If a master makes a move, any small detail may become the key to winning or losing, not to mention, Fang Fan's strength itself is stronger than Yan Fei.

In this disadvantageous situation, Yan Fei put a lot of effort into killing Li Changan, how could he be Fang Fan's opponent who went all out, and under the sword, he was already injured internally.

Yan Fei retreated more than 100 meters, his straight waist pole was slightly rickety, the sword qi in his body was raging, his face was like gold paper, if he didn't meditate and recuperate in time, the injury would only get worse and worse, and it was even possible to leave irreparable hidden dangers.

This is still the merit of his spiritual weapon inner armor protector, otherwise, with Fang Fan's sword just now, he would even be in danger of falling directly.

Resentfully glancing at the young man who was obviously seriously injured but smiling brightly in the distance, Yan Fei wanted to leave, however, at this time, he couldn't help it.

In Fang Fan's eyes, Li Changan was equal to countless rich rewards, but Yan Fei wanted to stumble and cut off his financial route, this kind of behavior was already an enmity in Fang Fan's eyes.

If Yan Fei was intact, he might still be a little afraid that the fish would die and the net would be broken, but now, ......

"Openly assassinate my disciples, be killed!"

Fang Fan's left hand was behind him, and his right hand was pointing at Yan Fei, with a murderous awe, obviously a strong man, but he was a little indescribably chic.

Yan Fei pestled the ground with a spear, straightened his body, tried his best to suppress the sword qi raging in his body, lifted a little spiritual power to run around his body, shook his spear, and pulled a spear.

"I don't want to die, you can't kill you!"

There are some things, since he has chosen to do them, there is no room for regret, give him another chance, and he will also choose to do so, at most more cautiously.

Every time the spiritual power operated, Yan Fei could feel the stinging pain from the meridians in his body, and this battle was not optimistic.

Fang Fan snorted coldly, tiptoed a little, stepped into the void first, saw Yan Fei's stubbornness, and deliberately embarrassed him.

Yan Fei clenched his teeth, snorted, his right leg bent slightly, followed by the forceful catapult, and stopped steadily opposite Fang Fan, if it weren't for his ugly face and the constant sweat, he wouldn't have seen that he was injured.

The two confronted each other in the air, and the killing intent filled the entire space, and the atmosphere of killing made people dare not speak loudly.

Suddenly, Fang Fan struck first, without using martial arts, he raised his sword and took the lead in breaking the peace.

Yan Fei also moved, his body was raised, and he blocked it with a horizontal spear, wanting to use the simplest and most effective way to offset Fang Fan's attack.

With a sonorous sound, the two of them came together, and the momentum of the shock overflowed, destroying a large area of grass and trees in the Shenyin Mountain below, ruthlessly taking away dozens of innocent lives who came to watch the battle, and frightened everyone to flee in all directions, and no longer dared to approach the battlefield within a thousand meters.

Even if he used the labor-saving technique, but at the first pair of fights, Yan Fei fell to the upper hand almost instantly, and the huge force crossed from the body of the gun, directly pressing him from the void to the ground, shaking out a big crater.

Yan Fei's teeth wept blood, his five organs shifted, and the barely suppressed sword qi began to go crazy again, worrying about internal and external troubles.

In this state, Yan Fei did not have any ability to resist, and in the eyes of onlookers, it was a brutal crush.

Vacated again and again, shot down again and again, there are already twenty or thirty more big craters on Shenyin Mountain, which look like potholes, and there is no longer the eye-catching of the past.

Soaring into the air again, Yan Fei's cloak spread, and his white clothes were soaked in color, extremely sloppy, only those eyes still maintained their brilliance.

The body was already in a mess, Yan Fei knew that he couldn't go on any longer, otherwise he would definitely die, and he secretly made up his mind in his heart.

Just as Fang Fan attacked again with all his flamboyance, the spiritual power in Yan Fei's body operated in a strange route, and most of his body was burned with qi and blood.

In an instant, Yan Fei's strength skyrocketed, his temperament changed greatly, and a cloud of pale red blood filled his body, overwhelming all directions.

Seeing the expression on Fang Fan's face change from teasing to shock and fear, Yan Fei's heart was infinitely happy, he stretched out his left hand and gently probed forward, Fang Fan suddenly coughed up blood as if he had been struck by lightning.

He really didn't expect that Yan Fei would actually use this secret method to forcibly increase his strength at the cost of sacrificing half of his life at the cost of burning blood qi, and directly rushed to the Heavenly Xuan Realm Ninefold Consummation.

If it was just a cultivation elevation, it would not be enough to seriously injure him, but Yan Fei actually touched a wisp of Dao intent, although it was only a trace, it was enough to make him have a qualitative leap in strength.

Falling from the void, the pain in the body was far less than the shock of the soul.

Fang Fan looked at the sky with fear, but found that Yan Fei didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue, and his blood was surging, as if he couldn't control it.

Under careful induction, it can be detected that Yan Fei's body is trembling slightly, his face is a little older than just now, among the thick black hair, white hairs are popping out, and his vitality is passing wildly.

Seeing this scene, Fang Fan's heart was settled, and he finally put his mind at ease.

Even the most general secret method can be maintained for more than this long time after use, and Yan Fei's performance shows that the condition in his body has been extremely bad, to the point that it can no longer support him to engage in any more battles.

Roughly determining this, Fang Fan's killing intent surged again, he took a deep look at Yan Fei, sat down cross-legged with his body and meditated, and inadvertently ate Yan Fei's hard blow, he was also injured in his eyes, and many bones in his body were broken.

Now that Yan Fei is no longer a threat, then there is no need for him to work hard, take advantage of the fact that he is now recuperating more, and after he recovers a little, he will naturally be able to take Yan Fei down.

Fang Fan's idea was right, but he still underestimated Yan Fei's ruthlessness, in order not to stay in this dangerous place, Yan Fei actually ignored the internal organs of a pot of porridge, and forced his spiritual power to use his spiritual power in one breath, and staggered towards the distance in the void.

At this moment, an exclamation suddenly came from the crowd watching the battle below.

Yan Fei intuitively sensed that there was danger, and hurriedly dodged, but in his current state, he couldn't dodge at all, and barely avoiding the fatal position was already the maximum he could do.

With a snort, a spiritual arrow pierced through his left shoulder, bringing up pieces of blood.

Yan Fei turned his head with difficulty, and saw that Li Changan was holding the Dragon Bow in his left hand, and his right hand was covering his left shoulder, and the wound was actually in the same position as him at the moment.

After a resentful last look, Yan Fei didn't dare to delay any longer, staggered away, and soon disappeared from everyone's sight.

At the mountain gate, Li Changan put away his longbow, and the blood hole on his shoulder was applied with elixir, which had already stopped the bleeding, but just now he pulled the bow and tore the wound again.

Li Changan tried, as long as his movements were not too violent, although the wound was still very painful, it was not unacceptable, and he gritted his teeth and passed.

The twenty-third sword was launched, and the sword wings slowly unfurled.

"Where are you going?" Fang Fan opened his eyes and looked at the dazzling sword wings behind the young man and asked, he didn't want the reward he had worked so hard to earn flew away out of thin air.

"Go and find out about it. ”

"You're not in a good state, and if you go, where can I find you, I have to take you back to Yijianmen. ”

"Elder Fang, don't worry, you can leave first after you finish adjusting, you don't have to wait for me, when I finish this matter, I will go to Yijian Gate, and I will make it clear when the time comes, I am you in charge." ”

The biggest worry was assured, Fang Fan sighed and said, "Do you have to go?"

"If he doesn't die, I can't be at ease. ”