    

    

Following Ouyang Zhenyue's shout, his body was completely covered by the white light. The crazy energy caused the space around him to distort.    

    

"Ring of Collapse!"    

    

This was the first time that Ouyang Zhenyue used a martial skill, and this martial skill was forced out by Zhang Fan in a daze.    

    

Rumbling sounds rang out and a blinding light was released. In almost an instant, the sword was completely enveloped by the light.    

    

"Bang!" The sound once again rang out, and a vast energy instantly spread out in all directions. At this time, Zhang Fan's body warmed, and the Xuanyuan Sword once again returned to his side, the three layers of restrictions allowing a powerful being to release his martial skill, which could normally be considered a dazzling achievement, but to Zhang Fan, this was nothing at all. Right now, he was only unwilling, truly unwilling, his face was pale as he stared blankly at the man.    

    

As the energy dissipated, Ouyang Zhenyue's body appeared once more. At this moment, the admiration and admiration in his eyes became even stronger. However, he quickly retracted them and looked at Zhang Fan, saying, "You've lost."    

    

"I didn't lose because I haven't fallen yet." Zhang Fan gently shook his head. With sword in hand, he walked towards Ouyang Zhenyue step by step. He had not fallen down yet; at the very least, he was still standing.    

    

"Good boy!" Ouyang Zhenyue's eyes lit up. Zhang Fan really did not disappoint him.    

    

As he walked over, a pill appeared once more. After swallowing it, the energy gathered once more. You could say that he didn't want to die, but he had his own determination, so he didn't care about the opinions of others.    

    

Ten minutes later, with a light thump, Zhang Fan's body fell heavily onto the ground. Blood stained his long white robe.    

    

"Admit defeat!" At this moment, Ouyang Zhenyue was trembling. Did this fellow really want to die? Ten minutes, how many times did he hit Zhang Fan? However, Zhang Fan always stood up.    

    

"Crack!" Zhang Fan's body moved. At this moment, he no longer had any strength left in his body, and the energy disappeared once again. The side effects of the Converse Soul Transformation was completely displayed at this moment. Extremely painful, it covered his entire body.    

    

'Maybe I can persevere with that belief now? '    

    

"Young master …" Ouyang Xian`er's body swayed as she stared at Zhang Fan. Her face turned extremely pale as she struggled in the embrace of the young woman.    

    

At this moment, the Heavenly Spring Sword lightly stabbed into the ground. Zhang Fan's body continued to move. He persisted for many times, and then fell down many times.    

    

Ouyang Zhenyue sighed. He could not bear to see this.    

    

Finally, after an unknown number of times, Zhang Fan still managed to stand up, holding onto his sword. However, his current state gave off a feeling as if he was on the verge of collapsing.    

    

"Young Master!" Ouyang Xian`er broke free from the woman's embrace and ran towards Zhang Fan. After she arrived at his side, she hugged him, "Young … "Young master, are you alright? Does it hurt? Young master, you're so stupid. It's not worth it for Xian`er!"    

    

"Xian`er!" Zhang Fan spoke with great difficulty, his face pale, "I've let you down! It seems like I really don't have the power to protect you." After saying this, Zhang Fan's body swayed once more as he slowly closed his eyes. At this moment, he felt very tired. He was completely exhausted. He persisted, but he still lost in the end.