The flame sword light that tore the sky roared down and slashed down.
Under this terrifying sword light of ten thousand meters long, Lin Fan seemed extremely small, but he had a momentum that broke through the sky and shattered the mountains, and punched upwards.
The off-white fist print broke through the air.
Star Tribulation Fist!
And it is the Star Tribulation Fist that Lin Fan did his best to condense the fist!
At the same time, the divine snail wave and the boundary marker were used directly without reservation.
At this moment, Chiyang's heart suddenly tightened.
When you practice to this level, you actually have some instinctive perception of dangers, especially the dangers involving life and death.
At this moment, a feeling of facing extreme danger arose in Chiyang's heart, even causing him to threaten his death.
This feeling has not been produced in Chiyang for more than a million years, and now, what brings him this feeling is just an ant in the realm of the second tribulation.
Chiyang felt incredible.
But this feeling was so strong that Chiyang did not dare to take risks with his life, so he carefully chose to avoid his sharp edge.
However, just as Chi Yang was about to put away the knife and dodge, his eyes suddenly became dark and a piercing pain in his head.
What shocked Chi Yang even more was that his state, which had been stable for millions of years, was turbulent at this moment!
Chiyang was completely panicked now. He felt deep inside and knew something was wrong. He endured the stinging pain in his head and shouted at his throat, "Save me, Ye Zun!"
The moment the sound rang, Lin Fan's punch had arrived.
"boom!!!"
A earth-shaking loud bang burst into the sky.
The gray-white fist seal was as powerful as a bamboo shoot, easily smashing the 10,000-meter flaming sword light that Chiyang cut out and continued to bombard Chiyang.
This punch was Lin Fan's punch with all his strength.
After that period of breathing adjustment, Lin Fan was enough to shoot out all his strength.
At this time, Chiyang had recovered his vision.
What caught his eye was the gray-white fist mark that made him feel terrified.
My life is over!
As the fist marks got closer, Chi Yang was shocked.
But just when Chi Yang was desperate, a black light burst out from the side and shot accurately on the fist mark.
"Bang!"
The fist seal and the black light collided with a loud bang, like a comet hitting the earth, with a terrifying momentum. The surging and terrifying energy storm swept up in the sky and drove it away in the stunned eyes of Chiyang.
With the explosion as the center, the space in a radius of 1,000 meters will be completely annihilated.
And there is also an extremely terrifying corrosive energy that corrodes a large area of space to a lot of holes.
Chiyang was flew out by the aftermath of the explosion, like a kite with broken strings, and kept flying backwards for tens of thousands of meters before stopping.
As soon as he stopped, a large area of space behind him collapsed rapidly, while Chiyang spewed out a mouthful of blood, and his body shook twice, shaking.
The long flame sword had already flew out of his hand, and I don’t know where it flew.
Half of his body was covered in blood, and it was injured by the power of the explosion.
His face was full of horror.
Just the aftermath of the explosion caused him to be seriously injured. If that punch really hit him, there would be no life.
What kind of monster is this Lin Fan?
He was obviously just a false saint of the second tribulation, but he was able to launch such a terrifying attack, and in such a short time, he could actually hit twice in a row!
fear.
Deep fear.
At this moment, not only Chiyang, but also Bing Jue, Jue Chen, Jun Xiaoyao and others were shocked.
Chiyang is very miserable, but when others put themselves in their shoes, if they were in Chiyang's position, they would probably not do better than him.
"You are that Lin Fan? Haha, I underestimated you." Ye Wuqing said slowly behind his back with his hands.
It was Ye Wuqing who took action just now and blocked Lin Fan's punch.
Otherwise, Chiyang will die!
Lin Fan pulled back and opened the distance. Instead of answering Ye Wuqing's words, he looked at Chiyang and teased: "Is this the so-called Temple Saint? Haha..."
The word "hehe" is extremely ridiculous.
Chiyang was instantly broken.
"A child with yellow mouth can only show off his tongue!" Chi Yang was shaking all over, not knowing whether he was angry or was injured too seriously.
Lin Fan glanced at him with a look of disdain and said, "You have no choice but to speak here!"
"You!" Chi Yang felt that the blood and blood that had just been suppressed swelled up again, and blood suddenly spilled out of the corners of his mouth.
Ye Wuqing narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Lin Fan and said, "You have to kill someone, you have to kill your heart. What a cruel method, you..."
Before Ye Wuqing finished speaking, Lin Fan punched him.
"Just fight, fight, talk a lot of nonsense." Lin Fan said in a deep voice.
Ye Wuqing's eyes instantly became gloomy, and he waved a black light.
The black light quietly traveled through space, with an extremely fast speed.
Lin Fan's pupils shrank, and he did not dare to be careless, so he quickly dodged and dodged.
Just as he did not dodge, the black light almost shot towards him.
A "hissing" sound suddenly came from behind Lin Fan.
The large area of space was actually corroded by the black light.
Lin Fan's eyelids hopped, he looked down and saw that the black light had a light brown mark on his side waist.
This is because Lin Fan is quick and avoids the black light. If he is hit by him, the terrible corrosive energy may not be able to withstand Lin Fan's current physical strength.
The location where Lin Fan dodged was exactly where Bing Jue was.
Bing Jue's eyes turned cold, and an ice thorn appeared on both hands at the same time, so he was about to attack Lin Fan.
Ye Wuqing said, "You go and talk to our old friend about the past. I will deal with this little flea."
After saying that, Ye Wuqing raised his hand and slapped Lin Fan.
"Yes, Ye Zun!" Bing Jue naturally did not dare to disobey Ye Wuqing's will. After nodding slightly, she shouted to Jun Xiaoyao and the other two, "You four, come on! Fix them!"
Upon hearing this, Jun Xiaoyao, Tian Wuya, Wen Renzizai and Su Yu's faces suddenly became a little ugly.
I was cursing Bingjue in my heart.
This is to use them as cannon fodder.
To be honest, they felt a little relieved when they made them attack Mo Yuan and others.
Although Mo Yuan and the others were the losers of the saints at dusk, even after millions of years of the battle, Jun Xiaoyao and others were still vivid in their minds, especially Mo Yuan's strength, which was even more in their hearts.
Left a deep imprint.
In those days, let alone fighting, Mo Yuan only needed one look to suppress Jun Xiaoyao and others, so that they dared not have any abnormal movement.
The name of a person, the shadow of a tree.
Even if millions of years have passed, it is still the case.
"You little girl, I'll come to accompany you!" The ancestor of Wanmo shouted, holding the ancient wilderness god Yaoshi halberd and shot out, attacking Bingjue.
During its explosion, its momentum rose rapidly like a rocket.
When the ancestor of Ten Thousand Demons came to Bing Jue, he had reached the realm of True Saint!
Restored his peak cultivation.
"Hahaha! You little girl, I've been unhappy for a long time!" The ancestor of Ten Thousand Demons danced wildly, like a worldly demon god. The golden light of the ancient wild god Yaoshi halberd in his hand rose sharply, and he smashed it hard at Bingjue.
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As the eptuagint fell, a large area of space burst instantly, and cracks appeared like spider webs.
Bing Jue's face was like thousands of years of ice, and his eyes emitted a captivating chill. He shouted softly, holding the ice thorns in his hands, and stabbed upwards at the same time.
Two cold lights roared out like two ice dragons.
The next moment.
"clang!"
A loud bang.
The ancestor of Ten Thousand Demons attacked fiercely, and the golden trident hit Bing Jue's two slender ice thorns.
Time seems to set.
On one side is the ancestor of Ten Thousand Demons who are like an iron tower, holding the ferocious and domineering ancient wilderness gods.
One side is the petite Bing Jue, holding a handful of ice thorns less than half a meter long in both hands.
The contrast is huge and has a very visual impact.