"Damn it, why do you have so many high-level talismans!"

The old Taoist purple robe raised his arm and quickly retreated.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, a dazzling light burst into the center of the explosion.

The palm that was holding it together completely collapsed. Tang Fan was affected because he was too close to him, and his body rolled back and was blown away so that there was no good place on his body.

"ah!"

After flying dozens of meters away, Tang Fan finally stabilized his body. At that moment, he was almost killed by the bomb.

Fortunately, he practiced the Panshan Sutra, otherwise he would have died long ago.

"What a cruel boy!"

The old Taoist robe flew in front of Tang Fan, looking shocked.

He has never encountered such a strong opponent before, and he is simply desperate.

"Old guy, you want to kill me, but you are not qualified!"

Tang Fan grabbed a handful of pills and took it. The Tailing Yi Qi Meridian was circulating, and the injuries in his body healed a lot in an instant.

"You... Damn it, it's such a waste!"

The old Taoist robe was even more surprised.

"Today, either you die or I die!"

Tang Fan took out the cold iron ice blade, waved it hard, and rushed straight towards the old Taoist robe with the help of the ice and snow storm caused by the battle knife.

"Blood Wolf Spear!"

A red spear flew out from behind the old Taoist purple robe, and shot straight to the cold iron ice blade.

"clang!"

Both of their magic weapons were bounced away, and Tang Fan had already rushed to the old Taoist purple robe, his arms trembled, and countless vaginal talismans flew out.

Although he has four immortal veins, his cultivation level is too far from the late-stage strong man of Jindan stage. If he doesn't want to find other methods, he will be unable to resist at all.

"What the hell!"

Although the old Taoist robe could not see the Yin Talisman, he naturally noticed it with his cultivation.

He looked stern, and while his arms were waving, a purple light shield appeared in front of him, completely blocking the Yin Talisman.

"Break it for me!"

Tang Fan waved his arm, threw out all the flying swords, and shot at the light shield together.

"Your cultivation is too weak!"

The old Taoist robe snorted coldly, pinched his fingers, and banged, all the flying swords were bounced away.

Tang Fan couldn't bear it, so his body turned back.

Before he could recover, the blood wolf spear of the old Taoist purple robe had shot in front of Tang Fan.

Tang Fan had nowhere to dodge, so he had to shrink his body and wrap himself in the cloak behind him.

This is the Bihan Clothes he got from the Thousand Faces Ghost Doctor, which is just right at this time.

"Bang!"

Although the blood wolf spear is sharp, it cannot penetrate the green Han clothes.

But its power was too great, and Tang Fan was bounced away again.

The old Taoist in purple robe followed like a shadow, and he pinched his fingers and a purple elixir furnace that looked like a real thing flew out of his palm.

The alchemy furnace expanded rapidly, and there were blazing flames burning inside, emitting huge heat, hitting Tang Fan fiercely.

At this time, Tang Fan was still wrapped in Bihan's clothes, and he felt the huge pressure on his body.

Although Bihanyi isolated some of the calories, it was still very painful.

He could not fight back, so he could only fly down and at the same time he got out of Bihan's clothes.

He looked up at the alchemy furnace that looked like a mountain of flames, and a feeling of powerlessness arose in his heart.

Although his combat power is far superior to foundation building, he has no systematic practice and limited magical powers. When encountering a real strong man, he has too few ways to use.

The alchemy furnace is still expanding, and he is about to be sealed.

"Yunjie!"

Tang Fan knew very well that once he sealed it, he might be burned to ashes, so he quickly sacrificed the Flying Sword of the Sky.

A red light shot out, covering the sky and the sun, as if dividing the sky into two.

With a clang, the purple alchemy furnace paused for a moment, and a small gap appeared on the wall of the furnace.

"Although this sword is strong, your cultivation level cannot shake my purple flame furnace."

The old Taoist robe sighed, and Tang Fan's strength made him admire him.

"It's not over yet!"

Tang Fan pinched his finger again.

"Wind Death!"

Before the red light in the sky disappeared, a knife-like storm suddenly blew.

This strong wind instantly formed an independent world outside the purple flame furnace, not only isolated the spiritual energy of all things, but also emitted the will that could destroy vitality.

"Purple flame breaks the wind!"

The old Taoist of Zilang saw that the alchemy furnace was blocked, and controlled the purple flame furnace to expand and grow, trying to squeeze through the storm in this tough way.

"Bang!"

A loud noise shocked the world came out in the sky, and the wind was blowing out as well as the furnace.

Tang Fan was hit again and was blown away with blood.

Although the old Taoist in purple robe was in a slightly better condition, he also suffered a certain backlash.

"Ha ha……"

Tang Fan floated in the air and laughed loudly regardless of his injuries.

"So what about the late stage of Jiedan? Old guy, thank you for accompanying me to practice!"

After Tang Fan finished speaking, he took out a handful of pills and took it. The Panshan Meridian in his body was circulated, which repaired his injuries.

"I don't believe that I can't kill you!"

The old Taoist purple robe was really angry this time. Tang Fan's recovery power was too fast, and he no longer had patience.

Tang Fan did not speak, and a strong fighting spirit ejaculated in his eyes.

He raised his hand to wipe off the blood from the corner of his mouth and shook it.

"Sand-condensing Buddha Slash, I don't know if my own blood can condense into a sword!"

Tang Fan raised his hand and pointed, and a red blood sword formed rapidly and roared away.

If Shi Feiyu was here, he would definitely be surprised. Tang Fan actually used the second level of the power of the Sha Buddha Slash in the battle.

"How could you get the sword magical powers of Taishu Sect!"

The old Taoist purple robe looked at the huge blood sword that was emitting endless murderous intent in front of him, and did not dare to be careless. As his fingers pinched, a purple scimitar flew out of his palm.

The scimitar is like fire, and the purple flames on it are beating, releasing the pressure to kill everything.

"Purple Flame Slash!"

The scimitar flew out and slashed directly on the body of the Blood Sword.

"Bang!"

Amid the roar, the blood sword collapsed and the scimitar rolled back.

Tang Fan screamed in pain, spitting blood on his mouth, his cultivation dropped sharply, and there was no more spiritual power in his body.

"Tang Fan, I see what you have to do!"

The old Taoist robe flew to chase after him, pinched his fingers, and then flew out another purple flame slash.

“It’s time to end!”

The old Taoist purple robe closed his eyes and killed a mere foundation-building monk, but forced him to use his famous skill, Purple Flame Slash, which made him very upset.

"I said... it's not over yet!"

Tang Fan's eyes flashed with a decision and took out a bone with a white jade luster from the Qiankun bag. At the other end, there were bone-like sharp thorns.

"Long Ji, it's up to you!"

Tang Fan raised the dragon ridge and waved it hard at the old Taoist robe.
To be continued...