The dagger in the young man's hand was twisted and pulled out, turning the wound into a ball of minced flesh.
"Ah! Bastard, you...you dare to sneak attack me!"
Leng Yijian endured the heartbreaking pain, turned around and punched the young man with his fist.
As he turned around, the wound on his waist opened again, and a bloody sword spurted out.
But the young man had already raised his foot the moment he pulled out the dagger. Before Leng Yijian's fist could hit, his foot had already kicked Leng Yijian in the ribs!
"Bang!"
With a loud noise and the sound of bones breaking, Leng Yijian's ribs were kicked off.
"ah!"
Leng Yijian's body flew backwards. He never dreamed that he would be seriously injured in the blink of an eye.
The young man's shots were steady and ruthless, and almost every step was well calculated.
If Leng Yijian had reacted any slower, he might have died long ago.
"You... do you know who I am? How dare you plot against me? I..."
"Shut up, I don't care who you are, but you still dare to compete with me for the holy elixir. I will kill you today!"
How could the young man give him a chance to heal his wounds? Qian Kun took a step forward, and his body was like an arrow leaving the string, and he collided with him again with a "bang".
"Ah, I have to kill you today!"
Leng Yijian secretly resented that he regretted not taking action in advance, otherwise he would not have suffered such a big loss.
Until now, he still has not taken the other party seriously.
Seeing the opponent approaching, he ignored his injuries and clenched his fists to fight with the opponent.
"Bang bang bang..."
After a few rounds of fighting, Leng Yijian's expression changed drastically. Although his opponent was young and had strange moves, he had rich fighting experience.
This person seems to have not received any systematic training in ancient martial arts. He can punch to the core and is very brutal without any fancy moves. Almost every move can kill him.
Especially his desperate aura, the madness of taking a bite out of the opponent's body even if he was injured, even Leng Yijian, who always considered himself decisive in killing, felt frightened.
Moreover, this person's body is strong and extremely fast. Every collision will cause Leng Yijian's whole body to suffer in agony.
He was already injured, and after such a tossing, the injuries were added to the injuries, and blood splattered all over his body.
"Damn it, who the hell are you!"
Leng Yijian felt aggrieved and asked fiercely.
"I am your grandpa. If you dare to grab pills from me, I will kill you. Watch your moves!"
Before the young man finished speaking, his fist had already hit Leng Yijian's face.
Leng Yijian ducked out of the way, but unexpectedly, the opponent's feet were already aimed at kicking him in three directions.
"ah!"
Leng Yijian broke into a cold sweat and quickly bent down to avoid the kick.
"Friend, I am Leng Yijian of the Baji Sect. If you help me kill this person, I, the Baji Sect, will be very grateful!"
Leng Yijian had no choice but to look to the man in black for help.
"This matter has nothing to do with you. After I kill him, you can take me to inspect the goods!"
The young man also looked at the man in black and said.
"You two, I will not participate in this matter!"
The man in black flew into the jungle, his figure was erratic, and finally disappeared.
"Don't run away, come back!"
Leng Yijian yelled angrily. He didn't even look at the shadow of the Dragon-Tiger Revealing Holy Pill. As a result, he was seriously injured again. He was really frustrated.
The only thing that comforted him was that Tang Fan couldn't buy the Holy Pill anymore.
"Running really fast..."
The young man smiled slightly and didn't take it to heart at all.
"Now, you can't buy the Holy Pill anymore!"
Leng Yijian looked back at the young man, exuding strong murderous intent and wishing he could kill him right away.
Now he has nothing to rely on and can only fight hard.
"Ha ha……"
The young man laughed loudly after hearing his words.
"why are you laughing?"
"I laughed at you for being so stupid. You haven't seen the problem at this time. You are really... extremely stupid!"
Leng Yijian frowned and said angrily: "Boy, don't try to disturb my mind. I will kill you even if I risk my life!"
"That's fine, I won't use any immortal magic today. I will only use ancient martial arts moves to make you die convinced!"
The young man stepped on his body with both feet and rushed towards Leng Yijian again.
"Wait a minute, what did you mean by what you just said?"
Leng Yijian stepped away, he heard some problems from Tang Fan's words.
The young man looked sarcastic and said with a smile: "I said you are stupid and you are still not convinced, then I will let you die in a more sensible way!"
He turned around and wiped it on his face, his expression twisted, his body swayed, and finally he looked like something else.
"Ah, you...are you Tang Fan?"
Leng Yijian was so shocked that he took several steps back, as if he was struck by thunder, unable to believe the facts in front of him.
"How could you..."
"Idiot, you are just the scapegoat of Bajimen!"
"Impossible, Tang Fan isn't..."
Leng Yijian's thoughts were confused. If all this was Tang Fan's plan, it would be a huge blow to him.
"Do you think I'm stuck with Wu Yingjie now? Haha, let me tell you, Wu Yingjie is just stuck with my substitute!"
"What, this..."
Tang Fan's words once again dealt Leng Yijian a heavy blow on the head. This kind of intellectual crushing caused more pain to his psychology than physical injuries!
"Maybe when you go to the underworld, you can figure it out!"
Tang Fan no longer gave him any time to think, and rushed forward, changing his previous chaotic moves, and used the Tiangang Eight Immortals Fist passed to him by Dongfang Zhanlong.
"No matter who you are, I will kill you!"
Leng Yijian was angry, gritted his teeth, temporarily put all the grievances and questions behind him, and fought with Tang Fan desperately.
Tang Fan intended to practice the Tiangang Eight Immortals Boxing with his tricks, so he restrained himself and did not use the immortal techniques.
While fighting, Tang Fan used his purple pupil divine eyes to learn, and he memorized the Bajimen boxing techniques and internal energy methods deeply in his heart.
"Hmph, you can't understand my Baji Sect's unique skills!"
Leng Yijian saw Tang Fan's purpose and became even more angry. However, he was seriously injured and could not cause any harm to him except to protect himself.
"I really can't stand your Bajimen moves!"
"It's time to end!"
Tang Fan made a feint and stretched out his hand to draw out the cold iron ice blade.
Holding the sword in his hand, he used his speed to the extreme and was in front of Leng Yijian in an instant.
"If you want to kill me, you have to pay the price!"
Leng Yijian saw the cold light coming and did not dodge. Instead, he pulled out a dagger from his waist and stabbed Tang Fan in the chest.
"puff!"
"clang!"
The cold iron ice blade hit Leng Yijian's neck, and Leng Yijian's dagger also stabbed Tang Fan.
"ah!"
The next moment, Leng Yijian screamed, his head flew up into the sky with great reluctance, full of grievances.
His eyes were wide open, and he didn't understand until his death. His dagger had clearly stabbed Tang Fan, but why didn't it cause any harm to him?
"Bang!"
Tang Fan flew up and kicked Leng Yijian's body to the ground, but his chest was unscathed.
"You have no idea how much pain I endured in order to temper my body, and...the woman's blank eyes!"
Tang Fan said aggrievedly, thinking of the torture he endured in order to practice the Rock Sutra, he finally felt a little comfort at this moment.
Tang Fan stepped forward and plundered Leng Yijian's belongings, summoned Xiao Jiu and turned his body and head into ashes.
After doing all this, he called Dongfang Zhanlong as agreed before, and hung up after two rings.
At this moment, "Tang Fan", who was disguised as the Eastern War Dragon and was being pestered by Wu Yingjie, suddenly shook his body and received the code signal from Tang Fan.
Dongfang Zhanlong snorted coldly, looked at Wu Yingjie and said, "Forget it, I don't want the Dragon-Tiger Holy Pill!"
After he said that, he turned around and left.
"Tang Fan, the day of the competition is the day of your death!"
Seeing that it was almost dawn, Wu Yingjie guessed that Leng Yijian had succeeded and stopped pursuing him.