The night ends and the day dawns.
In an alley in the city, the ancestor of the Yang family wiped the blood from his mouth with a tissue. On the ground next to him, there was a girl wearing black stockings. Her originally smooth skin had lost its luster and was withered against the bones. Her expression was very distorted. , his eye sockets were sunken, his mouth opened and closed while he was panting, his weak heart beat twice and then stopped.
"Not enough, not enough. Take thirty more. Within a month, I will break through the realm of enlightenment and become a Martial Master!" The ancestor of the Yang family moved his body with satisfaction, leaving behind a trail of afterimages that disappeared in the dawn light. .
In the blink of an eye, the ancestor of the Yang family appeared outside the Yang family compound in the suburbs. When he saw the courtyard door smashed to the ground, his pupils condensed, "My Yang family was attacked?"
Then he stepped on the air and slid into the courtyard, only to see a big tree covered with dying descendants. They were all new generation warriors of the Yang family, including his grandson, Yang Qinhu!
"This..." The ancestor of the Yang family's good mood suddenly disappeared. He released his inner strength and hit the tree trunk with his free hand.
The Yang family warriors fell to the ground like coconuts one after another, in a mess, but no one woke up.
"Capture the tiger." The ancestor of the Yang family stepped forward to investigate and found that his martial arts veins had been abolished. Then he grabbed two other innate warriors, and the same was true!
The other twenty Houtian warriors and the unconscious Yang Fa in the wall were all spared!
"Who did this!? Whoever destroys my Yang family will have your body cut into pieces!"
The ancestor of the Yang family was so furious that he roared up to the sky. It was like a strong wind and huge waves were set off in the courtyard. The leaves of the trees fell to the ground, leaving only the bare trunks and the windows were all broken.
When the ordinary sons and daughters of the Yang family heard the words outside, they felt that their eardrums were about to be shattered. They screamed and pressed their hands anxiously on their ears. Even so, the weak ones had their eardrums perforated and fell into a coma with bleeding. .
When he calmed down, Yang Qian, a first-rate master not far from the entrance, looked back at the voice in the courtyard. It was not the intruder, but he spoke as if he was standing in the Yang family, so he thought that it might be the return of the ancestor mentioned by the head of the family. Then he came to the window and looked at the figure with white hair and childish face below, "You...are you the ancestor of our Yang family?"
The ancestor of the Yang family raised his head and looked angrily at the descendant, "Tell me, what's going on with all this?"
Yang Qian was so frightened by his look that he paralyzed in front of the window and told the truth about what happened last night.
"A young master at the peak?" The Yang family ancestor clenched his fists. He didn't even know the origin of the other party, but he speculated that this was most likely the young man who destroyed his life-sucking flower!
Otherwise, if he really had a grudge against the Yang family, how could he only abolish the martial arts of the new generation and not kill innocent people indiscriminately?
"Anyone who offends our Yang family will be punished!" The ancestor of the Yang family gradually regained his composure and looked heartbroken at the descendants of warriors who had been reduced to waste. Their martial arts were completely shattered, and there were no rare treasures of heaven and earth. There is no possibility of recovery!
But the value of that kind of heavenly material and earthly treasure can definitely cultivate more warriors...
"Come down and carry them all back to the room." The ancestor of the Yang family said thoughtfully: "Draw a portrait of the young master who came last night, and use all the family's strength to dig three feet deep to confirm his identity. , I will crush his bones inch by inch with my own hands!"
Suddenly, he noticed that Yang Qian, who was leaning in front of the window, had an expression as if he had seen a ghost, looking over here with a look of horror on his face.
"What? Do you think your ancestor and I are so scary?" The ancestor of the Yang family looked unhappy.
"No, it's not."
Yang Qian pointed at the back of the ancestor of the Yang family and trembled: "He...he is here!"
"he came?"
The ancestor of the Yang family was heartbroken. He turned around in disbelief. The young man appeared behind him at some point, but he didn't even notice it at all! If the other party makes a sneak attack, I can’t imagine the consequences...
"Why go to all the trouble to find it?" Zhao Fan said with a smile: "Now, I take the initiative to deliver it to the door."
"Ha... you are bluffing and appearing behind me silently, which is unbecoming of a master." The ancestor of the Yang family looked directly at Zhao Fan, but did not see any martial arts cultivation. Inexplicably, he had an unknown feeling. I have a premonition that the other party's realm has surpassed my own and has become a Martial Master in Transformation Realm? Otherwise, how could you stand behind you and not notice it at all?
But then I thought about it and it was impossible. He has lived for nearly 150 years. He was an amazing genius when he was young. Now, with the help of the large amount of vitality stolen by the Life-Calling Flower, he has the hope of breaking through to become a Martial Master in the Transformation Realm. , this young man looks like he is only in his early twenties, there is no way he can be that kind of person!
"Demeanor?" Zhao Fan shook his head slightly and said, "If I take action directly, do you think you can still stand here in good health? If you have the wisdom to cut off your martial arts, I might consider keeping you alive."
After he had crippled many warriors of the Yang family that night, he did not leave. Instead, he slept in a tree outside, waiting for the ancestor of the Yang family to return, and then used the breath-condensing technique to enter the courtyard.
Since coming down the mountain, I have never met a well-matched opponent until now. It is too comfortable and it is rare to meet an ancestor of the Yang family.
Therefore, Zhao Fan really did not think about a sneak attack. What he wanted was a head-on confrontation worthy of exerting all his strength!
In the early stage of elixir formation of the Great Creation lineage, and at the peak of martial arts masters, who is stronger and who is weaker?
"Do you have some heretical skills to conceal your realm?" The ancestor of the Yang family narrowed his eyes.
"So be it."
Zhao Fan nodded. His cultivation system is different from that of a warrior. He has never opened up martial arts veins at all. Now that he has formed an elixir, even if the Transformation Realm Martial Master comes, there will be no clues.
"Today either you die or I live!"
The ancestor of the Yang family stepped sideways, put one hand in front of his chest, and stretched out his other hand flatly towards Zhao Fan. A layer of blood-red brilliance that looked like substance floated above it, forming a series of air blades surrounding the palm. .
Release your inner energy outwards!
"Blood red? The smell is so strong, you must have done some evil, right?"
Zhao Fan raised his five fingers, each fingertip floated with golden light, using his hands as claws, he dug into the heart of the ancestor of the Yang family with an unstoppable force!
"Ha, naive."
The ancestor of the Yang family jumped up, smiled strangely, and chopped off his palm and the blood-red air blade.
Zhao Fan's extended claw changed direction in vain and collided with the opponent's palm in mid-air.
boom!
On the ground with them as the center, stone bricks rose up from the ground and flipped in all directions. The ground with a radius of ten meters quickly became a bare patch. Even the tree and the Yang family members who had not had time to carry it away were struck by the extremely impactful residual force. It rolled out very far and did not stop until it reached the wall.
After the confrontation, Zhao Fan took half a step back. His breath was slightly disturbed, but it had no substantial impact.
But the ancestor of the Yang family flew two meters upside down and landed heavily on the ground. He rolled up and stood up straight, raised his hand to touch the corner of his mouth, then looked down and said with a ferocious smile: "I haven't had bleeding in decades. One drop of blood, good, you’re fine.”
"Are you serious about getting it done?" Zhao Fan said expressionlessly, "I know I'm very good, so I don't deserve to be so boastful?"
"In that palm before, I only used 60% of my strength." The ancestor of the Yang family turned his hands into fists. While laughing wildly, his white hair sprang up, "I consider myself to be the best among the peak masters, but you I took half a step back, maybe I have used all my strength, right? Now, I will use my strongest move, Bahuang Fist, and I will die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his fists were like the center of a whirlpool, with surging blood-red inner energy emerging. It was so violent that deep ravines were opened on the ground...
"Bahuang Fist? The Bahuang Fist that suppressed Bahuang?" Zhao Fan's eyes were solemn.
"In this day and age, there are still people who remember it."
When the ancestor of the Yang family saw that the young master was motionless and looked dumbfounded, he laughed triumphantly and waved his fists. At the same time, the condensed bloody vortex was as powerful as sweeping across the world, containing huge power!
The figure of Zhao Fan was swallowed up instantly!
The ancestor of the Yang family could already foresee what would happen next. The young master was minced into pieces of blood and flesh in the Eight Desolate Fist that he was proud of...
The next moment, his smile froze, and he lowered his head in disbelief. His eyes trembled and stared into his heart. A huge brush tip penetrated out, soaked in blood and dripped into lines and fell to the ground. The book fell to the ground. The young master, who should be in the midst of the storm of the Eight Desolate Fist, stood behind him and said indifferently: "With all due respect, the power is very strong, and even I am not completely sure of being able to defeat it."
"Impossible, it was clearly a hit. I saw your body being twisted into two pieces with my own eyes. When did you... come around behind me?" When the ancestor of the Yang family said this, his breath was rapidly weakening. !
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