C320 The Strongest Form of Battle
Yuen Jing was forced to leave the Supreme Yang Demonic Blood.
After stabilizing his body, he immediately looked up and saw a very young man standing in front of the Supreme Yang Demonic Blood.
What shocked Yuen Jing the most was that this young man was only a God Refining Stage Layer Seven, but he was forced back by such a realm.
"Who are you?" Yuen Jing couldn't help but ask.
The surrounding people were all shocked. The scene in front of them almost made them think that they were dreaming.
A God Refining Stage Layer Seven warrior had actually forced Yuen Jing, who was a God Refining Stage Layer Nine warrior, back. Furthermore, Yuen Jing wasn't an ordinary God Refining Stage Layer Nine Martial Artist. Otherwise, he wouldn't be ranked so high in the Flying Ranking.
From the fourth hundredth rank of the Flying Ranking, all of them were God Refining Stage Layer Nine warriors.
Yuen Jing was also a God Refining Stage Layer Nine, but he was ranked one hundred and ninety-second. This meant that his combat strength wasn't weak amongst those of the same rank.
Just like the other two God Refining Stage Layer Nine Martial Artist warriors, they were already over thirty years old and could not enter the Flying Ranking.
However, they had to admit that they were not a match for Yuen Jing.
"Who is this person?" They looked at the young man who was standing with a saber in his hand, and they couldn't help but think the same thing as Yuen Jing.
Yang Fan didn't answer. He looked at the Supreme Yang Demonic Blood and said, "It doesn't matter who I am. In short, today's Supreme Yang Demonic Blood is mine!"
After saying that, he stretched out his hand and took the Supreme Yang Demonic Blood in his hand.
It looked like a drop of golden liquid, but it gave people the feeling of a pearl.
In front of everyone, Yang Fan put the Supreme Yang Demonic Blood into a small bottle and then put it into his interspatial ring.
Yuen Jing did not stop it.
Because it was useless to keep it now. Once he killed this brat, the Supreme Yang Demonic Blood would naturally still belong to him.
"It's fine if you don't want to say it. In any case, I don't want to know the name of the dead." Yuen Jing sneered. His eyes were no longer like a pool of stagnant water. Instead, they were filled with coldness.
A kind of coldness that carried a strong killing intent!
Tang Shuiyue's face was full of worry. Yang Fan was too impulsive. The other party was Yuen Jing!
He was ranked one hundred and ninety-second on the Flying Ranking, and even if Yang Fan broke through, he was only at the God Refining Stage Layer Seven.
However, Tang Shuiyue knew that she could not persuade Yang Fan. The latter had come here for the Supreme Yang Demonic Blood. Now that she had found it, she couldn't just ignore it.
"Do your best, do your best!" Tang Shuiyue clenched her small fists and shouted in her heart.
This was the only thing she could do now.
Swoosh!
The sound of air being torn could be heard. Yuen Jing flicked his finger and his true qi flew out like a thin needle. In mid-air, the thin needle suddenly exploded and split into hundreds of thousands of tiny needles.
The tiny needles that emitted a verdant glow completely enveloped Yang Fan like a rain of light.
Yang Fan slashed five times in a row. Each slash followed the same trajectory and was as fast as lightning. In the eyes of those God Refining Stage Layer Eight warriors, it was as if Yang Fan had only swung his blade.
A huge crescent shaped blade light slashed out at a seemingly heavy speed.
Wherever it passed, the thin needles would shatter.
Sensing the power contained within the blade light, the surrounding people held their breaths as their gazes followed the blade light.
Bang!
The blade light was shattered, and Yuen Jing's fist, which was wearing gloves, erupted with even more shocking power. After his fist exploded the blade beam, Yuen Jing approached Yang Fan step by step.
"Don't struggle for no reason. Just obediently accept your death!" Yuen Jing's expression was cold. The Qi that he unleashed carried a strong killing intent.
Anyone who dared to snatch his Supreme Yang Demonic Blood, no matter who it was, would have to die!
Bang!
Yuen Jing threw out a punch. Emerald light swept out and turned into a fist print that was dozens of feet big.
At this moment, a violent wind started blowing on the peak of the mountain. Under the terrifying energy waves emitted by the fist print. The surrounding trees that were as thick as a few people's arms kept shaking, as if they were going to fall at any moment.
At this moment, the huge crack that appeared from the Supreme Yang Demonic Blood slowly closed up.
"With just this bit of ability, you want to kill me too!" Yang Fan coldly harrumphed. His left eye reflected the fist print and saw the weakest point.
Profound and Nether Blade Technique!
With a swing of his blade, the light of the blade drew out an indescribably profound trajectory, cutting the huge fist in half.
The blade light continued to slash out, leaving a 10 meter deep blade mark on the ground.
Yuen Jing, who was walking forward step by step, saw the saber light that seemed to cut him in half. He hurriedly stopped and started to defend himself.
Bang!
Although he blocked the blade-light, a strand of Yuen Jing's hair was cut off by the sharp force.
"You have completely infuriated me!" Yuen Jing roared in a low voice. The clothes on his body were torn into pieces with a ripping sound.
Then, under everyone's shocked gaze, Yuen Jing's upper body continued to expand. In an instant, his appearance completely changed. His original head became the head of a wolf, and his body was covered in green wolf fur.
His hands became a pair of wolf claws, but he still wore the gloves that belonged to a low-grade spirit artifact.
"Yuen Jing, you are actually a member of the demon race!"
Everyone suppressed their shock. This was something that they had never thought of.
"This is my strongest form. Hand over the Supreme Yang Demonic Blood to me now, and I can give you a quick death." Yuen Jing's ferocious mouth said with a grin.
His sharp teeth flashed with a cold light.
His body was already three meters tall. When he looked at Yang Fan, he was looking down at him.
His True Qi had become aggressive. It was like an explosive force. Even if there was a slight fluctuation from it, it was enough to make a warrior of the same level tremble in fear.
Everyone had to admit that it was reasonable for Yuen Jing to enter the top 200 of the Flying Ranking. If a demon martial artist wanted to fully display their strength, they could only demonize.
The current Yuen Jing looked like a demonized person.
After that, everyone looked at Yang Fan, feeling that this kid was going to be miserable.
"Yang Fan... be careful!" Tang Shuiyue originally wanted Yang Fan to hand over the Supreme Yang Demonic Blood first, but when the words were about to come out of her mouth, it turned into these two words.
"No matter how he changes, the result will be the same." Yang Fan did not even turn his head and said to Tang Shuiyue. His tone did not have much pressure.
Demon race martial artists would awaken their bloodline. After demonizing, their strength would indeed increase to different degrees.1
However, Yuen Jing's current strength gave Yang Fan a sense of danger. However, it was far from reaching the point where he could threaten Yang Fan.
The mysterious change in his left pupil disappeared, but his right eye turned darker and darker. It was as if there was a door leading to death in his pupil.
Once this door was opened, he could see a faint black line on Yuen Jing's body.
That black line was the line of death that belonged to Yuen Jing.
Every martial artist had one. Yang Fan could see it with his right eye, but the others could not.
Dong!
At this moment, Yuen Jing launched an attack. His huge body rushed towards Yang Fan. His fist suddenly punched out. It was as if there was a wolf roaring, and a green light swept out.
At this moment, Yuen Jing was like a wolf king under the green light.
With a fierce aura and powerful strength, he wanted to completely tear the enemy apart!
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