Valkyrie Destruction System

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Recognizing Long Moxue's identity, Xue Piaoling's expression became more complicated.

She remembered that when she saw Long Moxue ten years ago, the two of them couldn't understand each other. Long Moxue fought with her every day and almost knocked off the entire palace.

It is a pity that no matter how she fights Long Moxue, she must be the one who will fail miserably, because at that time Long Moxue already has the strength of the fifth level of the soul, and she herself did not even have the first soul line through.

Ten years of time passed in a hurry, Xue Piaoling didn't expect that she and the other party could meet again in this blood sun secret realm. Thinking about it, it was really good fortune.

However, facing Long Moxue again, a strong sense of pride rose in her heart. She fought against this barbaric girl, and in the end she was slightly better!

why? The reason is simple.

Her man is the enchanting Zhang Min, while Long Moxue's man is a fourth-level waste of a soul, and a waste that is killed immediately!

Thinking of this, Xue Piaoling's heart became more beautiful, and she raised her white neck, like a proud white swan.

Long Moxue's thoughts are much simpler than the smug snow drifting. She glanced at the smug snow drifting, brushed her long blue silk, and whispered, "Is this woman sick in her brain?" , Self-heeling for no reason, like a sow in heat..."

Fortunately, she speaks in a low voice, otherwise Xue Piaoling will hear her, and she will have to fight her for another three hundred rounds.

Then she changed Lan Xu'er in her arms from the angle of her arms, and muttered in a low voice, "Su Fan is also true. It's not easy to kill a person at all. The opponent is only the eighth level of the soul, and it can be solved with a single sword. It's been so long!"

Long Moxue said this because she didn't know Su Fan's fighting habit...

When Su Fan hunts prey, what he likes most is to appreciate the despair and fear of the prey. Only when they think they are at their peak, can they achieve Su Fan's purpose of enjoying the battle.

The so-called higher the stand, the harder the fall, this is the truth.

At this time in the woods, Yuan Cheng's shocking weather was still raging crazily there.

"Su Fan, you can see it, this is my stance! It was Xin'er's birthday some time ago, and I want to tell her the good news of my understanding of stance... But you! It's you! Destroyed! Now I want to take your dog's life with my comprehension, to comfort Xiner's spirit in the sky!" Yuan Cheng shouted with an angry face, and lines of hideous veins protruded from his slightly handsome face.

"Well, good momentum, but do you think that just a momentum can overwhelm me?"

Su Fan chuckled slightly, a flash of disdain flashed in his star eyes.

The scene at this time was very strange. Under Yuan Cheng's violent aura, both the monks and the nearby vegetation and forests were all crushed.

It is a pity that Su Fan is the only exception. He stands upright in the center of the storm, his robe is flying, and his slightly thin figure stands still like a mountain!

However, Yuan Cheng, who was dazzled by anger, didn't notice all this, he was just running his soul power crazy there in an attempt to completely suppress his opponent.

Su Fan stood a little bored for a while, and found that Yuan Cheng was still there desperately agitating his aura, so he stretched out his palm and patted the other's face, and said in a bored tone, "Hey, you are still there. This was the only trick that turned over and over again, and squeezed my face like this. Did I think you were going to squat in the pit, and in the end you didn't even break your fart!

After being slapped in the face by Su Fan, Yuan Cheng only noticed Su Fan's abnormality and found that he was incredibly relaxed under his aura!

"No! This can't be true!" Yuan Cheng shook his head and yelled in panic, "I don't believe it, you are just a fourth-level waste of the soul, how could you..."

But then, a picture that surprised him appeared!

"Soulman Level 4? Are you talking about me?"

Su Fan chuckled lightly, a flash of coldness flashed in his eyes, his aura soared, and his strength was soon released from the fourth level of the soul to the ninth level of the soul!

Then, with a move in his mind, with a light pressure, the speed of his strength rise instantly stopped!

He has mastered the changes in his own strength very well!

"Nineth level of the soul, this is impossible! This must be fake! Ah! Su Fan, I want to kill you to avenge Xin'er!"

Feeling the majestic aura from Su Fan, Yuan Cheng, who was blinded by hatred, screamed unwillingly, his whole body boiled with energy and blood, and his aura rose a lot again.

Su Fan's expression moved, and Yuan Cheng's change was in his eyes. This seemed to be some kind of secret technique for burning Qi and blood to forcibly increase his skill.

He stepped back a bit playfully, then laughed softly, "This is a bit interesting!"

Come on, be angry, burst out with the strongest power, and die!

"what!"

Yuan Chengmeng let out a dry howl, and his skin was as deep red as if it had been burned by flames.

Then he gasped a heavy nose, looked at Su Fan fiercely, and two groups of hot red flames emerged from his clenched fists!

Su Fan looked at the two flames, and muttered thoughtfully: "This flame is not the power of attributes. It seems to be a common fire tempered by a certain technique. Interesting, really interesting!"

"Su Fan! You dare to ignore me when you die. Do you really think that your soul-man's ninth-level peak cultivation base can be invincible? Now I tell you, don't underestimate any weak person!"

Yuan Cheng exhaled a mouthful of white mist, his whole body's momentum attached to his body, and the red flame on his fist skyrocketed again by half an inch with the momentum increase!

"Go to hell, Su Fan!"

"Blood Flame God Fist!"

Yuan Cheng's horse stepped forward and rushed straight forward, two groups of fire fists that were constantly burning, like two **** meteors flying fast, flying towards Su Fan!

The hot burning fire fist scorched the air, and waves of high-temperature air continued to spread around!

"What a terrible boxing technique!"

"That kid is dangerous!"

"Haha, I thought Yuan Cheng could be defeated if he was strong, he deserves it!"

The monks who fell to the ground next to each other whispered to each other.

Su Fan looked at the Blood Flame Divine Fist that was attacking him, and the corners of his mouth squeezed out a joking arc, leaning on the sword, and straightened his chest to meet him!

Seeing that Su Fan dared to directly resist his fist, Yuan Cheng let out a crazy roar, his whole body was poured into his fist, and he slammed Su Fan's heart!

boom!

A loud and deafening noise spread all over the space of several thousand meters, and a huge blood-colored spark burst out suddenly!

do you died?

Except for Long Moxue, everyone who watched this battle looked at the slowly disappearing **** flames. Under such a terrible attack, it should be impossible for the person named Su Fan to be alive.