Chapter 1111
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"Bang!"
At this moment, nearly half of the fifty thousand vibrating Yuan Power that Long Bufan had condensed from the power of the dark flame had been exhausted. They heavily slammed into the golden light screen that was suffused with a red glow. After a series of explosions, the light screen suddenly became much dimmer as it was barely able to withstand the attack.
Behind the golden light screen, Wang Yan's face was deathly pale. This was not because of Long Bufan's injuries, but because he had forcefully activated his essence blood in a hurry. As the blood in his body churned, he nearly vomited out a mouthful of blood. However, he could not lose face in front of a beauty like Qin Yuxuan, thus he forcefully swallowed the blood back down.
However, after swallowing the blood back down his throat, he felt even more uncomfortable all over his body. Hence, his expression was naturally ugly.
As they stared at the battle stage on the light screen, the spectators outside were speechless, their eyes filled with disbelief. Although Wang Yan forcefully suppressed the churning blood in his chest and did not vomit blood on the spot, thus preserving the face of the super sect, these spectators were no idiots. Naturally, they could tell that Wang Yan had suffered a small loss under Long Bufan's counterattack.
"Oh? To think that he was able to block it. The super sect disciple is indeed quite capable, however … "
Long Bufan's eyebrows gently raised as a mocking smile emerged from the corners of his mouth: "You previously said that you would be able to settle this within three moves. Now, it seems that you have already used five moves. Where is the victor?"
After being provoked by Long Bufan in such a manner, Wang Yan's pale face turned a little green. He tightly gripped the golden array disc in his hand as he stared menacingly at Long Bufan, who was hovering in mid-air. He did not expect that this fellow would actually be so difficult to deal with. In fact, even after he had used the Eight Sided Golden Lock Formation and his thirty six fan blades, Long Bufan was still able to break through and force him into such a state!
In mid-air, Qin Yuxuan, who was quietly playing the zither, coldly stared at the two figures below. Her expression did not change at all when Wang Yan had suffered a loss in the previous battle. However, when her gaze turned towards Long Bufan, and stared at his dragon-like devil form, a strange look faintly flitted across the depths of her clear eyes.
"Trash, all you know is to talk big. Today, I will let you see how big the gap is between me and a small fry from a low class sect!"
In response to Long Bufan's mocking words, Wang Yan was clearly enraged. He was a prideful and competitive person and he would never allow himself to be defeated by a kid from a low class sect.
Therefore, no matter what price he had to pay in this duel, he must kill Long Bufan!
After he spoke, a malevolent looking Wang Yan retrieved a small array flag that was covered in golden symbols from his storage bag. After which, he poured the Yuan Power in his body into it. The symbols on the array flag practically flew out at the same time, before gold type energy violently gushed forth. Rays of golden light intertwined and swiftly formed an exceedingly large mysterious array in mid-air.
This array flag was Wang Yan's final trump card.
However, though this array was powerful, it also had a weakness, which was that it consumed a lot of Yuan Power. However, Wang Yan had a special array symbol on him that could automatically replenish his Yuan Power. If it was a battle of attrition, he believed that he had a huge advantage.
Long Bufan's gaze was solemn as he stared at the large golden array in mid-air. He was not in a hurry to make a move. Instead, he waited for Wang Yan to activate this array again, before finding the core of the array symbol and taking advantage of the situation to destroy it.
In silence, Long Bufan mobilized the Purple Lightning Needle hidden in his heart and combined it with the Seven-colored Fire Phoenix Spear. Instantly, under the infusion of the power of thunder, purple lightning snakes wantonly swallowed and spat on the surface of the spear. Flames and thunder blended, and a terrifying aura of thunder and fire surged out.
Among the five elements, fire suppressed metal, and so did lightning. If lightning and fire intersected, the resulting power and restraining effect would be unimaginable.
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