Chapter 3695 My Blood Gun

Leng Rufeng.

The white-robed disciple ranked seventh.

A demon at the peak of the seventh level of the Heavenly Saint Realm.

The nearby onlookers were all shocked. They didn't expect Leng Rufeng to play.

You know, Leng Rufeng's strength is rare in the world. He has joined the Biyun Palace for a short time and is the fastest promoted disciple to enter the top 100 list.

"You? Haha, very good." Xiao Fan sneered and glanced back and forth at Leng Rufeng.

Since he is the seventh-ranked white-robed disciple, the other party must be very wealthy.

"Come on, fight!" Leng Rufeng shouted coldly. He didn't want to play at first. He was not worried about losing to Xiao Fan, but felt that he would lose face.

After all, Xiao Fan had fought four games in a row before. Now even if he won, it would be unfair. If he lost, it would be even more shameful.

However, under the temptation of the Bodhi Dao Feast, Leng Rufeng still went on the stage.

But even so, Leng Rufeng was not sure whether he could win.

Xiao Fan grinned. He did not use the Sun and Moon Fan to attack, but held the ancient sword to try out its power.

Leng Rufeng exhaled, and a blood-colored spear appeared in his hand.

This spear was a gift from Yuan Yanbin to Leng Rufeng, and it was also one of the reasons why Leng Rufeng followed Yuan Yanbin.

"Fight!" At this moment, Leng Rufeng's breath suddenly changed, becoming icy cold, and the chill on his body was penetrating.

"Fight!" Xiao Fan shouted, and immediately rushed towards Leng Rufeng.

"Bang Bang Bang"

"Boom Boom Boom"

"Boom Boom"

Xiao Fan, holding the ancient sword, fought fiercely with Leng Rufeng, who was holding the blood spear.

The two sides fought fiercely, and Xiao Fan burst out with terrifying strength. At this moment, the power of the ancient sword in Xiao Fan's hand was far stronger than that in Kong Xingjin's hand.

This scene made everyone nearby dumbfounded.

"Is this ancient sword so powerful?!"

"It feels more powerful than Kong Xingjin!"

"What's going on? Why is it like this!"

"I don't know"

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The crowd of onlookers nearby were dumbfounded, all of them didn't understand why the power of the ancient sword was so terrible in Xiao Fan's hands.

"Hahaha Sir, how powerful is it?!" At this time, the voice of the weapon spirit appeared in Xiao Fan's heart.

Before, the ancient sword was controlled by the evil spirit, so Kong Xingjin couldn't exert the full power of the ancient sword at all.

But now it's different. The ancient sword fell into Xiao Fan's hands, and the weapon spirit completely showed the power of the ancient sword to Xiao Fan.

Moreover, this is just the tip of the iceberg. Even the weapon spirit has not fully mastered the full power of the ancient sword.

"Not bad" Xiao Fan murmured, as if responding to the weapon spirit, and also as if talking to himself.

"Damn, puff" Leng Rufeng spurted blood, his face was ashen, he didn't expect the opponent's strength to be so evil.

Originally Leng Rufeng thought that the opponent would attack with the sun and moon fan.

And forcibly activating the Chaos Spirit Treasure is definitely a test for the opponent's spiritual power.

Originally, Leng Rufeng planned to fight a protracted battle, but the opponent used Kong Xingjin's ancient sword to burst out unimaginable power.

Leng Rufeng and Kong Xingjin had fought before, so he naturally knew the power of the ancient sword in the hands of the opponent.

As a result, now that the ancient sword fell into Xiao Fan's hands, the power it burst out was simply not comparable to Kong Xingjin!

Nearby, Kong Xingjin, who had not left yet, saw this scene and was so angry that he spit out blood again.

"Damn it, damn it!" Kong Xingjin was furious, his eyes were red with anger.

This incident was a deep shame for Kong Xingjin. His own ancient sword ended up flourishing in Xiao Fan's hands.

There is no doubt that Kong Xingjin will become a laughing stock in the Biyun Palace in the future!

"Fight!!"

"Bang bang bang"

Not long after Leng Rufeng and Xiao Fan fought, the blood spear in his hand was cut off by Xiao Fan's sword.

As the blood spear broke, Leng Rufeng suffered a strong backlash and immediately spit out blood.

Seeing Leng Rufeng's blood spear cut off, the disciples watching nearby were shocked.

"How is this possible!"

"My God, Leng Rufeng's blood spear is broken!"

"It's over, this time the two of them must be in a feud to the death!"

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The disciples watching spoke up one after another, they all knew what the blood spear meant to Leng Rufeng.

"Damn it" Leng Rufeng showed a distressed look, gnashing his teeth in hatred.

He followed Yuan Yanbin, a big reason was for the blood spear, but now

"What a pity" Xiao Fan said in a low voice with a dark face.

Seeing Xiao Fan's face turn black, everyone nearby was puzzled.

It was Leng Rufeng's blood spear that was broken, why are you so sad? !

"What a pity for you?!" Leng Rufeng gritted his teeth.

"Nonsense, my blood spear is gone, isn't it a pity?!" Xiao Fan gritted his teeth and spoke in a low voice.

Leng Rufeng: ""