Ye Mingdao was entangled in the mist. He stretched out his palm and waved to the sky. A handprint full of golden light fell from the sky and slapped fiercely on the formation.
"boom!"
It was also at this moment that Tang Fan finally couldn't hold on anymore, the mist formation collapsed, the illusion disintegrated, and all Tang Fan's clones disappeared completely.
"puff!"
Tang Fan suffered severe backlash and spit out blood from his mouth, but the iron-blooded intention in his eyes became stronger.
He believed that given time, after he fully understood the Phantom Sutra, he would be able to combine it with his own magic to cast it.
"Tang Fan, there are rumors that your combat power is amazing, but I think it's nothing more than that!"
When Ye Mingdao saw that Tang Fan's spell was broken, he was extremely arrogant, his eyes were bloodshot, and his murderous intention became even stronger.
"It's just the beginning!" Tang Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sneered: "Ye Mingdao, if you have any other magic weapons, give them all to Grandpa Tang!"
"you wanna die!"
When Ye Mingdao heard this, he couldn't help but think of the swallowed feather fan. With a wave of his sleeve, a roar broke out all over his body, and fire and thunder appeared and spread in all directions.
Circles of lightning flashed around his body, and with a wave of his right hand, a sea of thunder was formed. The sea of thunder filled the air and seemed to engulf Tang Fan.
The Ye family’s magic is indeed mysterious!
Tang Fan looked solemn. Seeing the sea of thunder in front of him pressing down with overwhelming force, instead of dodging, he rushed forward even faster.
"Tang Fan, you are crazy!"
Ye Mingdao stared at this scene blankly. Although he knew that Tang Fan was physically strong, he still felt shocked.
"Pan Shan Jing!"
Tang Fan and the thunder sea collided violently.
Bang bang bang...
The moment the two collided, golden light flashed around Tang Fan's body, and the sea of thunder collapsed and turned into countless arcs of lightning.
Tang Fan's body still didn't stop, and passed through the sea of thunder amidst the explosion.
"how so!"
Ye Mingdao looked shocked, his eyes full of horror.
His thunder and lightning spells are not said to be at their peak, but when faced with an opponent of the same level of cultivation, they will basically cause heavy damage to the opponent.
But Tang Fan unexpectedly hit him with only the force of his physical body. Not only did he not suffer any damage, it also had the effect of tempering his physical body.
"Haha, it feels so good to have this lightning strike on my body! Ye Mingdao, come on... fight with you Grandpa Tang for three hundred rounds!"
Upon hearing this, Ye Mingdao was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He could no longer use this technique, otherwise he would be taking advantage of Tang Fan.
"No fight? Then it's my turn!"
Tang Fan looked proud and suddenly took out a high-level talisman from the Qiankun bag and threw it over.
"Tang Fan, you...you bastard, I can't fight like you!"
This time, Ye Mingdao really wanted to vomit blood.
Due to the expensiveness of talismans, monks generally would not take the initiative to use talismans to attack unless they wanted to defend themselves and save their lives during a martial arts fight.
But Tang Fan was lucky enough to throw out the talisman as if it were a magic weapon.
"burst!"
Tang Fan gave an order, and all the talismans exploded simultaneously. Golden light, fire light, and electric light overlapped together, erupting with terrifying power.
Ye Mingdao waved his hands in front of his chest, and the sea of thunder formed again, forming a wall of fire in front of him.
The power erupted from the talisman collided with the wall of fire. Although the heat wave was isolated, Ye Mingdao was still shaken by the force and retreated quickly.
Ye Mingdao's hair was a little on fire, emitting an unpleasant burnt smell.
"Tang Fan, you are shameless!"
Ye Mingdao was so angry that he cursed loudly. Although these talismans could not kill him, they could resist him for a while.
If Tang Fan keeps fighting like this, he will be consumed to death.
"I still have……"
Tang Fan sneered and stretched out his hand to throw it away.
Ye Mingdao was really scared and quickly backed away. But when he looked closely, there was nothing.
"Tang Fan!"
Ye Mingdao was so angry. He was about to fight back when a bunch of strange pills suddenly flew out in front of him.
"burst!"
"This is... elixir?"
Ye Mingdao didn't react for a while. He didn't understand why Tang Fan threw the pill.
These elixirs come in all kinds, and they are exactly the poisonous elixirs refined by Tang Fan.
Except for the Phantom Pill and the Soul-Destroying Pill, the effects of several other medicines are still unstable, and Tang Fan hasn't had time to study them carefully.
This handful of elixirs exploded at the same time, releasing colorful smoke and various unpleasant smells, all mixed together.
Tang Fan didn't dare to be implicated and quickly retreated.
Ye Mingdao didn't know the details. Although he felt that these elixirs were a bit strange, after seeing that they were not an attack method, he was not afraid of the elixir mist spreading towards him and rushed straight towards Tang Fan.
"Ye Mingdao, you are not even afraid of my poison pill, I respect you as a man!"
Tang Fan laughed loudly, with a weird look on his face.
"Um?"
Ye Mingdao suddenly realized something was wrong. Why did his whole body become cooler?
He looked down and let out a shrill scream.
"Ah... Tang Fan!"
Ye Mingdao was naked from top to bottom, so he quickly took out his clothes and prepared to put them on.
But at this time, his face was red, his stomach was twitching with pain, and his expression was extremely distorted.
"Tang Fan..."
Ye Mingdao was in agony, holding his stomach and wailing.
But as soon as he shouted, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and his mind became unclear again.
"not good!"
Ye Mingdao bit the tip of his tongue and tried to wake himself up. He felt that it would be difficult to stay awake if he continued like this.
"Tang Fan, I will fight with you!"
Ye Mingdao didn't know how long he could hold on. The moment he regained consciousness, he danced with his hands, flames ignited under his feet, and laser light shot out.
Looking from a distance, Ye Mingdao seemed to have turned into a thunder pool, rushing towards Tang Fan desperately.
He was going to burn himself at the cost of delivering the final fatal blow to Tang Fan.
His speed was maximized, and he raised his right hand while flying.
His whole body was like a flash of lightning, and he was in front of Tang Fan in an instant.
Before Tang Fan could react, his right hand filled with lightning arcs had already pinched Tang Fan's neck.
"Tang Fan, don't you like to explode talismans and elixirs? Now, just blow yourself up with me!"
Ye Mingdao was filled with murderous intent, and his body exuded terrifying power. His whole body was red and might explode at any time.
Under the impact of the fire waves and thunder and lightning, Ye Mingdao was trembling in pain and bleeding from all his orifices. His left foot exploded first and turned into a blood mist...
Ye Mingdao screamed, but he did not let go of Tang Fan's hand. Instead, he pressed harder under the stimulation of pain.
Tang Fan was almost suffocated by his pinch. Feeling the heat wave and terrifying aura emanating from his body, he finally raised his right hand and silently said in his heart: "Condensing Sand Buddha Slash!"
A small earth sword formed from behind Ye Mingdao, and just when he was about to explode, it passed through his neck.
"Ah...I don't!"
The moment Ye Mingdao's head flew high into the sky, he shouted out with great reluctance.
Although part of the energy in his body dissipated from the severed head, his body was already on the verge of collapse, and finally exploded completely in the light of the fire.
Bang bang bang...
Ye Mingdao's body turned into a blood mist in the heat wave, and finally disappeared, leaving only an unwilling head.
Although Tang Fan quickly evacuated the moment his body exploded, he was still affected, with blood dripping all over his body, like a bloody man.
Tang Fan's body fell heavily to the ground. He rubbed his neck feebly, feeling like he had died again.
It was really dangerous just now. If he had been slower for just one second and his neck had not been strangled in time, he would have been killed by Ye Mingdao's self-exploding body.
He still underestimated Ye Mingdao's strength and ruthlessness. The self-destruction of the elixir-forming monk was no joke. Even if he was physically strong, it would be difficult for him to resist.
"Tang Fan!"
Two figures flew from a distance, they were Dongfang Zhanhu and Shi Feiyu.
Tang Fan's tense spirit relaxed and he fainted immediately.