Ten Thousand Worlds Space, Wudoutai.
The sky is falling apart.
The body of the White Dragon Sword God was like an inflated balloon, swelling rapidly, and finally exploded.
The skin and flesh and blood were exploded, and even the bones were blown to shreds and splashed everywhere.
Sword repair has always been known for its strong offensive power, but in terms of attack power, Jian Xiu is among the countless cultivators, it is among the best, but their weakness is also obvious, that is, defense.
Not to mention that compared with those metamorphosis, it is much inferior to most monks of the same level.
With just one punch, the winner is completely divided.
Next second...
The illusory voice of the avenue sounded again, "Yang Fansheng."
"Failed... defeated, the White Dragon Sword God was so defeated."
"Gurulu...I...I'm not dreaming, am I?"
"He's just a newcomer, shouldn't he be so scary?"
The surrounding top true gods were a little dazed. Although they had predicted that the defeat of the White Dragon Sword God was only a matter of time, they couldn't accept it when all this became a reality.
That is the White Dragon Sword God, the most powerful under the seventh-order top true god, among them, the top ten masters are far from comparable to those of the Nebula Sword God and Tyrants.
On the martial stage.
"Fart sword god, 16 billion high-level sacred stone, take it." Yang Fan looked at the White Dragon Sword God with a slapstick expression, not saving him a bit of face.
"You..." The White Dragon Sword God gritted his teeth, wishing to turn his head and leave, 16 billion high-level sacred stones, I bah, I will give you a hairy, but he dare not, if he dares to do so, That is because he didn't die fast enough.
"Humph." With a cold snort, the White Dragon Sword God gritted his teeth and threw a spatial ring to Yang Fan.
A heart, blood is dripping down, that space ring is almost all his possessions, except for the artifact of his life, the White Dragon Sword, now he is said to be cleaner than his face. Not an exaggeration.
Ben wanted to take advantage of this last period of time to sprint to see if he could take that last step and advance to the seventh-order top True God Realm, but now, hope is completely wiped out.
Next second...
The White Dragon Sword God slammed, quickly left the martial arts platform, and continued to stay here. He was really afraid that he could not suppress the anger in his heart, and drew his sword towards Yang Fan.
In this battle, he not only lost all his belongings, but also earned him the title of a fart sword god.
Shame, this is a shame that is hard to wash in a lifetime.
After checking the space ring of the White Dragon Sword God a little, Yang Fan glanced through the Wudoutai and scanned the six people.
These six people are not the others, they are the six great seven-tier top true gods in this ten thousand world space.
The meaning is self-evident, obviously I want to challenge them.
Damn, this guy is really beating me.
What should we do now? To fight or not to fight
The six great seven-tier top-level true gods looked at each other, and each of them had obvious hesitation. If Yang Fan had only the power that was just shown, any one of them would have full confidence in the victory, but this It is really impossible for the guy to speculate with common sense, and the explosions make people never know where the limit is.
If you really want to hide something, the outcome is hard to say, and now the bet is as high as 16 billion high-level gods. As the seventh-level top true god, how can their bets be lower than that of the sixth-level white dragon sword god Top true gods, they can't afford to lose that person.
And 16 billion high-level sacred stones, even for them, are a large number, almost half of their possessions.
What's more, this guy likes to raise at every turn, and if he is not careful, it is not impossible to lose completely.
Just avoiding and not fighting, they will also be wise.
A dignified 7th-tier top true god, even a 6th-tier top true god dare not accept the challenge, or a newcomer who has just entered the space of ten thousand realms, how would the world think of them
Hey, if I knew that, shouldn't you go out to watch this gambling game? Otherwise, there will not be such a dilemma.
Continuations of regret, like the surging river, flooded in the hearts of the six people.
Isn't it just a billion gambling game? It's not that I haven't seen it.
On the martial stage.
Yang Fan curled his mouth and said loudly, "I don't know which Tier 7 top true god stepped down to fight with me? Of course, you think you don't have the guts to connect to be challenged by me, just as if you didn't say anything." Under the eyes of everyone, as long as these seventh-order top true gods still have a face, it is impossible to continue to endure it.
You can choose to avoid the challenge of a senior or a strong person of the same level.
But if he doesn't even dare to accept the challenge of a lower-level true god, the label of weakness is fixed.
As for whether he would offend these seven-tier top true gods, it was not in Yang Fan's consideration at all.
Dare to refuse and directly suppress them. If a group of seventh-order top true gods can swallow refining, not only will his flesh shell power skyrocket, but even the cultivation base can smoothly break through the first heaven, even the second heaven.
"Everyone, Yang Fan has said this to the point. In this battle, I won't be able to fight if I don't want to fight..." A seventh-order top true god in a cyan gown transmits the sound, unless They really don't even want their faces, but it's obviously impossible.
For top true gods like them, which one is not the lord of a big river system, dominating the life and death of billions of creatures, the most important thing in life is his own face.
"So, this battle will be handed over to this seat..." The man who opened his mouth was a majestic man whose beard and hair were all red, and his body was surrounded by sacred fire, like an emperor in fire.
The other five seventh-tier top true gods lightly nod their heads. No matter who makes the shot, they are actually the same. The strength of the six of them is almost the same. If it is God Flame King Bud, why can't Yang Fan be replaced by them, it is not much better.
"But this bet, I have to wait for the six people to share it evenly." Bud continued, with a very firm attitude. If the other five people don't agree, he won't play in the battle. 16 billion or more high-level sacred stones. Really If he is going to lose, he has to be heartbroken. The big deal is to lose face together. If you are not afraid, what is my Bud fear.
At the end, Bud added, "Of course, if you win, you will be equally divided if you win the high-level stone."
"Okay! I agree."
"Bad, I agree."
"As you said, the bet will be evenly divided."
The other five, seventh-tier top true gods pondered and agreed. If they don’t agree to this one, Bud is obviously impossible to fight. Think about it, it’s 16 billion high-level sacred stones. It’s not a small number. They were successful, and they would not agree.
As long as the investment is good, and if they win, they can also get a lot of high-level sacred stones.
On the martial stage.
"Could it be that a few people really don't even have the guts to take the stage to fight me?" Yang Fan's mouth curled up, revealing a hint of sarcasm.
"Junior, Hugh is crazy, I'm Bud coming to fight you." After getting the affirmative answer from the other five top seven top true gods, Bud didn't hesitate, and immediately shouted.
"Boom~~~"
A sky fire resembled a meteor, cutting through the space and falling in front of Yang Fan.
"It's Lord Bud, Lord of Flames."
"I wonder if Lord Bud can beat that Yang Fan?"
"Hey, it's hard to say, it's really hard to say, that guy hides too deeply, and no one dares that this is all his power."
At this moment, no one of the surrounding top true gods dared to say that Yang Fan is not Bud’s opponent. The face-slaps again and again have completely shaken their minds. Hey, I can only hope that Lord Bud can win, otherwise, they have this face. But it was lost.
Being swept by a newcomer is not only embarrassing to Bud and them, all of them are equally shameless.
"32 billion high-level sacred stones, dignified seventh-tier top true gods should not lack this point." Yang Fan wrote lightly.
It's just that this was heard in Bud's ears, but it made him almost scold his mother. What you said was light. This is 32 billion, not 3 billion, let alone 300 million.
Fortunately, this seat has already prepared to pull the other five people into the water, otherwise, this bet is really not taken.
32 billion high-level sacred stones, all his belongings are almost at this point.
But now, if there are six people, one person is worth five billion high-level sacred stones. They can still afford this high-level sacred stone.
"Well, this bet, I take it."
Soon, the two sides signed a gambling agreement.
"Yang Fan, today I will let you know what is meant by the heavens and the heavens, and the humans..." Bud gave Yang Fan a cold look, but he was panicked before he could finish his words. Replaced.
"Boom boom... boom boom... boom boom... ."
The matter is a foregone conclusion, and Yang Fan no longer retains too much. The Nine-Rank God Demon Body was elevated to the extreme by Yang Fan. This Bud is almost the strongest among these examiners. He just keeps it and waits for him to defeat Pakistan. After Germany, it is impossible for anyone to accept his challenge. It is better to fight and make a quick decision directly.
In an instant, Yang Fan's aura all over his body skyrocketed wildly, and his body strength grew like a landslide and tsunami, soaring exponentially.
"Ah~~~ This momentum... This momentum... The eighth-level top true god, you are the eighth-level top true god... Damn, I've been deceived... .. "
The author Xiaoyao Huanyu said: There are still eleven flowers left, and the flowers are only five hundred and five. Friends who have flowers, please smash out the flowers in your hands.