The bead spun in the air, was held in Pan Shan's hand, and with a flick of it, an afterimage was drawn and flew towards Lin Fan.

Chasing the clouds and returning to the fog was launched, Lin Fan's figure suddenly became erratic, and he dodged the flying beads.

The bead was so penetrating that it sank straight into the ground and disappeared.

Looking at the blood qi dading suspended above Pan Lian's head, Lin Fan's face became more and more solemn, and the sound of "crackling" sounded in his body.

The aura of heaven and earth surged towards him, gathering in the pulse, and the blood qi seemed to be burned, boiling, and instantly elevated a large section.

Ding, can be attacked and defended, extremely heavy, can suppress evil, has the name of the country's heavy weapon. Since ancient times, those who have used the tripod are the strongest, with a heroic and righteous spirit, and they are proud of the others.

This kind of strange weapon is very difficult to encounter, although the power is huge, but without the right martial arts and people to teach it, it will not be able to exert one-tenth of the divine power of this weapon.

However, Pan Lin is obviously not among them, and it can be seen from the way he used it just now that he has a certain understanding of Ding, which cannot be said to be profound, but it is not inferior.

Roar!

Lin Fan jumped up, like a big peng spreading his wings, the blue thunder outside his body was raging, wrapped around his arms, and there were even more clouds and mist, covering his figure.

A dragon turned into thunder appeared behind him, it was very vague, and he could only see a general appearance, with a dragon roaring in bursts, and as Lin Fan rushed towards the bloody Dading.

Bell –

Dading was loud, the sound was like thunder, and the silver ripples in the sky appeared, Lin Fan felt that the thunder was dissipating and the energy was passing.

With a ruthless heart, he took back the eighth stage of the thunder pole, and only relied on a layer of blood qi armor to block the ripples, and the devouring power of the pulse exploded, continuously replenishing Lin Fan's consumption.

"Kill the demon in vain!"

A golden blade of light in his hand condensed, surging with divine aura, swinging forward, countless energy flowing out, and the silver ripples canceled each other.

With a wave of his hand, the light blade flew out with a golden tail flame, divided into hundreds and thousands of paths, all of which were slashed on the tripod.

It looks chaotic and has no track to be found, but every stroke is exactly in the same place.

With such a dense attack, the Blood Qi Ding couldn't hold on, and a small crack appeared.

"Ding Zhen!"

Pan Lin stepped forward, picked up a dingzu, roared angrily, used the blood qi ding as a big stick, and smashed it towards Lin Fan with the sound of whirring wind.

The eighth stage of the thunder pole was released, and Lin Fan's claws were opened, and the power comparable to the demon beast exploded, and he took the big tripod hard.

With a strong backhand press, the ground under his feet revealed a spider web-like crack, and it was sinking, and he was pressed into the ground with a thud of blood and qi.

"Get down for me!"

Dusty, Lin Fan stepped on the top of the big ding, the lightning flashed in his eyes, he made a sky-supporting, blue thunder turned white, and the next moment, a white thunder dragon rushed out.

The white dragon hovered in the air, lifelike, and even the fine lines on the scales could be seen clearly.

A dragon groan came out of the white dragon's mouth, and this time Lin Fan controlled it with all his strength and suppressed it in a certain area, increasing the effect of dizziness by several seconds.

Pan Lin really got hit, and the action that he was about to fight back also stopped, and his eyes became empty.

However, the blood qi tripod did not disappear, but automatically included him in the tripod, and the silver ripples converged and changed into a complete defensive state.

His face was cold, Lin Fan seemed to be possessed by the soul of Shura again, and his indifference was terrifying, and his attacks were all killing moves, and there was no way to spare his hands.

"It's all made me close, how can I let you turn the tables!" Lin Fan said.