Seeing that the old man poured another bottle of Sanqing jade liquid into his mouth, it seemed that the fight just now had consumed too much of his immortal yuan.

In an instant, the dark fire was picked clean by Erlang God, and he hovered in the air not far away to look at the dusty and embarrassed Ge Fangping.

"It's worthy of Erlang Zhenjun, it's really easy to deal with small fish and shrimp like me!" Ge Fangping kept coughing with a spear, as if he would lose his breath at any time, but just looking at those eyes, he could find that there was an unyielding fighting spirit and deep unwillingness.

Since he chose to betray Heavenly Court, he has put death out of the way, and the final outcome is the question of how to die, and it is not a grievance to be able to die under the three-pointed and two-edged knife of Erlang God, but this time is too early, and he still has many unfinished tasks.

So if he had the chance, he still wanted to try to see if he could escape from Erlang Zhenjun.

But looking at the situation in front of you, it's really hard!

But it's not without chance.

Ge Fangping stabilized his body and raised the gun with both hands!

"Then try again!"

Yang Jian's eyes froze, his eyes were deep and incomprehensible, and with a sweep of the three-pointed and two-edged knife, pieces of knife light spread out, and suddenly the sky was brilliant.

Seeing this, Ge Fangping hurriedly swept left and right with his gun, his movements were not as chic as Erlang God, but he finally blocked most of the flying knife light, but there were occasional omissions, which also made his skin open and his blood stains fell on the grass.

Ye Fan thought to himself, the old man wouldn't die of excessive blood loss in the end.

Ge Fangping was still in a dilemma, Yang Jian had already moved, he knew that there was not much time, and he wanted to solve the battle quickly.

I saw him eat a long knife and swoop down and hit the old man's door.

Ge Fangping saw the high pressure suddenly, his heart was bitter, before the sword light ended, people rushed over, and the master's move was really not enough to take a moment of rest.

First, he shouted, mobilized the immortal yuan in his body, and his body vibrated out layers of white waves, vibrating the surrounding knife light, and then threw out an object from his hand, and at the moment when he touched the three-pointed two-edged knife, it actually turned into a green soft shield with a diameter of eleven or twelve meters, like a huge green bubble gum, and risked Yang Jian's weapon into it.

The old man took this opportunity to hurriedly retreat, but the pressure of the previous combo was too great, and any good immortal weapons were thrown out first.

The one in front of me is the green shield, you can unload the strength of nine thousand catties, it has the characteristics of small size and easy collection, and it can often surprise others, and it is also sticky after the injection of immortal yuan becomes larger, as long as it is trapped, it is difficult to come out, so that I can take advantage of it.

But what magic weapon, skill, and strategy all depend on who the opponent is, and the green shield is also an expedient measure to postpone, the main purpose is to hold on for a while, so that he can escape quickly, Ge Fangping also knows that this thing can be delayed for a while, even if it is good, he does not dare to step forward to provoke Yang Jian, who is deeply involved.

After taking a few more breaths and adjusting his breath, Ge Fangping didn't dare to stop and jumped up, he was about to run!

Ye Fan on the side was even more anxious to shout.

At the moment when the old man just flew up, the green shield suddenly burst into light, and a majestic aura spread out.

"Boom!"

The green shield is broken!

The green sticky object flew down, and Erlang Zhenjun deserved to be the god of war, and it only took a few breaths from being trapped to exploding.

And he has one more axe in his hand!

"Open the mountain axe!" Ge Fangping heard the movement too much, and couldn't help but glance back and exclaimed.

Even the mountains are split, and the green shield is a piece of cake at all.

Just because of an extra look.

Yang Jian stretched out a three-pointed two-edged knife in his left hand and pointed in the direction of the old man's escape, and another silver light shot out.

The speed was too fast, even if Ge Fangping had already reacted in advance, but he was a little in a hurry to dodge, and when he turned sideways, he was actually cut off the finger holding the spear, and the spear was also dropped.

The old man naturally fell rapidly due to his unstable breath.

"Bang"!

It slammed back into the ground.

The dust is rising.

I don't know if I live or die.

Ye Fan looked at the heroic scene in front of him, and his heart was shocked, scene by scene of battle, the use of magic weapons one by one is even cooler than in superhero movies, if Iron Man is placed here, he may not even be able to beat Ge Fangping.

Yang Jian put away the mountain axe, holding the three-pointed two-edged knife and slowly flew away like gray smoke.

Ye Fan thought to himself, it's all like this, if you don't die, you will be wasted, and he also mustered up his courage and walked in the direction of the dust.

In the distance, there were not only the spears that the old man had dropped, but also the three fingers he had had been cut off by the beam......

The battle was indeed unusually fierce.

Before he could take two steps, a manic wave came, and it actually blew Ye Fan back, which showed the great energy.

It turned out that Yang Jian had only approached Ge Fangping, and he still had a back move.

A huge wave of energy exploded from the center, and even Yang Jian had to hurriedly cast a spell, and a circle of light with a diameter of six or seven meters quickly formed to block the impact of this energy.

But the distance was too close, and the energy instantly shattered the aperture, Yang Jian had to retreat again and again, and in the process of retreating, he kept casting spells, forming an aperture to block the damage in front of him, and only after breaking through a dozen apertures in a row did he stabilize his figure.

There are palpitations!

At this time, the old man got up from the dust, and the spear returned to his hand at some point, but there was still blood in his hand, and even the silver pole was covered with blood.

At this time, he was wearing white hair and slumping his body, as if he was going to fall down again at any time, but he didn't, and took out a bottle of jade liquid and drank it.

Ye Fan was still far away, so although the energy impact was huge, it still couldn't actually damage him, and grabbing a thick tree trunk in the process of rushing away could be regarded as stabilizing his body.

After the energy was vented, he jumped down from the tree, and when he saw that the old man was taking drugs again, he couldn't help but scold.

Ge Fangping didn't seem to hear it, and wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth with his still intact hand, but because of Mrs. Chen, there was a black and red mark left on the corner of his mouth.

"You're not staying, you're ...... You seem to be getting weaker. Although the old man's body was unbearable, the words he said were still sonorous and powerful: "The Tianrong wave just now suddenly rose, and the distance is too close, it will indeed make you parry for a while, you can use your strength, and at most two or three spells can resist it, why did it take more than a dozen apertures to stop the decline?"

"Has the Manifest Saint True Monarch become so weak?" Ge Fangping's eyes were solemn, and he looked at Yang Jian in the distance, trying to see through from the change in his expression.

Ye Fan said in his heart: Oops! Could it be that he saw the doppelganger?

Yang Jian still looked indifferent, did not answer, and did not make other superfluous movements, thinking that in his eyes, the old man was no different from other demons, and he was not even qualified to say a word!

The three-pointed and two-edged knife was picked, not giving Ge Fangping a chance to think about it at all, and once again bowed his head and attacked him.

Ge Fangping had no choice but to pick up the spear again and passively accept it, and the two of them were fighting in mid-air again, so it was not lively.

But the momentum and effect, even in the eyes of Ye Fan, an ordinary person who doesn't know anything, is a lot weaker.

The more Ge Fangping fought, the more he had a feeling that it was nothing more than that, although he was still being restrained and suppressed, but he knew that if it was just such a level, he would not be able to capture himself alive, and he still had a lot of Mr. Pei's Sanqing jade liquid in his hands.

Of course, Yang Jian knew that he was in it, so after entangling for a while, he immediately changed his moves, and the first three-pointed two-edged knife kept suppressing the old man, and there was an extra sword not far in the air.

As if another person was operating, he drilled Ge Fangping's death hole.

Ye Fan looked amazed again and again, worthy of being the god of Erlang, he was single-minded and dual-purpose, and he could cooperate seamlessly.

Ge Fangping didn't think so, he knew that the sword in the air was called Tai'a and was extremely sharp and could cut everything.

The heart is despicable, and there are dark fires around him, attacking Yang Jian, and he himself takes off the battle situation.

Yang Jian saw the Hellfire attacking, flipped in the air, and at the same time retreated the distance, but Tai'a Sword did not have the slightest tendency to stop, but was faster, broke through the air, and flew towards the Hellfire, pointing directly at Ge Fangping.

When those flying swords came to him, several afterimages suddenly appeared, as if they were blooming, and it was difficult to distinguish which sword was real.

Ge Fangping waved his hand, and the spear was picked indiscriminately, but the flying sword was extremely fast, and he couldn't see the sword body clearly, only a red line.

With a few crisp sounds, those flying swords directly turned into pieces, but there was one behind them, making a crisp sword sound.

Hearing another "poof", the flying sword actually passed through the old man's abdomen, leaving a large hole.

Ge Fangping was hit suddenly, and his body was severely injured and he fell down.

Yang Jian, who flew into the air, looked at Ge Fangpingzhu under him through a piece of purple flame, only to see that he glanced at the big hole in his abdomen, but he just mobilized the immortal yuan to stop the blood from flowing out, and his body was still standing up slowly with a spear, his face was pale, the corners of his lips were overflowing with blood, and his pupils were faint, as if he was about to fall down at any time.

But he didn't surrender, he didn't fall, he didn't even cry out in pain, he still stood, looking at the sky in defiance.

Yang Jian's eyes finally had a different look, according to his estimate, the old man should have fallen down from exhaustion, but at this moment, he unexpectedly stood up again.