The brutality of this battle exceeded everyone's expectations.
The sudden changes one after another on the battlefield are even more unforgettable.
Wu Yingjie and Tang Fan teamed up to stage a tragic fight for everyone.
But the battle is still not over...
Once the Xuanyang Forbidden Technique is used, unless someone kills him, Wu Yingjie will only continue to kill people before he has exhausted his own energy!
Wu Yingjie didn't even look at his destroyed right arm. The black light and red blood light in his eyes complemented each other, emitting magical power.
He took a step towards Tang Fan in front of him, raised his left arm at the same time, and grabbed Tang Fan at a speed that was so fast that people couldn't even blink.
not good!
Tang Fan was recovering from his injuries, but just as he was about to take the Qiankun Step, Wu Yingjie's iron-like palms had already pinched his neck.
"Birth and death, flowers falling and blooming, yin and yang reciprocating, blending into heaven and earth..."
Wu Yingjie exerted force on his palms and murmured to himself, but there was no expression on his face, as if he was truly integrated with the heaven and earth, representing the will of the sky.
"Tang Fan!"
"Tang Lord!"
Tang Fan's lover, friends, and subordinates all shouted worriedly.
Tang Fan's body was stiff with blood dripping down to his feet. If he hadn't been protected by the Panshan Sutra, his neck would have been strangled long ago.
But no matter how strong his physical body is, it is still difficult to support him when faced with a killing machine.
Tang Fan's face turned purple, his breath was vague, and his blood seemed to have drained out.
The meridians all over his body were trapped, making it difficult for Qi to circulate, and he could not even lift his hands.
Only his iron will was still struggling. He seemed to feel Wu Yingjie's hands digging into his flesh, cutting off his meridians, and breaking his bones...
But no matter how strong he was, he could never stop Tang Fan's will to live and his determination to win.
He doesn't want to die, he still has his family and his lover, and he still has to solve all the mysteries surrounding him.
"Xiaofan, you will always be the invincible Xiaoqiang!"
Mo Yan's eyes were filled with tears and she clasped her hands together tightly. All that came to her mind was Tang Fan's evil smile when he was searching for trophies, his expression full of fighting spirit, and his satisfaction when he bullied her...
"Encounter by chance on a plane, danger on a glacier, love in a cave, you will die and I will not live..."
Xiao Xuexin also murmured to herself, but there was no expression on her cold face.
"Tang Fan, if you don't die, I will always be by your side..."
Bai Jingyi stared at her red eyes and secretly made a vow.
"Brother Tang, you are the strongest man in the world. My destiny is still waiting for you to change..."
The girl in the cloak also puffed out her red lips, looked down at her plump figure, and revealed a charming smile on her lips.
"Master Tang, if you die, we will kill Wu Yingjie even if we risk our lives!"
David Lu, Xuetou, Chen Xingyu and many other subordinates secretly swore a poisonous oath.
"Die, die quickly, haha..."
Tang Gu laughed uncontrollably, with a ferocious look on his face.
Tang Tianhai looked back at him and shook his head in disappointment. He was deeply disappointed by the uselessness of his descendants.
"Will he die?"
Yao Ming looked confused...
While others were having their own thoughts, Tang Fan on the battlefield had not given up yet. His strong will was still making the final resistance, even if he only had his will left!
"die!"
Tang Fan's toughness angered Wu Yingjie's subconscious mind. He roared angrily and increased his strength.
Tang Fan's pupils were dilated and his consciousness was wavering. He could clearly feel that his life was slipping away from Wu Yingjie's hands and melting into the world...
"Kaka..."
He heard that his neck was being broken bit by bit. As long as he closed his eyes, all the pain would disappear, and he would be free from joy, anger, sorrow, and struggle in life.
His soul will abandon this broken body and fall into reincarnation, floating in the River Styx, looking for the next new body.
But is that what he wants?
No, he still has too many things to do.
I am Tang Fan, I want to pursue the great road, and I want to practice the eternal method!
By the way, I...I haven't lost my virginity yet!
Grandma, there are so many beauties and I haven’t experienced them yet. This life is such a loss!
No, I want to live, and I have to prove to them that I am not sick!
Wang Jing, I am not a weak quack, I am very strong!
Tang Fan thought he had long forgotten the humiliation Wang Jing had brought him, but this resentment was hidden deep in his heart, and it was incomprehensible that it awakened his potential vitality at this moment!
"Ouch!"
At the last moment, Tang Fan let out an unwilling roar deep in his soul.
But this roar did not come from within his body, but from nine heavens away.
The thunder rolls like a black dragon that despises all living beings!
I have purple pupil immortal eyes, I have the inheritance of the Dragon Emperor, I also have an immortal body, I... will never die!
"This kid, how long have you been thinking about women?"
In the dragon crystal space, the weapon spirit muttered depressedly.
Tang Fan opened his eyes suddenly, and his broken body suddenly shook.
His still Dantian resumed operation, the five immortal veins in the spiritual sea expanded instantly, and the golden beam of light broke through his body and shot straight into the sky!
"What's this!"
Everyone was shocked when they saw the golden light.
Even Wu Yingjie, who had lost his self-awareness, was stunned for a moment, but was instantly replaced by confusion.
This golden radiance not only possesses infinite vitality, but also absorbs all the spiritual energy from all surrounding creatures, pouring into Tang Fan's body continuously!
At this moment, Tang Fan seemed to be melted into the golden light. The wounds on his body healed visibly, and his dissipating will became stronger. His meridians and blood all ushered in
newborn.
Time seemed to have stood still, and there was only this golden pillar of light left between heaven and earth.
At this moment, Tang Fan seemed to have become the master of all living beings!
The spiritual sea inside Tang Fan's body rolled, and the spiritual energy of all things absorbed finally reached the critical point.
His spiritual sea could not support this majestic power and collapsed instantly!
"Ouch!"
With a long roar, the shadow of the sword that was floating beside the five immortal veins suddenly absorbed all the spiritual power and gradually amplified it, forming an immortal vein like a long sword.
After a long period of accumulation, Tang Fan's sixth path, the immortal vein based on swordsmanship, was finally born!
Neither broken nor established, just when his life was about to collapse, all the secrets in his body and the resentment deep in his soul finally broke out.
The spiritual sea reunited, and the six immortal veins showed vigorous power, making Tang look like he was bathing in immortal energy.
"Ouch!"
The golden sword shadow rose into the sky and slashed past Wu Yingjie's left shoulder in an instant!
"laugh!"
A bloody sword shot out, and Wu Yingjie's left arm left his body.
But Wu Yingjie still didn't give up, he opened his big mouth and bit Tang Fan!
"Next, it's my turn!"
Tang Fan felt the powerful immortal power in his body, a fierce light shot out from his eyes, he made a finger gesture, and a golden dagger appeared behind Wu Yingjie again and passed through his chest.
"boom!"
Wu Yingjie was like a deflated rubber ball, and his bulging body shrank instantly.
But he did not die, and still maintained his forward-moving figure.
"It's over!"
Tang Fan raised his hand and grabbed his neck just like he had just done to himself, squeezing it hard.
"boom!"
There was an explosion, and Wu Yingjie's neck was severed. The moment his head finally exploded, his eyes returned to clarity.
He looked at Tang Fan with relief and a hint of gratitude...