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Chapter 1911, reverse, crush!

Hearing this, Pan Changsheng couldn't help but be stunned.

Such a familiar line! I felt so slapped in the face that my face turned red.

Pan Changsheng could never have imagined that the words he said so proudly not long ago would be used by Yun Yi to mock him mercilessly at this moment.

But now, it is not the time to dwell on this matter with grief and anger.

Pan Changsheng's face was ashen, and he looked intently towards the top of the mountain range, only to see that the rock where Qin Feng was was already torn into pieces, and a rich golden light like water seeped out of the cracks.

Monster, noble, sacred and extraordinary! And in this extremely sacred and noble golden light, there is a faint hint of dark color, like black smoke, which is difficult to see, but it contains an unimaginable force.

of hostility.

This hostility comes from ancient times, full of ancient vicissitudes, and even more so, full of grief and indignation.

Even a strong man like Pan Changsheng in the Glazed Realm couldn't help but feel palpitations for a moment when he noticed this aura.

Under the sky, there is such a strange and violent aura! What is even more puzzling is that this aura, which is more domineering and fierce than the power of Taixu, actually comes from a child in the secular world! "This is

Son, you must not stay!"

Pan Changsheng's eyes narrowed, and in the dark pupils, there was a cold and vicious look like a black abyss.

But he knew that Pan Linjie could no longer kill Qin Feng, or even survive in front of such Qin Feng! His eyes changed.

With a thought in Pan Changsheng's mind, the majestic Qi in his body quietly arose. At the same time, dozens of miles away, Pan Changsheng's clone appeared... Old Taoist Lingyun and Lu Zhufeng frowned, turned to look at Pan Changsheng and yelled angrily.

: "Pan Changsheng, what do you mean?"

Pan Changsheng ignored it as his clone was rushing to the top of the mountain range.

Lingyun Laodao and Lu Zhufeng had gloomy expressions, but Pan Changsheng made such a move without any warning. Even they could not stop it for a while.

Unless, Pan Changsheng is killed.

But everyone is a high-ranking representative of the Immortal Sect. If they do such a thing, it will be tantamount to starting a war between the Immortal Sects, which is definitely not feasible.

...When Pan Changsheng was flouting the rules, millions of people outside the mountains were also shocked by the scene on the top of the mountains.

"What a terrifying smell, what a vicious smell!"

"That kid is not dead yet?"

"This aura is even worse than Pan Linjie's!"

"..." The atmosphere that had been dead for a long time was suddenly detonated again. A bunch of eyes were focused on the top of the mountain, and each face became infinitely more exciting.

Could there be a reversal?

Could it be that Pan Linjie is going to lose?

Such a result is simply unbelievable! But it is also in such chaos.

Bang!! Earth-shattering.

The thick and heavy rock suddenly exploded, and the vast and surging golden light shot straight into the sky. The steaming black smoke seemed to be able to burn the space.

In the golden light, the young man standing with a sword seemed to have suddenly changed.

His aura was stronger than ever before! Weird fluctuations continued to wreak havoc on his body, accompanied by dragon roars like thunder.

That's right, it's the dragon's roar! The sound of the dragon's roar echoes between heaven and earth, carrying overwhelming anger and unwillingness, as if it has overwhelming resentment that will destroy all the people in the world.

Countless big figures in the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect frowned and their pupils shrank, as if they felt something.

"Ancient evil dragon?

The power of the dragon?

!”

...the top of the mountain.

After a brief stagnation, the war resumed and seemed to become more fanatical and intense.

Qin Feng's whole body was burning with golden flames. He was holding an ethereal sword and staring coldly at Pan Linjie who was hundreds of meters away. The corners of his mouth twitched and his bloodshot pupils were as cold as Pluto.

"You claim to be the number one genius among the younger generation, relying on your Taixu Sect's supreme skills, but that's all you can do."

Qin Feng looked at Pan Linjie indifferently and smiled cruelly: "If I were not injured, you would have no strength to fight anymore."

"Asshole, die!!"

The thunderous laughter made Pan Linjie snap out of his shock. He burst out with anger, his eyes turned red on the spot, and he rushed towards Qin Feng again like a madman.

His speed was very fast, better than lightning! As if he was ignoring the laws of space, before he could finish his words, his figure appeared in front of Qin Feng, his spear charging straight at him, and the fire was like the sea.

Qin Feng was calm and unhurried.

Seeing the spear with real fire coming towards him, he lowered his eyes and advanced instead of retreating. He opened the sky with his sword, accompanied by the ear-splitting roar of the dragon.

Roar!! The golden flames were like a volcano erupting. Before Pan Linjie really got close, he took the first step and crashed into his chest.

Boom! Pan Linjie retreated in embarrassment.

Qin Feng, on the other hand, was still standing there motionless, as if Pan Linjie, who possessed the power of Taixu, was attacking violently, but it was just an egg hitting a stone.

But, this is just the beginning.

Pan Linjie drew a beautiful arc in the void, but before he landed, Qin Feng, whose body was burning with golden flames, appeared behind him unpredictably.

Poof! A violent punch, no mercy.

Bang! A ruthless kick that penetrates the world.

...and the brutal beating began.

The millions of people under the mountain range could only see Pan Linjie's figure in mid-air, constantly running and bouncing, and from time to time, the astonishing sound of dragon roars resounded, shocking their hearts.

Pan Linjie, who was so majestic not long ago, is probably no match for a dog at this moment! Millions of people in hundreds of cities looked up at this scene on the top of the mountain. For a moment, it was as quiet as a pool of stagnant water.

Each face is pale and colorless.

Many people even feel cold hands and feet.

This little man from the secular world who went crazy actually... actually crushed Pan Linjie, who had used the power of Taixu, to such an extent.

This is not a heavyweight showdown at all! The success or failure of the pros and cons is clear at a glance!! If nothing happens, Pan Linjie, who has been hailed as the number one genius for many years, will probably be beaten alive by this unknown little man in a short time.

Beat to death.

But, something unexpected happened.

Qin Feng, who had exerted the power of the evil dragon, was destroying Pan Linjie wantonly. When he saw the latter, his true energy collapsed and he died.

But at this time.

A ray of light flashed past and quietly rushed directly into Pan Linjie's body.

Pan Linjie, who was already unconscious, stared with astonishing sharpness in his pupils.

His aura, which was already declining, surged again.

Boom! In the void, the true energy expanded, like a missile bombardment, and a majestic true energy that was better than a volcanic eruption exploded without warning.

Even Qin Feng had no choice but to retreat under the impact of this astonishing storm of true energy.

There was bloodshed on the spot.
Chapter completed!
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