At this moment, Fang Lang was like that dying beast, frantically counterattacking, exerting all his strength, stimulating all the potential suppressed in his body, looking up to the sky and roaring, the Burning Sky Knife rose into the sky, rolling all the sword intent, and issued the most powerful attack in his life!

The crimson sword shattered the desert in an instant, and endless dust covered the night sky!

The heart phantom on the golden scale had just condensed, and the terrifying sword light that was killing all over the sky had already slashed into Ye Fan's face!

He didn't flinch, let alone interrupt the trial, his whole body really exploded, and he shook the dying blow of the Sword Emperor! The providence in the dark will determine their victory or defeat, whether the Sword Emperor's sword is faster, or the soul power of the trial is stronger, the result will be decided in the next second.

Two figures, two faces, both with the absolute determination of not retreating, breaking the kettle and facing the final challenge!

Crackling -

Ye Fan's figure standing in mid-air was submerged by the blood-red sword light, and the Sword Emperor's full force blow, originating from the sword intent of the Innate Great Perfection Realm, easily broke through his body protection True Qi!

At the same time, the moment after Fang Lang took out the knife, his whole body stiffened, and his heartbeat lost his sense again!

The power of judgment will not be delayed by anything!

Fang Lang's face suddenly appeared purple and red, I don't know if it was the color reflected by the sword light, or the result of the raging qi and blood, his body was like a wind-up toy, trembling a few times, and finally a mouthful of dazzling blood, sandwiching the fragments of internal organs, spewed out!

This mouthful of blood spurted out, he staggered back with a long knife, every time he took a step, his body trembled violently, followed by a mouthful of blood spit out, and he retreated more than ten steps before he barely stood still, but there was already a long blood mark on the sand in front of him!

Bang! The figure standing in mid-air also fell at this moment, and a large hole was smashed in the sand pit, splashing up mud-like dust, which was the dirt of blood and sand congealed together.

"Haha...... Hahaha......" Fang Lang raised his head and laughed, his face was covered with piercing blood, which couldn't stop flowing from his nose.

Both sides will be lost, and they will all end up together!

This is the end of this battle!

Ye Fan propped up his body with one hand, the flesh and blood all over his body were blurred, and countless knife marks were visible deep to the bone, touching the internal organs and dantian, and hurting the root, he also suffered a heavy blow, and his life hung by a thread!

He had an epiphany at this time, if there was no Golden Scale, it would be impossible for him to defeat Fang Lang, once the other party gave up his life and urged all the cultivation, the difference of one level would determine victory or defeat!

Thunderclap!

The golden dragon danced wildly over the Sahara Desert, and the first flash of light pierced the dark night sky!

Fang Lang's laughter was even crazier and more distorted, he knew what kind of advent this was, fighting with all his might, after all, it still hooked the Thunder Tribulation!

Escape? No kidding, once the thunderstorm is activated, you can hide in any corner of the bombardment! This is more accurate than satellite positioning.

What's more, he is no longer able to support it, let alone escape, it is impossible to take two steps, he is already a dead man, his heart bursts, and there are only a few dead breaths left!

Ye Fan stretched out a finger with difficulty, he had seen the tragedy of the thunder tribulation, but now that he was seriously injured, it was also unrealistic to want to teleport and escape, he stretched out his hand and grinned at Fang Lang and stretched out his middle finger.

"...... You old wooden ......"

Click! Boom

The Nine Heavens Divine Thunder fell mercilessly, blasting down on this pair of enemies, regardless of justice and evil!

In the midst of the ten thousand thunders, the figure with a cloak laughed wildly, facing the thunder tribulation and falling! Whether it is the Sword Emperor or Fang Lang, this time no identity can be exempted from Huanghuang Tianwei!

In the endless monstrous dragon and snake dance, Ye Fan struggled desperately with both hands, trying to dock the two pieces of space-time fragments with the best spirit stones!

It was the only way he could get away with it, and there was no other way.

Time and space twisted in an instant, Fang Lang's figure had turned into ashes in that blur, and at this moment when a thousand jun was hanging by a thread, a bolt of lightning happened to hit Ye Fan's hand!

Thunderbolt is merciless!

The top-grade spirit stone shattered into ashes in seconds, interrupting the river of time against the current, and the endless darkness drowned Ye Fan's desperate eyes!

Dark...... There is only darkness......

I didn't feel anything, and even my thoughts fell into chaos, like a deep sleep, not knowing whether I was alive or dead......

In the great desert on the banks of the Nile, millions of people are doing the greatest thing in the history of ancient human civilization under the leather whip and the scorching sun, building the Egyptian pyramids on a large scale!

On a grand platform in the open air, the young pharaoh perched high on the king's chariot, calmly looking into the distance, as the small ants of the porters hauled the boulders from the mountains to this barren land, and used the power of Egypt to repair one huge mausoleum after another.

Behind the pharaoh, in a curtain of beads, lay a looming woman's delicate body, as if the curtain was hanging to listen to the government.

"Tutankhamun ......" came a woman's voice from within the curtain.

The young pharaoh turned his head, lowered his eyelids, and asked respectfully, "What do you command, Your Majesty Isis......"

"Look at the east, they seem to have found something. ”

Pharaoh Tutankhamun looked up at a water intake on the banks of the Nile, surrounded by hundreds of figures, several of whom seemed to be trying to salvage something.

"Sharuksi, go and see, and bring their findings here, whatever they are!" the young pharaoh ordered the captain of the guard beside him.

The chief of the guard, dressed in rattan armor, immediately led a group of guards to the Nile, and soon carried a charred corpse to the Pharaoh.

Looking at this black face, which was almost indistinguishable, Pharaoh Tutankhamun furrowed his handsome eyebrows, and could only vaguely see that this man was a man!

"He's dead, Your Majesty!" reported Sharuksi on his knees.

Tutankhamun waved his hand and motioned for the guards to carry the body down, and commanded, "Mummify him and bury him as the guardian of the Styx in the Tomb of Pharaoh Akhenaten." ”

Pharaoh Akhenaten, his father, has been dead for many years, but the pyramid that serves as the pharaoh's mausoleum is still unfinished, and the pyramid under construction in the desert, the one that is 80 percent advanced, is Akhenaten's mausoleum.

Unsurprisingly, the corpse will be eviscerated, filled with embalming materials made by the ancient Egyptian royal family, smeared with grease and wax, wrapped in linen, and mummified.

But just as the guards were about to carry the body away, Isis behind the bead curtain interjected softly: "Wait a minute, he's not dead." Send him to the temple, cleanse him, and give him to the priests and witch doctors. ”

A group of guards wondered in their hearts, burned like this, she was not dead, but no one dared to question the words of Pharaoh Isis, she was the king of all Egypt, and the god Ra gave her a pair of eyes of Horus, which could see all the truths in the world, and she said that if she was not dead, she must not be dead.

The half-dead body was carried into the ancient Egyptian temple and handed over to the priests and witch doctors, and when the body was washed with Nile water, the priests found that his hands were clenched into fists and could not be broken, in addition to that, he also had a bracelet on his left wrist, which was made of unknown materials.

Washed, dressed, and poured a few spoonfuls of camel milk into his mouth, the man remained unconscious, the witch doctors were helpless, and the priests had no choice but to pray to the gods for him.

When dusk comes, a team of luxurious royal vehicles arrives at the temple, which is the pomp of Pharaoh Elsis!

The lotus step moved slightly, the golden light flickered, and she waved her hand to disperse everyone, standing in front of this strange man, staring carefully.

"You're from the East......," Isis could tell from the outline of his face that it was similar to the noble blood of her paternal family.

Washed away by the scars and black ashes, the man's muscles were strong and flawless, and there was no man as handsome and masculine as him in Egypt, and Elsis's eyes moved on the undulating silhouette, and her beautiful eyes flashed.

Why did this man come to Egypt from the far east? How did he get there? Is he alone?

Elsis's eyes finally landed on his wrist, the storage bracelet that caught her interest, and his clenched fists, as if trying to tell someone what he had been through.

This is a man with a story, and his story must be very exciting, Isis thought to herself, her fingers touching his hand, trying to release his fist and see what was in the palm of his hand.

Her fingertips had just touched the cold skin, and suddenly she was grabbed by her wrist with a heavy backhand, and an irresistible force pulled her towards the altar, and the woman only had time to let out a muffled snort, and the man turned over and pressed against the altar, and an iron pincer-like hand firmly clasped her neck.

The gold ornament on top of her head fell, and a long black hair like a mirror swayed, and Isis looked in surprise at the murderous gaze in front of her.

The faces of the two were too close to each other, eye to eye, and for a while, the picture was frozen for a long time.

Finding that it was not his enemy, Ye Fan realized that he had made a misunderstanding, he let go of his hand, slowly straightened up, and was about to jump off the woman, his eyes suddenly startled, and he exclaimed: "Elsis!?"