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However, Xiao Yifeng doesn't care about this ranking. He doesn't want to be No. 1 on the Qianlong list. This is too much swagger. As for the No. 1 on the list, he is interested.

Not only because of the generous reward, but also because he didn't want to humiliate his father, who was the number one on the Dragon List.

He naturally couldn't slap his father. He had to decide on the top of the list.

Tiger father has no dogs, his father is bully, he wants to be even better!

Xiao Yifeng stepped down from Qianlongtai, came to that Wu Hao, and looked at the other side with contempt: "Do you think you are qualified to compare with me now?"

"you……"

Wu Hao stared at Xiao Yifeng with wide eyes, his face looked extremely ugly, and some flushed.

"Apprentice, go to Qianlongtai!"

Xiao Yifeng said suddenly.

"Yes, Master!" Yun Tianxiao nodded and went directly to Qianlongtai, and attacked Qianlongtai with one punch.

Soon Yun Tianxiao's combat power value appeared, forty-nine, only one point to break through fifty, reaching the level of the spirit soul, and its ranking also reached thirty in the South Wild Qianlong list.

"This……"

Looking at Xiao Yifeng's apprentice's rankings were so much higher than himself, Wu Hao's face was incredible, his face was very unstable.

"You are not as good as my apprentice. Are you qualified to compare with me?"

Xiao Yifeng patted Wu Hao's face with a playful look.

Huh!

On the spot, Wu Ha was so angry that a spurt of blood spurted out, and his body continued to tremble.

"waste!"

Xiao Yifeng glanced indifferently at Wu Hao.

Subsequently, Yuan Yuanmo and Luo Qianyu both boarded this Qianlongtai one after another. The former has already stepped into the duality of the soul and soul, with a combat value of 63. The ranking has directly entered the top ten in the South Qianlong list, and Luo Qianyu has a combat power of 48, ranking 35th.

"Xiao Yifeng!"

At this moment in the southern wilderness, many people looked at the three words Xiao Yifeng on the Qianlong list, and their eyes were shining with light.

In particular, the country leader Feng Zhenyu looked at Xiao Yifeng and Yun Tianxiao both on the Qianlong list, and the combat value was so strong, his face looked extremely ugly.

At the same time, the ancient world, Dongzhou.

One of the eight ancient clan Xuanyuan.

In a huge space, two golden lights intertwined, a series of roaring sounds, ears of terrible sword gas released, cutting the empty air flow around.

Two terrible majestic feelings permeated. Obviously, these two powerful men are at war, and the two sides at war are the two most powerful men in the Xuanyuan family today.

One was Xuanyuan Chen, the chief of the Xuanyuan ancient clan, and the other was Xuanyuan Hong, who was brought by the Xuanyuan sword from the primitive world. The young master of the original Xuanyuan family was defeated by Xiao Yifeng and came to the Xuanyuan family.

With the full cultivation of the Xuanyuan family, coupled with the continuous integration of the power of Xuanyuan sword, it has directly reached today's terrible fighting power, and can even compete with Xuanyuanchen, the Xuanyuan family chief.

In the distance, Xuanyuan Qing, the chief of the Xuanyuan tribe, stood here wearing a yellow robe, watching the battle solemnly. On the side, several elders of the Xuanyuan tribe were watching the battle closely.

Among them is an old man with a white eyebrow, wearing a white robe, without any breath, but an old man of the Xuanyuan tribe and the Xuanyuan macro he focused on training.

"Old man, who do you think will win in the end?"

Xuanyuan Qing looked at the ancestor and asked.

"No matter who wins, this battle is inevitable. Xuanyuan Sword must be combined into one to show its true strength and to regain the glory of the Xuanyuan family."

"The two of them control half of Xuanyuan Sword. Only one battle can choose the true master of this Xuanyuan Sword. But I know you do n’t want Chen Er to lose. After all, he is your son, but in my opinion , The owner of this Xuanyuan Sword is still more suitable for Xuanyuan Hong! "

The ancestor of the Xuanyuan tribe said that Xuanyuanqing's face on the side was constantly changing, and his eyes were watching the fierce battle between Xuanyuan Chen and Xuanyuan Hong.

boom!

A loud roar sounded, and a dazzling golden light shone out.

Immediately, the two separated, Xuanyuan Hong reclined, kneeling on the ground, and Xuanyuan Sword in his hand stuck to the ground. A blood spurted out, his face was pale, and he looked seriously injured.

The other person, Xuan Yuanchen stepped back a few steps, his face paled slightly, but it seemed that the injury was not serious, holding the other half of Xuan Yuan sword, exuding a terrible momentum.

His strength has already stepped into the Nirvana Realm and reached the point where Nirvana Realm is serious. As for Xuanyuan Hong, he has stepped into the Divine Spirit Realm.

"The soul and soul of Jiuzhong can compete with me for such a long time with Xuanyuan Sword, you have a little skill!"

Xuan Yuanchen looked at Xuanyuan Hong coldly and vomited, his eyes flashed with coldness.

"But waste is waste after all. I am the chief of Xuanyuan's tribe of the eight ancient clan. You are just a waste from the primitive world. You are not worthy of controlling Xuanyuan sword. This Xuanyuan sword is a true master. I!"

Xuan Yuanchen shouted sharply, and then there was a sharp killing in his eyes.

"So you can die!"

After saying this, Xuan Yuanchen was full of murderous intentions, holding Xuan Yuan sword, gathered all his strength, and one sword was severely hacked at Xuan Yuan Hong.

Seeing this, Xuan Yuanqing's eyes flashed a happy look, and a smile appeared in the corner of his mouth.

"No, I can't die. I haven't avenged myself yet. I haven't killed Xiao Yifeng myself. I can't die!"

Xuanyuan Hong's eyes were filled with unforgettable hatred ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~, a whole body of unwillingness was exuded, and the hatred in his eyes was towering.

"I can't die !!!"

Xuanyuan Hong growled and yelled, the Xuanyuan sword in his hand was shaking violently, the blade body released a dazzling golden light, and a terrible Xuanyuan sword power poured into Xuanyuanhong's body.

"go to hell!"

Xuan Yuanchen yelled, and a sword stabbed at Xuan Yuan Hong. For this guy who is likely to threaten his position and get the other half of Xuan Yuan sword, Xuan Yuan Chen naturally would not let it go, and it should be completely killed.

Huh!

Xuan Yuanchen was holding Xuanyuan Sword with a terrible sword stabbing into Xuanyuan Hong's body, and Xuanyuan Hong immediately spit out blood.

Xuanyuan Chen had a look of joy on his face, and an indescribable smile appeared on Xuanyuan Qing's face.

"Waste, after all, you died in my hands!"

Xuan Yuanchen looked at Xuanyuan Hong with disdain.

At this time, Xuanyuan Hong stared at Xuanyuanchen with a stare, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He grabbed the Xuanyuan sword stabbed on him, and his other hand waving the other half of Xuanyuan sword toward Xuan Yuanchen hacked out fiercely.