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A seventh stage Natal Battle Soul ? Scorching Sun Battle Soul!
"It's actually a rare Light Battle Soul!"
"What a strong aura of light, and it's very pure!"
"I remember now, this Fan Zhanyang from the Great Qin Nation, the number one genius of the Fan family, I never thought he would be so strong!"
The spectators could not help but burst out in surprised exclamations, even Ye Fan slightly frowned his brows.
"How is it? Do you know what's wrong with you now? "Let's start from now on ?" The points are different! "
Fan Zhanyang couldn't help but smile, and said to Ye Fan arrogantly.
He was from a large clan and the techniques he cultivated were over a hundred times stronger than Ye Fan. Furthermore, his own soul rank and cultivation realm was also higher than Ye Fan's.
Moreover, his battle spirit was a variation of his own. It was a pure battle spirit filled with energy. It was far stronger than an ordinary battle spirit of the same level.
Therefore, he had definitely won this battle!
"The Fierce Sun Battle Soul is indeed not bad, but it's a pity that it's still not enough!"
Ye Fan laughed softly. Although his Thunder Sword Soul could be classified as an ordinary battle spirit, it was still at the ninth rank. His Stars Battle Soul was definitely a variant of the mutation, so it was not fake at all.
"You playful fellow, I'll make it so that you won't be able to laugh later on!"
Fan Zhanyang suddenly exerted his strength, and a strong wave of energy exploded under his feet. The large limestone ground instantly cracked, and numerous thick cracks spread out.
Fan Zhanyang raised both of his hands, and a battle lance condensed from the energy of light appeared in his hands, releasing a blazing Qi, causing the air to seem as if it was burnt.
This was the terrifying aspect of an energy battle spirit. It could completely condense any form that the trainer desired, and when developed to its peak, it could even transform one's own body into energy!
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh.
Just as everyone's attention was focused on the energy spear, the ground beneath Ye Fan's feet suddenly exploded. Six rays of light arrows shot out from the ground towards Ye Fan!
Although Fan Zhanyang appeared to be extremely arrogant and proud, he was actually extremely sinister. After condensing his spear to attract Ye Fan's attention, the true attack had already begun underground!
It worked!
Fan Zhanyang's face revealed a look of joy. He extended his body, and jumped to the top of Ye Fan's head with the light battle lance in his hand, and used the pressure from Mt. Tai Shan to swing down towards Ye Fan!
"Thunder!"
Ye Fan shouted coldly as his palm suddenly erupted with dazzling lightning. Dozens of lightning serpents snaked around him, enveloping his entire body with lightning, like a thunder god descending to the mortal world!
Boom! * Boom! * "Bang!"
When the light arrows came into contact with the lightning bolts, they shattered like glass, unable to break through Ye Fan's lightning defense at all!
And Ye Fan did not care about the underground attack at all. A dazzling ball of lightning condensed on his right fist, and smashed towards the battle spear of light!
Boom!
The two attacks collided in midair, and a blinding light instantly lit up. The sound of a thunderstorm could be heard in the air, with the point of battle as the center, a terrifying energy storm swept out in all directions!
Crack ?
Because the impact was too strong, the ground under Ye Fan's feet instantly cracked with huge cracks, and the ground beneath his feet sunk in by about three inches!
Fan Zhanyang, on the other hand, was sent flying like a kite with its string cut. He coughed out large mouthfuls of blood, and the light battle lance in his hand had long been shattered!
Boom! *
A pair of wings of light appeared on Ye Fan's back, and he ascended into the sky like lightning. He arrived behind Fan Zhanyang later, and directly slapped Fan Zhanyang down from the sky to the ground, creating a huge crater on the ground!
"Who is this kid?" "He looks very unfamiliar, but how can he be so fierce!"
"Is this the young master from some big family? Why haven't I heard of it? "
"Was that Fan Zhanyang from the Fan Clan? "Why did I get knocked down by a single punch!"
The group of people who were eating the melon were instantly petrified. They did not expect that the almighty and majestic Fan Zhanyang would actually be beaten up by this ordinary youth!
The battle had just begun, and it was already over before everyone had the chance to enjoy it!
"This is what you call ? Would you like some? "
Ye Fan stood by the side of the hole with his hands behind his back, looking at Fan Zhanyang who was unable to move and asked.
Right now, Fan Zhanyang wanted to find a hole to hide in, his pride was instantly destroyed by Ye Fan. He was clearly a small realm higher than his opponent, but he didn't even have the chance to retaliate!
"I've lost. Kill me!"
Fan Zhanyang was very courageous, he did not beg for mercy, but stared at Ye Fan and said.
"Hehe ?" "You're thinking too much ?"
Ye Fan laughed lightly, then turned around and left. He was not crazy enough to kill people in this kind of situation.
The spectators instantly opened up a path for Ye Fan and Murong Xin'er. No matter what, the strong would always be respected.
As for Fan Zhanyang, who was lying in the pit, he actually felt a sense of defeat.
It seemed to be telling him that the other party could take his life at any time he wanted, and it was beneath him to do so.