The blade of the embroidered spring knife, the moment it touched the Dao rune, it suddenly became blazing. Yang Fan's eyes were sharp, and he understood that if this knife failed to succeed, he would be hanged and beaten. The spirit rune broke open and strangely divided into two spirit blades, one in front of the other, one after the other, and hit Yang Fan's body hard.

Burst!

Yang Fan's body immediately had two more blood marks. But fortunately, the magic phase entered the knife, and most of the power of the spirit rune had been broken, so it was just some skin injuries. With a twist of his wrist, the embroidered spring knife of this matter no longer had the slightest resistance, and stabbed towards Lao Dao's abdomen.

A cut was made, and a glimmer of luster appeared on the robe, but it still couldn't stop the embroidered spring knife that was like a bamboo.

Lao Dao finally showed a hint of horror, put his hands against the strange long knife, and retreated backwards. At the same time, a spirit rune flew out of the robe again. After living for so many years, there is always a precautionary situation, this drawn Dao talisman, under the push of the old Dao's internal force, came directly towards Yang Fan.

In the face of that spirit rune, Yang Fan did not retreat but advanced. The moment Hitomi Flame was extinguished, he clearly saw the spirit rune that was only a foot away from him. The internal force in his dantian was no longer enough to light up the pupil flame, but the knife was still blazing.

Sting!

A scorching talisman slashed across his left shoulder, not piercing his heart. Yang Fan's calculations were very accurate, and at the moment when he was about to arrive, his body moved a step to the right, which was a short step, allowing him to avoid the fatal blow. However, his long knife, which had already touched Lao Dao's abdomen, still didn't listen, and the embroidered spring knife clenched in both hands tried hard to pierce Lao Dao's abdomen.

The knife surface lit up with bright stars. Lao Dao grabbed the blade's hands, and at this time there was already crimson blood left. Stained with the whole embroidered spring knife.

Laugh at!

Finally, in that most brilliant mist. It was also the moment when the light was blazing to the extreme, and the embroidered spring knife pierced straight into Ziyang's abdomen like stabbing into a rotten wood. Ziyang's face stiffened, and he immediately slapped his withered hand, slapping Yang Fan more than a foot away.

The old Dao Yu Wei was still there, and his palm power drilled into Yang Fan's body like an ant. A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth in an instant, staining his white teeth with blood. Yang Fan smiled weirdly, because he succeeded, and successfully stabbed the knife into Lao Dao's abdomen. The moment he went backwards. The long knife was dimmed, but a trail of blood was still splashed on his face.

It was definitely a successful sneak attack. Yang Fan fell on the boulder, and was shocked to the point that his whole body was dripping with blood, but he still looked at Ziyang Lao Dao with mockery. He succeeded, and although he might end up dying at the hands of Ziyang, he did it. Under the hands of the Innate Realm, Yang Fan actually hurt him violently!

"Damn, it's so badly injured." The internal force of the old way works. The blood from the wound slowly stopped. The internal force in the hand alternates between the phantom dragon and the tiger, flickering bright and dark, such a serious injury, if it is an ordinary person. It should have died a long time ago, and this old way actually held on. Lao Dao covered the wound with his left hand and smiled coldly: "I have to admit it." You're really good. ”

Yang Fan didn't listen to the old dog's boring words of the winner comforting the loser, but stretched out his hand. Picked up a stone indiscriminately and threw it at Ziyang Lao Dao's face. Yang Fan's strength is still very strong. It was directly smashed on the right side of Ziyang Lao Dao's face, scraping out a red mark.

"Hmph."

Ziyang didn't laugh angrily, and said: "Ants can only be ants, and they will use indiscriminate means." Now you can die, if you die, the monk will have to die, and the two old immortals will have no problem. Oh, that dog can't die, and you have to let him go and mourn your good master. ”

Ziyang Daoist seemed to want to humiliate Yang Fan, and said, "Just like your old antique master, you are always so pretentious. As a result, I still have to die. Your master's generation, he really lived the most brilliant life, so, you can't grow up, this is the idea of all Jianghu people, he can't go against it, and you can't either. ”

",." Yang Fan sneered and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "This bullshit, if you dare to say it to Bu Laodao yourself, you will be counted as a kind, competing with a junior like me, hehe, a bad seed!" ”

The little internal force left in Yang Fan's body seemed to be blending into the wound, forming a thin layer of blood. There was a crazy popping sound from the pine forest, but Yang Fan couldn't see what was going on, so he could only lie on a boulder and slowly adjust his breathing.

If the fish wants to hurt the dragon, it needs to do its best, maybe it can bite the dragon, but if the dragon wants to kill the fish, it only takes a slap. Such a gap is definitely not something that can be made up by any exercises, and the strength is absolutely crushed, just like a mountain. Even if Yang Fan tried his best tricks, coupled with the help of the law and the flame of the pupils, he still didn't really succeed.

"Teacher, don't go to the handle yet." When the white-clothed monk saw Yang Fan lying on the boulder, his eyes were full of surprise and shock, and when he saw the injury in Ziyang's abdomen, he was even more shocked, what was it that injured the old Taoist so badly.

The herald's eyes were uncertain, and he seemed to have struggled for a moment, but finally snorted coldly and did not speak.

"I've been grinding with you long enough. After you go back, Lao Dao will definitely use your skills to motivate his disciples. The dragon and tiger behind the old road roared and smashed towards Yang Fan.

"Damn." Seeing that Yang Fan was about to die, the white-clothed monk shouted, slapped Huang Shen Dading away with one palm, and flew towards Yang Fan, "Master, if my apprentice has a mistake, don't think about retreating!" ”

Ziyang Lao Dao saw the white-clothed monk flying in, and the dragon and tiger phantom directly pressed down.

Yang Fan's body was fixed on the boulder, and the broken hair on his forehead was scattered by the incoming wind. The golden lotus in the chest seemed to feel the threat of life, and the phantom of the golden lotus, which had just bloomed because of the thousand-year-old snow lotus, withered again in an instant.

The surging internal force was fed back to Yang Fan's dantian.

Yang Fan's pupils shrank, I can't die yet, I can't die yet! One after another air currents began to escape from Yang Fan's body, and the Dharma phase in his body became more condensed under the feedback of the golden lotus, as if a true god had descended into the world. Suddenly, Yang Fan felt that all the coercion had dissipated, and his fingers moved subconsciously.

Yang Fan propped up the boulder with both hands behind his back and looked up into the black sky. The three dharma phases are more than three zhang, just like the real body. The Zhenwu Emperor who stepped on the Xuanwu turtle was deep blue.

Holding Ruyi and carrying a golden sword, the Donghua Emperor has a momentum like the sky, and the surrounding is heroic and righteous, and the golden light is shining.

There is also a Buddha Vajra, with a solemn appearance and a murmur of scriptures in his mouth.

For a time, the entire Hangu Pass, like day, was brilliant. No one knows what happened. (To be continued......)