"Big Heavenly Steward!" Fang Yan's disappearing figure suddenly appeared behind the old man. "Big Heavenly Steward" was used again. The old man who was chasing the blood field wildly reacted extremely quickly. He suddenly turned around and raised his palm.
I was impressed with the magical golden energy, and at the same time, Fang Yan's figure had long disappeared again.
When he was fighting against the "Big Heavenly Skill", the old man's body trembled a few times as Fang Yan expected. Fang Yan's figure appeared in vainly on the old man's side, and he had already calculated a punch to hit the storefront.
The old man's face was moved, and he shouted loudly. Threads of Taoist patterns appeared from his body, resolving the attack that Fang Yan had calculated again. Fang Yan's face was cold and he was not discouraged. He gave up directly, his figure flashed again, and appeared again.
On the other side, the sacred mountain that had shrunk several times rushed towards the old man. The old man turned again, raised his old palm and slapped it straight away.
"Old dog! Go and die!" Almost at the same time, Fang Yan appeared behind the old man coherently. The black dagger was already in his hand at some point and stabbed it into the old man's chest.
All of this came so suddenly and fiercely, almost happening between a breath, without giving the old man time to breathe, which is also the consequence of forcing Fang Yan to be impatient.
The old man resisted three times in a row, which was amazing. When Fang Yan's dagger was about to touch the old man's body, the old man felt the danger keenly, roared in anger, and his Taoist patterns suddenly flashed again.
When you get closer, Fang Yan can clearly see the complex and terrifying lines on the Taoist patterns, a trace of terrifying aura almost surrounded by the tip of his nose.
Fang Yan's face was extremely cold, his pupils shrank a few times, he gritted his teeth, and said intimately: "Fight!" The speed of blood circulation in his body increased again, and the blood crystal almost turned into a whirlwind, spinning rapidly, and powerful one after another.
The extremely domineering power of war blood was crazy output. Fang Yan's body was flashing with a layer of brilliant purple light, which perfectly merged with the surrounding purple space. His hand holding the dagger did not shrink at all, and he was afraid.
Those Taoist patterns were poking away unceasingly.
At this moment, the dagger seemed to feel the encounter with a strong enemy and became excited. The black evil aura overflowed and trembled violently.
"Puchi!" The moment the dagger and the Taoist pattern touched, Fang Yan suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, his arms collapsed, and his flesh became blurred. It was a vast power, except in the Killing God Mountain.
Fang Yan had encountered the most powerful energy, and Fang Yan's facial features condensed together fiercely, gritted his teeth suddenly, opened his mouth and roared: "Ah!"
The purple space trembled a few times with the roar, and then a surge of pressure rushed towards the old man. This sudden change shocked the old man and his mind was confused. It was this gap. Fang Yan's face was blue.
He was furious, his eyes were red, and his arm holding the dagger suddenly pushed forward again!
"Swish." A sound of slightly breaking through the flesh sounded, and it was heard in Fang Yan's ears, as wonderful as the sound of nature. Fang Yan made a spurt to exert all his strength, and his muscles were instantly tangled and tense.
His arm was pushed back again: "Go to death!"
"Hissing." Half of the dagger was sank into the old man's chest, and the rich black evil spirit rushed into the old man's chest desperately. The old man finally reacted, and a look of pain and anger appeared on his face.
He quickly raised his palm and patted Fang Yan's shoulder. Fang Yan wanted to insert the dagger into the old man's chest in one go. He was unable to react for a while and was shot straight, and blood was squirting wildly.
Then he pulled the black dagger and left the old man's side and was photographed flying far away.
This series of nearly extreme attacks consumed so much that it almost emptied all the energy in Fang Yan's body. Nearly ten feet away from the old man, Fang Yan barely stopped and covered his right hand with the blood-soaked ragged.
The left shoulder was trembling slightly, with a painful expression on his face, but a look of joy flashed in his eyes. His calculations were not wrong, and he finally stabbed the dagger into his body and turned it completely.
The situation! Although I was seriously injured and almost all the internal organs in my body were displaced, it was all worth it!
"With the uniqueness of the dagger, the black evil spirit has invaded his body, and he can't hold on for long." Fang Yan looked at the old man and thought to himself.
As expected, as Fang Yan expected, just a few breaths appeared on the old man's face, especially the wound on his chest, his flesh had long been eroded by the black gas, and even the blood left behind was black.
In this case, he would never last long, but, I have to say, he was also convinced. If an ordinary monk was stabbed by a black dagger, he would be completely eroded and turned into ashes.
After persisting for so long, I still stand proudly!
The old man's face was twisted, as if he was suffering from extremely painful torture. His face became darker and darker, and his skin gradually turned black. "Ah!" the old man yelled, as if
It was painful and seemed to be angry. Looking at Fang Yan's eyes were as terrifying as a demon, as if he was about to swallow him alive: "What a powerful death aura, and a powerful evil aura, what exactly is it?"
"Hmph, wait for death, the old dog!" Fang Yan faced each other coldly, letting the sweat on his forehead slide.
"Bastard, I will definitely tear you into pieces! With this little evil spirit, I want my life? Dream!" The old man roared wildly, and then his body suddenly covered with mysterious Taoist patterns.
The white light flashed continuously, and then a scene that surprised Fang Yan happened in front of him.
I saw a faint black air float out of the old man's skin, and a little disgusting black liquid penetrated out, emitting a strong dead air and murderous aura. What is this the black evil aura?
He actually forced out the black evil spirit with his own Taoist patterns?
Fang Yan's face changed, and he immediately gritted his teeth, grabbed a fairy-grade herb from the sacred mountain, stuffed it directly into his mouth and chewed it quickly. In an instant, a large amount of extremely pure energy followed.
The throat rushed into the body wildly, and the already tired blood in the body suddenly surged and jubilant, like a crazy snatch, quickly absorbing this energy.
At this time, Fang Yan didn't care how precious the immortal herbs were. He only knew that if the old man in front of him successfully forced out the black evil spirit, his situation would become very dangerous again. He must
Restore some fighting blood power to interfere with the old man and deal with the old man. In this way, he has absolute certainty that he can be completely invincible until he kills the old man here!
He has recovered some of his combat power. Even if the old man really forces out the black evil spirit, he will not be able to change his fate of death! Because Fang Yan is sure that in his absolutely isolated field, the old man cannot feel the outside world at all.
None of the power of the body would be supplemented by a trace of spiritual energy. He is now completely consuming himself, just like a stagnant pool, using a little less. Even if the most powerful person is not able to replenish, he will be exhausted and exhausted.
At that moment, Fang Yan didn't believe how long he could last, let alone when he was seriously injured and "internal and external troubles"?!
Feeling the power of fighting blood in his body soaring wildly. In a short period of time, it was no longer so empty. Fang Yan no longer hesitated at all, and his body disappeared in vain and appeared in the old man's place in the blink of an eye.
He lifted the dagger and slashed it directly next to him.
As early as when Fang Yan swallowed the herb, the old man felt something was wrong and immediately became alert. At this time, Fang Yan suddenly attacked, and he was prepared. While forcing out the black gas from his body, he quickly swung out.
The pattern of the rolling pattern is round.
Fang Yan was not angry, nor did he fight hard. His body suddenly flashed and appeared in another direction again. In the same action, the old man changed his mouth in time. Fang Yan curled his lips, his body flashed again, but he still looked the same,
He was too lazy to change his tricks. His purpose was not to kill him strongly, but to make him unable to rest and consume him quickly.
"Old dog, you'll be exhausted!" Fang Yan sneered in his heart. Just counting breaths, his figure turned at least a dozen times, and he didn't change any moves during this period. If he had the chance, he would stab him if he could stab him.
, if you don’t have the chance, you will never force yourself. You will resolutely change your position, which made the old man extremely angry.
As time went by, the old man's heart turned from anger to anxiety. During this period, he did not calm for a moment, the Taoist pattern was not extinguished for a moment, and the spiritual power in his body was consumed and lost in a crazy way, and a lot of spiritual power was spent.
He can't resist the black evil spirits in his body, and he can't get any replenishment. Even if he has the fifth level of a saint, his body is like a vast ocean, and he can't resist such consumption. Now he finally knows that Fang Yan is entangled with him like this.
The real purpose was, and while he was frustrated, he couldn't help but curse Wu-shame in his heart!
Little did he know that compared to his sneak attack on Fang Yan, he was more ashamed than Fang Yanwu!
Looking at the old man whose expression had changed significantly, Fang Yan knew that he had guessed his purpose, but Fang Yan was not anxious. After such a long time of fighting, Fang Yan not only did not have the tendency to exhaust himself, but instead had the blood of fighting in his body.
The more and more strength he recovered, he became more and more confident in dealing with him! He had to exclaim hard, the immortal herbs can really be called the word "immortal", and it is definitely not comparable to the rare herbs!
"Old dog, haha, just wait for death!" Fang Yansheng was sure to hold it, and he couldn't help but feel relieved and laughed sarcastically, but the frequency of the attack did not slow down at all. It's been so long, and he has been using it.
With that same move, this is completely naked-naked contempt, naked-naked humiliation, I don’t take the old man seriously at all. If you hit you, you don’t need to change your moves!