Ancient Divine Dragon Transform

1It was only natural for Yun Fan to seek revenge. It was his duty to do so.    3

    

No matter what method Lan Shaocong used to kill him, he could understand it. However, what he looked down upon was that Lan Shaocong actually asked someone else to kill him.    

    

Such a person must not be left alive!    

    

He was not afraid of making enemies on the surface, but he did not want to have another enemy who dared to use any tricks in the dark.    

    

The Longsword danced in the air, and corpses littered the ground. Miserable screams rang out continuously. He did not show the slightest bit of mercy.    

    

Being merciful to his enemies was being cruel to him.    

    

There were a lot of people in the Blue Mansion, but not many of them actually made a move. The ground was littered with corpses, causing the Lan Family disciples who were thinking of making a contribution to the empire to retreat in fear.    

    

"Don't try to bewitch the others. This is a matter for you alone. To be honest, you don't deserve to be the head of the family."    

    

A head of a family should be considered for the sake of the family, but Lan Shaocong didn't. If it was Yun Fan, he would never do such a thing.    

    

"Cut the crap. Now that you have killed so many disciples of the Lan Family, I will personally kill you. Even the Floating Cloud Sect won't say anything about it."    

    

Yun Fan was startled.    

    

He suddenly felt that Lan Shaocong was really insidious. In order to prevent the Floating Cloud Sect from taking revenge on him, he had actually sent so many disciples to their deaths.    

    

A ray of light fell from the sky, and Yun Fan's facial expression became serious.    

    

Half-step Fusion Stage!    

    

As expected of the number one family in Purple Sunglow City!    

    

Not daring to be careless in the slightest, Yun Fan took out his Wind Thunder Sword and fused the four concepts together, then he fiercely slashed at it.    

    

Boom!    

    

His body was sent flying backwards. Yun Fan looked at Lan Shaocong, whose face was filled with killing intent, in shock.    

    

A fifth grade spirit weapon!    

    

Lan Shaocong held a short stick in his hand, and a pale yellow halo emitted a heavy aura. Under the attack just now, it was as if Yun Fan had been smashed by a huge mountain, and it was difficult for him to defend against it.    

    

In the Purgatory of Fighting, Blood Devil General was also a Half-step Fusion Stage, but compared to Lan Shaocong, who was holding a spiritual weapon, he was still much weaker.    

    

Blood Devil General had just broken through, but Lan Shaocong was obviously not. A Half-step Fusion Stage had unleashed the full power of a fifth grade spiritual weapon, and its attack power was even greater.    

    

"Congenital Stage, four different concepts, what a genius! But no matter how talented you are, you will die today!"    

    

The short stick smashed down, and a shockwave rolled out. All the corpses on the ground were sent flying, crashing into the courtyard wall.    

    

The thick and heavy aura was like the sky had collapsed. Even the surrounding space had become viscous, like a swamp.    

    

The Fairy Dragon Qi crazily poured in. The sword light of the Wind Thunder Sword soared. A Sword Intention silently entered the Wind Thunder Sword and welcomed the short stick.    

    

Boom!    

    

Yun Fan flew out once again, but this time, Lan Shaocong's expression changed.    

    

Although he didn't move, the short stick in his hand had been cut in half. A fifth grade spirit weapon had actually been cut into two pieces by a sword.    

    

"Very good, I'll take this sword of yours"    

    

Staring at the Wind Thunder Sword, Lan Shaocong's eyes lit up. To be able to cut through a fifth grade spirit weapon, this sword was at least a seventh grade spirit weapon. With his strength and a seventh grade spirit weapon, he could even fight the Purple Sunglow City's City Lord, Ye Piaoling.    

    

"Hmph, if you want my sword, then it will depend on whether you have a life or not."    

    

As long as the opponent didn't have the help of his spirit weapon, he would at most be slightly stronger than Blood Devil General. Back then, he was able to kill Blood Devil General, but now that he had improved so much, he naturally wasn't afraid.    

    

With the addition of the four types of Concepts and the Sword Intention, with the help of the Fairy Dragon Qi, Yun Fan swung his sword at Lan Shaocong one after another.    

    

A sword appeared in Lan Shaocong's hand. Although it wasn't a fifth grade spirit weapon, a fourth grade spirit weapon still gave Yun Fan a bit of a headache.    

    

"I want to see how many Spirit Tools you have, and how many you take out. I'll cut down as many as you can!"    

    

Yun Fan had made up his mind. If he forcefully killed his opponent, he would definitely expose his trump card. The Dragon Ranking War had not started yet. He did not want to expose too much. Now, as long as he weakened his opponent's attack power, he would continue to consume his trump card. It was only a matter of time before he killed his opponent.    

    

The Longsword in Lan Shaocong's hand broke into two pieces once again. However, the moment the Wind Thunder Sword cut through the Longsword, a cold smile appeared on Lan Shaocong's face.    

    

"Hand it over. Do you really think that the spirit artifact in my hand is so easy to break!?"    

    

Without knowing when, a trap had appeared in his left hand. It seemed that it was also a fourth grade spirit artifact. He reached out his hand and quickly grabbed the Wind Thunder Sword. The electric arcs on the sword made his arm tremble, but he did not let go.    

    

"As long as you don't have this sword, you will die within three moves!"    

    

"Since you want it so badly, I will give it to you!"    

    

He stretched out his hand and pushed the Wind Thunder Sword away. Another Longsword was fiercely chopped down.    

    

Just as he was thinking about whether he should use Heaven's Fury, he suddenly heard Yun Yu's voice.    

    

"Mother, hit his chest!"    

    

Yun Fan did not know why Yun Yu suddenly opened her mouth, nor did he understand what Yun Yu meant by that. But Yun Fan had absolute trust in Yun Yu. She was like family, she could not harm him.    

    

Yun Fan had just slashed out the Longsword, but he was unable to free his right hand. He took a step forward, opened his left hand, and bent his fingers. He forcefully grabbed towards the opponent's chest.    

    

Fairy Dragon Stretching Hand!    

    

"You're courting death!"    

    

Lan Shaocong, who had seized the Wind Thunder Sword, waved the Wind Thunder Sword and slashed at Yun Fan's left arm.    

    

Yun Fan did not change his move, nor did he stop. He believed in Yun Yu. Although he did not know what the result would be, his attack became faster.    

    

Just as the Wind Thunder Sword was about to land on his arm, Qing Feng's delicate shout suddenly sounded in his mind. The Wind Thunder Sword clearly paused.    

    

The artifact spirit affected the main body!    

    

Yun Fan had forgotten about this matter. Taking advantage of this momentary pause, his five fingers had already touched Lan Shaocong's chest.    

    

Lan Shaocong hurriedly retreated. Just as Yun Fan thought that all his efforts were in vain, he suddenly realized that Lan Shaocong's speed had become extremely slow.    

    

This kind of speed couldn't be compared to the speed of a Half-step Fusion Stage warrior, even an Essence Accumulation Stage warrior couldn't compare with it. However, he didn't have the time to think about these things. His five fingers quickly stabbed into his opponent's chest.    

    

"Stop!"    

    

An angry shout was heard from the door. A spear light was shot towards Yun Fan's back.    

    

The corner of Yun Fan's mouth curled up. He ignored the spear light behind him and increased his speed. Half of his arm went straight into his opponent's body.    

    

Bang!    

    

The spear light hit his back, and Yun Fan was sent flying. His blood boiled, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.    

    

Looking at Lan Shaocong, who was lying on the ground with his eyes wide open, Yun Fan slowly stood up and turned his gaze to the middle-aged man not far away.    

    

The middle-aged man was dressed in grey clothes, and he held a long spear in his hand. He looked like another spear, and he gave off a fierce and fierce aura. This aura was incomparably sharp, as if it could pierce through anything.    

    

"Damn it, did you not hear me telling you to stop?"    

    

"I did, but why should I listen to you? A Fusion Stage warrior actually attacked me from behind. Even someone like you deserves to f * cking make me stop!    

    

I don't care who you are or what your relationship with this guy is. Since you have attacked me, you are my enemy. Come, let's see if you can kill laozi or not!"