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Chapter 378: The Gap In Strength

Chapter 378: The Gap in Strength

It felt a dangerous aura from Chen Fan's body, and spoke in a very uneasy mood, wanting to use rules to limit Chen Fan's magical powers.

"Okay! I'll defeat you with my metal! So what?"

Chen Fan took the initiative, and a strange vision appeared behind him. There was a white tiger riding the golden cloud energy, roaring to the heaven and earth.

"The Spirit of the West, Geng Jin White Tiger."

"Could this vision be a kind of divine body?"

Duan Zhixin rushed into the sky to defend himself from the enemy.

"imprisonment"

Show.

Chen Fan's face was expressionless, and he moved his hands, and the fetal membrane of heaven and earth rushed out, turning into a forbidden space, and directly stopped Duan Zhixin who was about to fly away.

"Kill the Immortal."

The phantom of the white tiger rushed past with a rain of Geng gold swords.

Duan Zhixin's body erupted with bright light, and he wanted to break free, but he was horrified to find that he couldn't do it in a short time.

Phew! Phew!

Pieces of flesh and blood were flying, and the bright red blood turned into rain.

boom.

Duan Zhixin finally broke free, but was almost chopped alive. He was so embarrassed that he became a bloody man. He hurriedly tried to escape.

"As you said just now, vulnerable!" Chen Fan rushed over expressionlessly, at extremely fast speed, reaching out with both hands and directly grabbing the wings behind Duan Zhixin's back through the void.

Tear.

Two wings as thin as cicada wings were torn off by him.

Chen Fan was bathed in blood like a demon and shouted coldly: "Get out!" and stepped out.

boom.

Duan Zhixin fell directly into the ring, creating a big crater. Although his life was not in danger, it was so miserable that even with the elixir treatment, he would not be able to recover without half a month.

Hiss.

Everyone watching the battle took a breath of cold air and looked horrified.

Duan Zhixin's power is obvious to all. He is truly a fourth-level extraordinary powerhouse. He is also a metallic holy fetus, and his racial talent can even fly into the sky.

He was defeated like someone was tearing up a painting.

Chen Fan became the master of the metal ring. He looked down expressionlessly and said calmly: "As you just said, if it weren't for the elder's strict order, you would not be alive to take my second move."

Gournand's face turned livid, and two sharp gleams suddenly shot out from his eyes.

Chen Fan was not afraid and looked at him.

"Senior Sister Wen Ruyu is someone I respect. Anyone who insults her will be repaid twice as much."

Chen Fan said these words, squeezed (gcg) the Great White Dragon Fist Seal and moved.

His fist was like the sun in the sky, extremely bright, and its terrifying pressure shocked everyone.

"Invincible."

The souls of Feihong are all gone. He is very extraordinary. He hovers around, like melting into the wind, turning into a whirlwind and trying to escape.

But this punch was too terrifying, locking him tightly.

The whirlwind shattered, and the Feihong from the Valley of the Wind stumbled out, spurting out a large mouthful of blood, and fell straight down.

One punch.

They are obviously both in the realm of the fourth extraordinary level, but the difference in strength is like cloud mud.

Wen Ruyufang's heart was hit hard, and a blush appeared on her fair face.

Chen Fan is sitting cross-legged in the wind attribute arena, looking at the sword attribute arena in the distance.

There stood a tall and burly man. Zeng Sanjian severely wounded Bi Haixuan's disciples.

"Competing swordsmanship with you."

Chen Fan used the Fetal Membrane of Heaven and Earth to directly cover that place. With a flash in his hand, there was a black ancient ingot knife, and he threw it out casually.

Controlling it with powerful spiritual thoughts is not the art of sword control, but it is better than the art of sword control.

"this…………."

The terrifying light of the sword made the sword cultivator move. He pinched the sword technique in his hand, shouted loudly, gathered all his strength, and slashed down.

Click.

The ancient ingot knife is like a piece of black lightning, extremely hard and devastating.

The sword in Jian Xiu's palm turned into thousands of cold stars and exploded, and the terrifying force directly lifted him off the ring. .