Chapter 285
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"Perhaps it's because my blood has merged with the Fire Phoenix's blood essence. That's why the Seven-colored Fire Phoenix Spear recognized me as its master so easily. “”
As Long Bufan held the Seven-colored Fire Phoenix Spear in his hand, Long Bufan could vaguely feel a sense of familiarity emanating from the Spirit Spear.
Immediately, Long Bufan waved his hand and the surrounding air was torn apart. Even though there was some distance between them, the scorching hot wind from the spear still left some marks on the hard floor.
The tip of the spear pierced through the air!
Boom —
Even the void began to tremble faintly. One could imagine how terrifying the destructive power would be if one were to be struck by the spear!
"Good spear!"
Holding the Seven-colored Fire Phoenix Spear in his hand, Long Bufan's heart surged with pride. With such a powerful weapon, no one below the Divine Sea Stage would be able to pose much of a threat to him!
The Seven-colored Fire Phoenix Spear was beyond the Heavenly Rank. It was a Saint Rank Spirit Weapon!
"Haha, awesome!"
With the first Saint Rank Spirit Treasure in his life in his hands, Long Bufan's heart was filled with joy. In the end, he couldn't help but laugh heartily.
"Brat, how dare you injure someone from our Yin-Yang school. If you don't hand over the Seven-colored Fire Phoenix Spear today as an apology, our Yin-Yang school will not let you walk out of the secret realm alive!"
However, at this moment, a dark and cold voice that contained anger was slowly transmitted from the crowd below.
The one who spoke was a young man with a hooked nose wearing the uniform of a Yin-Yang school Inner Hall Disciple. Behind him were all the Yin-Yang school disciples present. There were a total of thirty-four people. Among them, there were three or four Xuan Men Stage practitioners, while the rest were at the Yuan Dan Stage.
The enormous aura of so many practitioners was definitely enough to scare any wandering cultivator to death!
The group of Yin-Yang school disciples' gazes were fixed on the Seven-colored Fire Phoenix Spear in Long Bufan's hand. Instantly, their eyes burned with greed.
In the sky above the main hall, a spatial whirlpool condensed below his feet, causing Long Bufan to appear to be floating in mid-air. Faced with the threat of the Yin-Yang school disciples, Long Bufan's expression did not change. He tilted his head slightly, looked down, and said indifferently, "There are no eyes in the battle for the treasure. Since you're not as skilled as others, don't blame others for hurting you."
"Brat, how dare you be so arrogant when you're at death's door?"
The eyes of the 30-odd Yin Yang Sect disciples flickered with extreme anger. With the arrogance of the Inner Palace disciples of their sect, they definitely could not swallow this humiliation!
"Senior Wang Yun, don't waste your breath on this brat. Once we kill him, the Seven-colored Fire Phoenix Spear will be ours!" A Yin-Yang school disciple walked over to the person who had just spoken and angrily said to Long Bufan.
In his rage, the young man called Wang Yun no longer hesitated. With a wave of his hand, a Purple Flame Blade Disc suddenly appeared in his palm. Under the urging of his Yuan Power, it frantically spun. A circle of fiery-red flames spun faster and faster, emitting an extremely formidable and tyrannical Yuan Power undulation.
"This guy also obtained a Soul Weapon!" Long Bufan was slightly surprised in his heart. However, his expression remained calm as he secretly gathered his strength.
"Die!"
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