"Fang Xianyun ......"

Looking at the tragic figure of the man who sacrificed his life to fight, Meng Fan, who was rarely distracted in danger, kept his chest rising and falling at this time, his breathing was short, and his vision was blurred.

In his eyes, that man is no longer the master of a palace, not a powerhouse beyond the immortal realm, but a father, an ordinary and great father, for the sake of his son, he put life and death out of the way, killing gods when he encounters gods, and killing demons when he encounters demons.

Fang Xianyun turned to look at Meng Fan, his eyes were stained with blood, and blood and tears flowed!

Old wounds and new wounds are greedily devouring this man's life!

But he squeezed out a smile on his face, as if to say, son, Daddy is fine!

Meng Fan suddenly saw the shadow of his father Meng Qingshan, a pair of rag shoes, a medicine box, and two legs, walking on the road of medical treatment for decades, with white temples, bent spine, and broken legs...... But it supports the whole family and keeps the family safe.

Uncontrollable tears, ticking and falling.

"I'll get you out!"

Meng Fan's black hair suddenly turned as white as frost and snow, the white-headed sword in his hand trembled violently, the humming sound was piercing, and there was a strong wind attribute true qi beside him that was rapidly circulating, and then with a bang, the air burst, and Meng Fan disappeared in place!

Fang Xianyun actually couldn't see things clearly.

He was bleeding from the seven orifices, his vision was blurred, his hearing was also blurred, and he only relied on his instinct to resist the thick, seemingly endless sword cloud, and every sword in it was transcendent immortal, and he was fighting countless powerhouses beyond the immortal realm with his own strength!

It's a miracle that he's been able to hold on until now!

"Son, son!" Suddenly sensing a familiar aura appearing beside him, the bleeding man frantically swung his fist forward, and one after another violent waves of qi crushed out, causing the sword cloud formation to appear temporarily scattered, his right hand groped beside him, his palm opened and closed, as if he wanted to grab something, "Son, son, dad is blowing big words again, dad can't actually cover it, you run, run!"

Blood and tears kept falling in his eyes, and his heart was burning.

In the short time when Meng Fan recalled the Soul Pill, he almost used what he had learned in his life, in front of him, the ground was a mess, covered with countless potholes, from which there was a thick murderous aura, and countless mutilated small swords that had not yet collapsed were thickly spread on the ground, trembling and humming, like dying fish and shrimp on the shore!

But behind him!

The ground is level, not affected by the battle in the slightest!

Because behind him is his own son!

His hand finally grabbed a hand and shook it hard, as if he was holding the most precious thing in his life, and suddenly he pushed that hand back: "Son, Dad has embarrassed you, Dad has defeated, you ...... quickly"

"Fang Xianyun!"

Meng Fan screamed bitterly, dragged Fang Xianyun to his back with one hand, and carried Fang Xianyun to run frantically, because the speed was too fast, the air behind him emitted a series of explosions, dragging out a long puff of smoke and dust!

The blood on Fang Xianyun's body spilled into the fierce wind.

"Fang Xianyun!

"You're not ashamed!"

"You weren't beaten either!"

"You win, we all win!"

A shout came out of Meng Fan's mouth!

No one saw him at this time, bleeding from his mouth and nose, the top of his head with white hair, bubbling with thick white gas, because the speed was too fast, his trouser legs had already cracked, his two shoes were lost, and the soles of his feet were full of blood!

This is Meng Fan's desperate and costless consumption of cultivation, vitality, essence blood, and soul power...... The maximum speed you can exert!

If Ji Feng was here, he wouldn't dare to compete with Meng Fan!

The old people often say that in the event of a disaster, if someone's shoe is lost, that person will almost die.

Meng Fan had no shoes at all, his body was like wind and smoke, he arrived at the cave wall in the blink of an eye, and then climbed rapidly along the cave wall!

The layers of thick sword clouds, with a snort, chased after the two of them!

Fang Xianyun hung on Meng Fan's back, still waving his fists and palms to the back again and again, regardless of consumption, blocking the sword cloud that was chasing and killing their father and son, and the rumble kept ringing!

With the power of the anti-shock, Meng Fan was faster!

The black shadow at the bottom of the cave spoke for the first time in great horror: "You can't take it away, you can't take anything away......"

Click!

Meng Fan carried Fang Xianyun on his back, and his feet landed on the sixth layer of the platform!

Behind them, the sword cloud erupted from below like a fierce wave, and rolled towards the two of them overwhelmingly, comparing the two of them to each other, like two little ants.

The shadow broke away from the bottom of the cave and stood above the waves!

His eyes radiated a blood-colored light, and he stared at the two of them indifferently!

"Son......

"Fang Xianyun, don't speak!" As soon as Fang Xianyun spoke, Meng Fan interrupted in a deep voice, "Don't try to do stupid things, here is my battle!"

Meng Fan took a breath and clung to Fang Xianyun's legs, for fear that he would break free from his back and die, while continuing to run wildly!

In the blink of an eye, they left the sixth platform and entered the fifth, leaving an irregular string of bright red footprints behind them......

The black shadow stood on the black sword waves, following him like a shadow.

Even though it hasn't done anything yet, the terrifying aura that can emanate from it sends chills down its spine and horror down its spine!

As strong as Fang Xianyun, under the indifferent gaze of that black shadow, his fists couldn't help but tremble!

That's a fear of absolute force!

Thundered!

Suddenly, a heavy sword wave spilled down on the head!

Meng Fan squirted another mouthful of blood, increased his speed by another layer, and rushed out of the shroud of the sword wave!

Although the sword wave did not hurt the two of them, the violent qi wave that burst out from the impact on the ground still made Meng Fan's footsteps stagger, and he almost fell to the ground, and countless small swords of the Observation Realm floated up from the ground, sneering and chasing after the two!

Fang Xianyun didn't care about the cost, and punched the back several times!

Meng Fan clearly sensed that Fang Xianyun's aura was already extremely sluggish, as if he was carrying a dead man on his back now, Meng Fan hurriedly extracted some wood attribute true qi and poured it into Fang Xianyun's body!

Meng Fan is not afraid of death, since he left Pig's Trotter Mountain and debuted, he has encountered countless life and death crises, how could he ever be afraid?

He knew that he couldn't be afraid, and the more afraid a person was of death, the more he would die.

But this time he was scared.

It's not that I'm afraid I'll die here.

is afraid that Fang Xianyun will die with him!

This poor man really deserves a few good days......

"Fang Xianyun, we really won this time, I got a good thing from below, the Soul Pill!" Because of maintaining the limit speed at all costs, Meng Fan was bleeding all over his body, but his smile was bright, which was very inconsistent with the current situation, "The Soul Pill is a good thing, as long as we successfully escape and refine into the Soul Pill, mine, yours, our good days will come...... Hold on, hold on!"

Under Meng Fan's rapid flying, Fang Xianyun's head shook up and down, and he opened his lips vigorously: "Son, in fact, now is a good day for my father, a good day for my father, my son is carrying my father on his back, and it is the first time I have carried my father...... Father...... So happy......"

Fang Xianyun was so easily satisfied.

The next moment, he raised his hand weakly and ran his fingers past his mouth.

A bloody light appeared from his hand!

The momentum on Fang Xianyun's body rose rapidly, and with a wave of his hand, a blood-colored sword light of dozens of zhang slashed violently towards the rear, destroying the withering and decaying!

Fang Xianyun pressed against Meng Fan's head and whispered, "Son...... You're so handsome to run......"

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