In the face of Xiao Fan's menacing Stacked Waves Thirty-six Swords, a trace of seriousness finally appeared on the Seraphim's face.

The long stick in his hand was raised high, and then he jumped forward, and then the long stick began to glow with an earthy yellow shimmer.

Ground splitting!

Seraphim snorted softly, and then smashed Xiao Fan who was rushing towards him with a stick.

Clang!

Another metal collision sounded, and I saw that the people who collided together did not quickly separate, but were like two magnets attached together.

"Get out of the way!"

Xiao Fan, whose eyes were bloodshot, suddenly let out an angry roar, and then the spiritual power on his body was violently agitated again, and he was caught off guard by the fact that the Seraphim was actually oppressed back a few steps.

However, this angered the seraphim, and he saw that his face was no longer arrogant as before, and some were just gloomy.

"Okay, okay, since you like to find death so much, then I will fulfill you. ”

The Seraphim, who was repelled by Xiao Fan a few steps carelessly, said two good words in a row, and then the aura on his body suddenly soared, and the long stick in his hand shook and quickly swept Xiao Fan away.

Without any words, as soon as the Seraphim swept away Xiao Fan, he launched a fierce attack, and the long stick in his hand was danced by him impenetrably, as if it had been divided into countless roots, and launched an offensive towards Xiao Fan from all directions.

In the face of this strange attack, Xiao Fan's eyes flashed with a hint of joy, his purpose was to force the six wings in front of him to make as many shots as possible, so as to find out some of his details, at present, it seems that he has done quite successfully, and the next thing is how to block his wave of attacks.

Thinking of this, Xiao Fan tried his best to empty his mind, carefully sensing the reality of the attacks around him, in his mind, among so many attacking figures, only one must be real, and he only needed to find out that one.

However, after sensing it, Xiao Fan's long eyebrows furrowed, and a trace of horror appeared on his face, in his induction, all the attacking figures were real, which made him very incredible.

But the unbelievable is incredible, he didn't have time to investigate the reason, the figures of the Seraphim attack had all approached him, and the next moment the attack was about to fall on him.

At this critical juncture, Xiao Fan gritted his teeth, found a figure at random, waved a long knife and slashed over.

Clang!

Hearing this voice, Xiao Fan's face was overjoyed, he didn't expect that he was so lucky, and he touched the real body with the first blow.

However, the next moment, when he felt the strong wind coming from behind him, Xiao Fan's face changed, and he hurriedly waved the long knife in his hand to block the long stick that was waving back at him.

Clang!

With this crisp sound, Xiao Fan's figure flew out upside down, and after a few heels in the air, he was once again stabilized by his aura wings.

After slowly landing on the battle platform, Xiao Fan's face was a little pale, the hand holding the long knife kept trembling, the power of the Seraphim was much stronger than he imagined, just received his blow, and the tiger's mouth was about to be shattered.

Seraphim was very arrogant, and at this time he didn't pursue, but just walked towards Xiao Fan step by step with a long stick.

"This stick is not comfortable, with your weak and pitiful strength, do you feel that your hand is about to crack at this moment, but this is after the first stick, there are many more behind, you have to enjoy it." ”

After the Seraphim finished speaking, his wings shook and rushed up again, and as before, he still made multiple figures and attacked Xiao Fan at the same time.

Looking at the exact same attack as before, Xiao Fan stood cautiously in place, not rash, he needed to carefully observe this strange attack again.

It's a pity that no matter how he observes, he can't see the difference between the figures around him, and under his perception, it seems that all the figures are real Seraphim.

In this case, the long knife in Xiao Fan's hand collided with the long stick of the Seraphim again, and without exception, Xiao Fan flew upside down again.

After stabilizing his body and standing on the battle platform again, Xiao Fan's face became even paler, just now with this blow, he felt that the force transmitted by the long stick had become greater again, and the tiger's mouth in his right hand had cracked under these two impacts, and dark red blood slowly dripped down the hilt of the knife.

This time, the Seraphim didn't talk nonsense, and as soon as Xiao Fan stood up, he immediately launched an attack, and then, the previous scene was constantly repeated on the battle platform.

After doing this more than a dozen times, Xiao Fan's face standing on the battle platform was no longer bloodless, and his right hand holding the long knife couldn't help but tremble, and the dark red blood was already stained with the blade along the hilt.

Looking at the Seraphim who attacked again, Xiao Fan's eyes flashed with determination, and when the figure of the Seraphim approached, he took a deep breath, and the spiritual power of his whole body began to boil.

Bloody Slash!

Seeing the figure of a seraphim, Xiao Fan directly launched his famous technique Blood Blade Slash, and in an instant, a blood-colored long knife with a length of a zhang appeared in the void, aiming at the target and slashing it out.

The Blood Blade Slash is based on the caster's blood, combined with the extremely condensed spiritual power, to form a blood-colored long knife, slashing towards the target, the more blood and spiritual power, the greater the power.

In the face of Xiao Fan's condensed sword, the Seraphim wanted to dodge, but if he dodged, the weakness of his own shape-shifting body method would be exposed.

Thinking of this, the Seraphim glanced at the blood-colored long knife that had been chopped over, gritted his teeth, waved the long stick in his hand, and met it with a hard head.

Clang!

During the shock of the weapon, the Seraphim was directly shocked out by Xiao Fan for the first time, and after repelling a distance in the air, he stabilized his figure.

At this moment, Seraphim's face was very gloomy, and he underestimated the power of Xiao Fan's knife, which caused him to lose his wife and break his army.

Not only was he slashed by the bloody blade on the shoulder, but he also broke the attack of his own shape-shifting and transpositional method.

In this case, the momentum around Seraphim began to condense, and he was going to end this duel full of shame for him as soon as possible.

But at this moment, a rough voice floated between heaven and earth: "In this duel, we admit defeat." ”

Immediately afterwards, without waiting for the angel clan to respond, Zhao Wu moved Xiao Fan off the Purple Gold Battle Platform with a wave of his hand, in this regard, Xiao Fan did not say anything, after releasing the blood blade, with his current situation, he really had no strength to fight again.

Of course, if he fights for his life, he may be able to catch one or two moves of the Seraphim, if Zhao Wu doesn't open his mouth to admit defeat for him, he will indeed do this, but since Zhao Wu took the initiative to protect him, then he naturally will not be bent on death.

And on the side of the Angel Clan, in the face of Zhao Wu's initiative to admit defeat, they didn't say much, anyway, a Purple Gold Battle Platform would fight at most one duel a day, and their purpose was only to win, and everything else was secondary in their opinion.

At the same time, in several other war zones with four otherworldly passages, situations similar to those of the Angel Clan Passage were constantly being staged.

The difference is that not the first fighter in each war zone can leave the war zone alive, and there is one war zone that has already died in the first battle, and that is the Demon Passage in the sixth war zone.

With the end of the first battle in each major theater, the atmosphere of the duel became more and more solemn, and everyone knew that the next battle was the most tragic.