Yu Lingzheng roared, and immediately exploded with terrifying speed, instantly turning into ten afterimages, surrounding Yi Fan in the center. The afterimages simultaneously made a splitting palm gesture, and their momentum instantly surged, as if a stormy wave swept over him and was reborn.
The super task.
"Lanwu Pigua - The sky collapses and chaos moves."
With a sound of falling, ten figures flew up at the same time, and each palm was like a rock-shattering, violent storm, pressing down on Yi Fan head-on.
The two have been sparring for many years, and this move has long been familiar to Yi Fan. In the past, there were more than ten ways to break it, but at this time, Yu Ling was fighting like two people, dancing with palms and fists in ever-changing ways, and the oncoming force was unstoppable.
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Yi Fan was fearless, but he smiled happily: "Finally we are getting serious." Then, Tulu's sword flashed with brilliant purple energy, and he slashed out of the air with the sword's intention.
"Five Spirit Sword Technique-Tulu."
The Earth Spirit War God appeared, glared at the Rain Spirit, let out a roar, stamped his feet, and a stone pillar suddenly rose from the ground. He rushed out of the attack range of the afterimage, and then the God of War leaped forward, and in the air a hundred feet high, he struck out with an angry sword.
Cut it down.
The sword energy flew across the sky, cutting through the air and hitting the ground. Boom! The mountain collapsed and the ground cracked. A huge mouth was cut out on the ground, causing the earth and rocks to fall. Along with this, ten hills suddenly rose up around the sword mark, and ten lion heads emerged one after another.
, roaring angrily, biting at the afterimage that was about to land.
The lions roared like waves. When Yu Lingzheng was attacked, the afterimages dissipated at the same time. The lions collided and immediately moved toward him at the bottom of the mountain, turning into a small mountain in the center of the field.
The battle armor faded away in the sky, gradually revealing the heroic figure of Yi Fan. He frowned and looked down. Although he was deeply grateful, he still did not dare to be careless. He knew that this trick alone would not be able to solve the Yuling War, and besides, he did not want to solve it.
Only then can you use this trick.
"Come on, let's see how much sincerity you can show to take my life." As he said that, Yi Fan's body was filled with purple energy, his pupils instantly turned into snake eyes, black scales were attached to his body, and his long tail swung sideways.
Weirdly, he said: "The soul of the beast turns into one, and the five spirits merge into one, one sword."
Five sword lights flashed, and when Yi Fan rushed out, the sword lights merged into a giant sword twelve feet long. His left arm was broken, and he swung it on his own, while his right palm held the sword's head and flew towards the hill.
At this time, a loud shout came from the hill, and with this sound, the ground shook and the mountain shook, and the hill exploded in response. The rain spirit was furious, pointing its sword at the painting, and a stream of coldness swept out, turning the duel field into a frozen place.
Frosty ground.
"Lun Wu Pi Kao - Daewoo Thunder Finger."
Seeing the most powerful move of Luan Wu Pi Kao being performed, Yu Ling tried to break the giant sword with one finger, flicking the [Tulu] inside it away, and the thirty-six fingers were instantly pointed out.
Yi Fan smiled happily and felt a dull pain in his chest. This was the flaw he had left deliberately, and he had already planned to surrender his life at this moment.
However, thirty-six blood holes sprayed out blood, and each blow penetrated the body. Yu Lingzheng didn't know why, but Dayu's thunder finger was originally a move to attack other people's fatal points, but this time it did not hit Yi Fan's death.
Instead, it penetrated his joints and beat him into a cripple.
Yi Fan opened his eyes and was shocked to realize that he was not killed instantly, but that his whole body could not move. In an instant, he saw a punch hit his chest, with a 'bang' sound, the blow was so strong that a mouthful of blood spurted out.
The situation was one-sided, Yu Lingzheng crazily tortured Yi Fan, punching him hard. With this, Yi Fan's blood spurted out, and his whole body was frozen to the point of feeling nothing. He couldn't even feel the pain.
I feel that my consciousness is gradually blurring, and my vitality is being consumed bit by bit.
This scene made Yan Xiaoyu extremely anxious. He clenched his fists tightly and dug his four fingers into his palms. Scarlet blood flowed out, but the pain in his palms was not as good as the pain in his heart.
"Stop, Yu Ling begs you to stop, stop..." Roaring, anxious, and then pleading helplessly, Yan Xiaoyu, a tough man, was tender and shed tears, but he could only watch Yi Fan being rubbed.
Tortured, at this moment there is no inch of intact skin left.
Yu Ling fought cruelly and mercilessly, harvesting Yi Fan's life bit by bit with cruel and unethical methods.
"The thunder of ten thousand lions - the roar of the earth."
A lion's roar came from the ground, and before Yi Fan could fall, he was shaken back by a shock force, and then Yu Lingzheng hit him with another punch.
Yi Fan's consciousness was blurred, his eyes were empty and in a trance, and there were cries in his ears. The cries were extremely sad and helpless, but also familiar, which made him feel sad.
"Who is crying?" Yi Fan thought to himself, feeling a drop of dew fall on his face and sliding down his face. He couldn't tell whether it was his own blood or something else.
"Who is crying?" Yi Fan asked again, feeling that with every blow he received, the crying sound became more and more sad.
"Don't cry!" Yi Fan felt so tired, so exhausted that even his own mind was lifeless.
At this time, Yu Lingzheng suddenly pointed out his finger and rushed towards Yi Fan's heart, obviously to know his life. His knuckles penetrated and happened to be inserted into the place where Ling Yiyi inserted the dagger the night before.
Trembling, the whole person felt as if he had been frightened out of drunkenness.
Yu Lingzheng looked up and seemed to have heard something. Just when he was puzzled, another voice sounded from his ears: "Don't cry!"
It’s the voice of Yi Fan’s heart!
Yu Ling came to his senses and found that he was covered in blood, which was actually Yi Fan's blood. The pain stored in his heart at that moment burst out. He didn't know what happened after he was drunk. He only knew that Yi Fan was beaten by him.
Hurt, and he was crying at the moment.
Seeing Yi Fan collapse softly, Yu Lingzheng could no longer bear the pressure in his heart, broke down and burst into tears, hugged him, and released his breath fiercely to support Yi Fan's heartbeat, which was about to stop.
Yi Fan felt a hint of warmth and knew that Yu Lingzheng was using his divine energy to stimulate his heart so that it would not stop beating.
"Brother Yu, let go, I..." Yi Fan smiled weakly, and immediately vomited a bright red mouthful, making him unable to finish his words.
"No, you can't die, I won't let you die." Yu Lingzheng cried and yelled, knowing that his breath was about to be exhausted, and he would no longer be able to support Yi Fan, so he turned around and shouted: "Yan
Brother, come quickly, come here quickly."
Upon hearing this, Yan Xiaoyu rushed into the field immediately, but heard the old man shout: "Stop, no one is allowed to interfere before the battle is over."
"I lose, I admit defeat, what kind of leader, I don't want it anymore." Yu Lingzheng roared hysterically, and his aura became thinner and thinner, while Yi Fan's aura became weaker and weaker.
Yan Xiaoyu was so angry that he immediately kicked Yu Lingzheng away and took over to inject divine energy to maintain Yi Fan's heartbeat.
Yu Ling crawled over in embarrassment and stuffed all the medicine into Yi Fan's mouth, crying: "I didn't mean it, I really didn't..."
Yan Xiaoyu didn't wait for him to finish his words, slapped him in the face, and roared: "Damn it, look at the good things you did, open your eyes wide and see what you did, are you happy now? Like this
Son, are you happy now?"
Seeing Yi Fan vomiting blood and pills together, Yu Lingzheng was in a state of confusion. The calmness he had in the past was gone. He was filled with mixed feelings and didn't know what to do.
In the past, in order to realize their dreams, the three brothers supported each other and improved their martial arts.
In the past, in order to safeguard their dreams, the three brothers shared the same hatred and fought bravely even though they were in deep danger.
past...past...
"It's my fault, it's my fault, but I..." Yu Lingzheng was speechless, unable to explain.
"I don't blame you, Brother Yan, and don't blame Brother Yu. Brother Yu must have his own reasons." Yi Fan felt his breath slowing down a little, and he seized the opportunity to express what he was thinking in a hurry.
"I know he has his reasons, but is there anything that the three of us brothers can't say? We share the blessings and the hardships, have you all forgotten? No matter how hard it is, we are advancing and retreating together. Is there any reason to insist on this?
Is it okay for siblings to kill each other?" Yan Xiaoyu still couldn't agree.
At this time, the old man with a hundred-color mask on his head walked slowly and asked Qiao Han: "Miss Qiao, now you are the only one with a chance, do you want to fight again?"
Qiao Han did not speak, but shook his head slightly. Then the old man looked at the three of them, shook his head and sighed: "Hey~ now that the battle for the top is over, the five heroes of this generation have been released, I think he only has one breath left, or you can take it back
Divine Breath, let him leave in peace, or you can take the treasure and go down the mountain quickly." After saying that, the old man took out seven exquisite boxes and placed them on the ground.
Since Yi Fan and Yan Xiaoyu each killed one person in the ranked battle, they can get one more order.
Then De Xiaoyao and Qiao Han took away the gift box, turned around and left, and everyone dispersed at the same time.
Yu Lingzheng and Yan Xiaoyu had no idea. When he saw the old man turning around, Yu Lingzheng suddenly shouted: "Senior, is there any way you can save my brother's life?"
The old man stopped, smiled and said: "There is a way, but I am not in love with you, so why should I waste time on you brats? I can't care about this matter, huh, you will do it after he dies.
Let’s share his treasure.”
When Yu Lingzheng heard that there was hope, he immediately knelt down and kowtowed: "Senior, as long as I can save my brother's life, I, Yu Lingzheng, am willing to work hard for you, even if it requires my death."
Yan Xiaoyu continued to inject divine energy, so he could not act rashly, so he said: "Senior, I am responsible for this matter. As long as you can save Yi Fan's life, if you say go east, I, Yan Xiaoyu, will never go west."
The old man raised his eyebrows and said with interest: "Hey! Two lives for one, interesting! Interesting, if saving him requires sacrificing both of you, would you still be willing?"
"No regrets." The two said in unison.
Seeing the two of them working hard, the old man laughed loudly and said: "Look at how determined you are. If you refuse again, it will appear that I am too ruthless. It's troublesome, it's really troublesome!" While laughing, the old man took out two boxes and walked towards the brothers.
They handed it over and said: "The inner breath method you are practicing is really too weak. I want you to give up the Zhenlong Zhenjue and Chuanlong Zhenjue, and practice the mental method in the box in the future."
When I opened the box, I saw a thin book inside each, which were "Demon-Swallowing Demon Fire" and "Immortal-Eating Mysterious Water".
Listening to the old man, he can casually tell the inner breath method that the two of them have practiced. This is enough to show that the old man is definitely an expert.
"Senior, you can only practice one inner breath method in your life. Does it mean that senior wants us to break up our cultivation and practice again?" Yu Lingzheng asked with a frown.
"That's a secular saying. In fact, the internal breathing method also has strong and weak points. If it is the same type of method, as long as you can find a stronger method, you can force it to practice and cover it up." The old man saw Yan Xiaoyu frowning.
It was getting tighter and tighter, so he said: "For example, the Zhenlong True Secret Art is a fire-based heart method, and the Purgatory Demon Fire also belongs to the fire-based method. Compared with the two, the Demon Swallowing Demon Fire is more subtle, so it is
It can be forced to practice. Anyway, there is a relationship between the weak and the strong among the same attributes, but if you originally practiced the water-based mind method and then switched to fire-based refining, you will only end up exploding and dying."
The two understood clearly and stopped being wordy. Yan Xiaoyu said: "As long as we practice these two techniques separately, are you willing to save me?"
"Absurd, I'm just giving you two a heads up. It's only good for you, but not good for me." The old man rolled his eyes and chuckled: "I only want you two to agree to one request. As for what the request is,
I didn’t think of it at the moment, but when I need it later, I will naturally come to you.”
The two agreed in unison, and as soon as they finished speaking, the old man took out a bottle from Yi Fan's reward, took out three pills, and put it into Yi Fan's mouth.
The old man looked calm, and a burst of white arrogance suddenly bloomed from his body, slamming into Yi Fan's body.
'Ah' Yi Fan woke up and shouted, his voice was like the scream of an evil ghost. A steady stream of violent air waves flew out, forcing Yan Xiaoyu and Yu Lingzhu to get close.
I saw that his body was recovering rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Don't worry, this elixir is called 'Broken Yuan Golden elixir'. No matter it's external injury or internal injury, as long as you still have breath, if you take it in time, it will be difficult to die." The old man smiled lightly, and with a sudden breath, Yi Fan shouted.
Even more crazy.
Half an hour later, the white light on Yi Fan's body suddenly dissipated. Although the blood stains did not appear, his complexion was obviously much better.
The two of them were overjoyed and went forward to check. As expected, the magic pill was extremely effective. Yi Fan, who was only one step away from death, was now very weak, but his injuries were no longer serious.
"Thank you, senior..." Yu Lingzheng turned around and was about to thank him, but found that the old man had left at some point, and except for three people, there was no one else waiting in the Colosseum.
Seeing him looking around, Yan Xiaoyu sighed and said, "No need to look, Ling Yiyi already left when you went crazy."
Yu Lingzheng had no time to ask more questions, and looked at Yi Fan with concern: "How do you feel? Are you feeling better? It's all my fault..."
Seeing that he was beginning to blame himself again, Yi Fan interrupted with a smile: "Brother, if you don't say this, I'm fine already." He frowned, not only was he fine, he felt the divine energy surging in his body, and there seemed to be an inexhaustible energy all over his body.
In terms of strength, this body has never been as good as it is at this moment.
Hearing the word brother, Yu Lingzheng was stunned and said: "You said we are still..." Feeling Yi Fan's meticulous demeanor, his eyes couldn't help but turn red.
"Nonsense! Of course we are brothers." Yi Fan smiled brightly and said, "It's just brothers fighting. Isn't that how we got here before? I just didn't expect that your wine taste is so bad."