Chen Xiaotian and Wan Hong are both strong men. If they attack with all their strength, Tang Fan has no chance of winning.
If you want to break this killing situation, it's best to kill one person first while they are still testing you.
Tang Fan had calculated every step in advance. If there was even the slightest mistake between reality and reality, it would be a disaster.
Wan Hong looked at Tang Fan with a sneer in front of him, still unable to believe his eyes.
It's true that Chen Xiaotian died too quickly. He was a strong man at the peak of the Martial King realm, and he was a dual practitioner. How could he be beheaded by Tang Fan with a sword?
"You...you dare to kill the deputy sect leader of the Baji Sect?"
Wan Hong looked solemn and said with lingering fear.
Compared with the Baji Sect, Tang Fan is like an ant and an elephant, but he dares to challenge the powerful Baji Sect, which is really boring.
"No matter who it is, you will die if you bully me. The Bajimen is nothing, and you... are nothing!"
While Tang Fan was speaking, he raised his head and glanced at Elder An, who was standing on the tree, hoping that Chen Xiaotian's death would shock him.
If he is smart, he should take action now; if he is timid, he should run away immediately.
Otherwise, Tang Fan would never let him go.
Elder An was also horrified to the extreme. He knew that Tang Fanqiang, but it was still beyond his imagination.
He is very conflicted now and doesn't know how to choose.
"Tang Fan, you just killed Chen Xiaotian by accident. The Baji Sect will definitely not let you go!"
Wan Hong wanted to say something to disturb Tang Fan's thoughts, but it turned out that the combat power he displayed exceeded that of the foundation-building monks.
Especially because of his speed and physical strength, even if Chen Xiaotian slashed his shoulder, nothing happened.
"Then before Bajimen comes to trouble me, I'll kill you first!"
"Arrogant, how can I, Wanhong, be afraid of you!"
Wan Hong waved his hands, and strong blood energy emanated from his body. Even his hair was dyed red. The smell of blood from his body floated in all directions, and he was extremely evil. He looked like a terrifying god of death.
"Then let's fight!"
After Tang Fan finished speaking, he clenched his fist and rushed towards Wan Hong.
"Although your punches are powerful, they are useless to me!"
Wan Hong saw that Tang Fan was still going to use the boxing technique just now, and there was a trace of contempt on the corner of his mouth.
No matter how powerful you are, your skills are still too few!
Tang Fan didn't say anything, but there was a hint of cruelty in his eyes. Panshan Jing turned around, mobilized his whole body's cultivation, and punched an earth-shattering punch.
This time he exerted all his strength, exerting all his strength with the Five-Stage Nine-turn Shengang Fist. Although the fifth-posture was not yet proficient enough, when combined together, it was still powerful.
Five figures flew out, only the last one looked a little weak. These five figures were all Tang Fan's shadows. Their fists finally merged together, and the golden fist shadow displayed was blinding.
"Damn it, you were hiding it before!"
Only then did Wan Hong realize that he had fallen into a trap. He quickly made a gesture and fused all his blood into a bloody shield in front of him to resist Tang Fan's punch.
"boom……"
An explosion shook the sky and even the earth trembled.
"Bang bang bang..."
Cracks appeared on the bloody shield, and finally collapsed.
"ah!"
Wan Hong was hit, and his body was knocked back dozens of meters. If the blood shield hadn't offset most of the attack for him, he would have been killed at this moment.
"What kind of physical power is this that can support such powerful supernatural powers!"
Wan Hong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, took advantage of Tang Fan's weakness, made a finger gesture, and the collapsed blood merged into a huge handprint, which went straight to grab Tang Fan's throat.
"It's my turn!"
Tang Fan saw the hand seal being grabbed and sighed inwardly. Although his strength had increased a lot after breaking through the five immortal veins, it was still impossible to kill the peak pill-forming powerhouse with one punch.
Unless he can exert the full power of the fifth form of Shengang Fist.
Wan Hong's bloody handprint was still expanding, and a whistling sound came from it, like a devil urging death.
That's not all. As his handprints flew out, he made another finger gesture, and a bloody long knife appeared behind him, and followed the handprints to slash towards Tang Fan's head.
A cultivator at the peak of pill formation, he has abundant spiritual power and can support his serial attacks.
Now he is giving full play to his abilities.
Tang Fan sneered, and while taking out the black parasol and the thousand-year-old turtle shell, he took strange steps.
It's not like he hasn't fought at the peak of pill formation before, and he knows how terrifying they are, which is why he didn't throw away the talismans and poisonous pills easily.
Under his feet, masses of mist appeared, surrounding him and forming the Qiankun Formation.
This time he went in the opposite direction, instead of using the formation to trap his opponent, he used it as his own defense.
"This is……"
Wan Hong was stunned and didn't understand what Tang Fan was going to do.
The mist of the Qiankun Formation emitted white light, and Wan Hong could not see Tang Fan's condition inside the formation at all.
At this time, the bloody handprints were the first to hit the outside of the formation.
Under the loud noise, the formation was distorted. Although cracks appeared, it did not completely collapse.
But Tang Fan inside the formation was shaken, but fortunately he could still hold on.
But before the formation could be repaired, the bloody sword had already been chopped down.
"boom!"
There was another loud noise, and the Qiankun Formation finally could no longer hold up and collapsed completely.
The bloody long sword was still there, and it went straight to Tang Fan inside the formation to cut it down.
Tang Fan was well prepared, Panshan Jing was operating at full strength, and he lifted the thousand-year-old turtle shell above his head.
"boom!"
The blood-colored long knife struck the turtle shell fiercely. Although it did not break into pieces, it was shaken and flew away.
"go to hell!"
Wan Hong roared, and under Tang Fan's heavy defense, although the bloody sword only had 10% of its power, it still aimed at his head and chopped it off.
At this time, Tang Fan had no power to resist.
But at this moment, two rays of light suddenly emitted from his chest, and the two dragon scales merged with him, forming a black barrier above his head.
This barrier is thick and vicissitudes of life, and it exudes the atmosphere of ancient times. Nine days away, there seems to be dragon scales roaring, as if to express the unwillingness in the heart.
"boom!"
The blood-colored sword collapsed, and although the black barrier was unimpeded, Tang Fan was also shaken and flew into the distance.
Tang Fan stabilized his figure after flying a few meters. Apart from his unstable cultivation, he was not injured.
Dragon scales are indeed powerful!
Tang Fan recalled the dangerous situation just now and was still frightened.
If the dragon scales had not been transformed in time, he would still have been injured based on the Panshan Sutra alone.
With my current level of cultivation, the Qiankun Formation really cannot trap a peak-level pill-forming powerhouse!
Tang Fan thought to himself that he just wanted to use the Qiankun Formation to resist just because he wanted to test the strength of the Qiankun Formation.
"You...are you okay?"
When Wan Hong saw that Tang Fan was okay, he was so shocked that his eyes almost fell to the ground.
Whether it was the bloody handprint or the bloody sword, he had never missed it. This time, Tang Fan was already impressed by both of them, but he didn't expect that he would be unscathed.
It must be that black barrier, but what on earth is it!
Wan Hong's eyes were full of thought, and his heart became more solemn.
Tang Fan took out a handful of pills and drank them. After his cultivation was replenished, he made a finger and shot a red light straight towards Wan Hong.
"Cloud Tribulation!"
Under Tang Fan's guidance, the Sky-Destroying Flying Sword was like a rocket, splitting the sky, and the fiery breath it emitted baked the surrounding leaves dry and brown.
"What a powerful sword, you forced me to do this!"
Wan Hong didn't dare to be careless, and his cultivation was running smoothly. He slapped his forehead with his palm, and a mouthful of thick blood spurted out.
"Bloody please!"
As soon as Wan Hong finished speaking, his blood and energy merged, forming a bloody giant in front of him, flying straight towards the sky-cutting flying sword.
"Fellow Taoist, if you help me kill this person, I will be very grateful!"
After Wan Hong sacrificed his blood body, he became much weaker. He was still worried that he would not be able to hold Tang Fan, so he gave the elder An on the tree trunk a heavy fist.
"you dare!"
Before Elder An could reply, Tang Fan shouted loudly.