Mr. Ling stood silently in mid-air, his dark eyes flashing with a cold light.

"Sect Master, this person's strength is not below mine, his moves are strange, and he has the means to cast the Bitter Silence Heart Sword, and he is suspected to be from the Endless Strait. ”

"The subordinates are incompetent, let them chase and kill here, and hope that the sect leader will forgive their sins. ”

Yu Taiyue said softly, seizing the time to repair the injury, and wanted to join forces with Lin Fan.

"It's not your fault, don't blame yourself. ”

Lin Fan carried his hands behind his back, and there was no breath fluctuation on his body, and he was surprisingly calm.

Not far away, Mr. Ling suddenly sneered: "Do you want to stand up for your henchmen?" ”

"Even if I don't make a move now, she's going to die. ”

After that, Mr. Ling showed a playful look.

It's just that this look is hidden in the night, and it can't be seen really.

When Lin Fan heard this, he looked at Lan Taiyue, who was sitting cross-legged behind him.

Tang Taiyue noticed Lin Fan's gaze and sighed slightly.

"You have been hit by the Sword of Bitter Silence?"

Lin Fan looked at Taiyue's face.

Pale as paper, without blood.

Even when he spoke, he looked weak, and he was like two people in the past with his every move.

This is unusual.

This is still the case in the face.

"I disappointed the sect leader, my subordinates did have a curse mark on their bodies. ”

Tan Taiyue bowed slightly, and her expression was a little haggard.

Lin Fandu walked behind Taiyue, ran the Zhenjiao Divine Skill, put his hand on her incense shoulder, and investigated the condition of the curse seal.

Under this simple investigation, Lin Fan immediately discovered that there were black sword-shaped energies in Taiyue's body that were running wildly.

Lin Fan raised his eyebrows, urging the Zhenjiao Divine Skill to suck in those spell seal energies.

But after several attempts, I couldn't suck it out.

As expected.

The curse mark is not like poison, and it cannot be sucked out.

Lin Fan groaned and looked at Mr. Ling: "The Bitter Silence Heart Sword was planted by you?"

Mr. Ling's expression was gloomy: "What is it, what is it?"

"In that case......

Lin Fan raised his hand indifferently: "This seat will collect the corpse for you." ”

Before the words landed, the exertion of the end of the world made Lin Fan leave a figure in place.

In an instant, he stepped out of more than ten zhang in one step and broke out of the scope of the dragon chariot.

Lin Fan's right palm was facing the sky, and when he lifted it upward, the spiritual power of the surrounding heaven and earth frantically converged, and the stars shifted.

The snow-capped mountains beneath their feet spread out and tumbled.

A huge palm made of spiritual power emerged from the snow waves and imprinted towards Mr. Ling.

The Holy Gate is unlearned, and the palm is born and destroyed.

Mr. Ling's face was solemn, surprised that Lin Fan could launch such a stormy blow in such a short period of time.

His palms sank, and then he jerked upwards.

A snow-white handprint rushed out from the snowy mountain, and its appearance was extremely similar to Lin Fan's palm.

Almost identical energy fluctuations and moves.

When Ying Bokong saw this scene, he was obviously stunned.

Yu Taiyue said that Mr. Ling's moves are weird, is there such a copying ability?

The two palm prints struck the sky and were imprinted together in an unstoppable posture.

Violent energy exploded, and the snow waves.

Mr. Ling's attack was disintegrated, and Lin Fan's huge handprint continued to imprint in front of him.

A look of surprise appeared on Mr. Ling's face, and while his palm was rapidly sealed, his body turned into an afterimage to dodge.

A large amount of snow rose from under his feet, instantly condensing into a wall of water, resisting Mr. Ling's body.

The huge palm print slammed against the wall of water, absorbing most of the power and making a monstrous splash.

Mr. Ling's palm hit again, and another palm print that copied the birth and death of the palm edge was struck, and it was printed on Lin Fan's palm print.

Both cancel out.

A large number of water waves fell down to the top of the snow-capped mountain, and soon returned to calm.

Lin Fan's move was born and destroyed, but it was actually resolved by the other party.

Slowly withdrawing his palm, Lin Fan still had an indifferent expression.

What I just used was just the first type of origin and fate of the birth and death of the palm, so as to test Mr. Ling's strength, and I didn't think of killing with one blow.

Mr. Ling's survival under this palm is all expected.

It's just that what kind of martial arts the other party has just cast, which can evolve into the life and death of the palm.

Is this a practice similar to that of the Senluo Universe?

Lin Fan pondered in his heart, his body stood motionless on the dragon's head, and confronted Mr. Ling from afar.

"Very well, you have succeeded in arousing my murderous thoughts about you. If I have any offense, you have to accept it!"

Mr. Ling's eyes were cold, and his black robe was spotless in the bursting snow.

The battle between the two did not cause an avalanche.

But several snow-capped mountains around it have been changed beyond recognition.

The battle between the powerhouses of the Tongtian Realm is enough to change the landform of one side.

The power of the eighth realm is even more terrifying, and it is not a problem to open mountains and break rivers.

"This seat will also return this sentence to you. ”

Lin Fan's voice fell.

Mr. Ling took the lead in doing it.

He raised his palm.

A tall and mighty statue, bathed in golden light, as if the sun and moon above his head, stepping on the mountains and rivers of the earth, the ancient gods and demons descended into the world.

The appearance of the god and demon statue made Taiyue and Ying Bokong look solemn at the same time.

The god and demon statue looked at the dragon with a proud gaze, which made the three dragons panic and tremble.

Mr. Ling clenched his fist, and the movements of the gods and demons were synchronized with him, and he also clenched his fists.

The tall and mighty body stands in the snow-capped mountains, attracting people's attention, and the domineering and ferocious momentum is unobstructed, as if the ancient gods and demons are coming, wanting to sweep the nine heavens and ten earths and suppress all enemies in the world.

"What kind of martial arts is this?"

Seeing this scene, Eagle Bokong was stunned.

The six-zhang golden body of the Holy Gate in front of this statue of gods and demons is simply a small thing.

It doesn't look like a martial arts law either.

"Be careful, Master. ”

The reminder of the moon sounded.

The corners of Lin Fan's mouth hooked up a smile, and his body was rapidly running the Suppression Sect Divine Skill and Forest.

In an instant, a statue of a god and demon of the same size bathed in golden light, stepped on the snow-capped mountain, and appeared in front of Lin Fan.

This statue of gods and demons stood up to the sky and the earth, and the killing aura swept in all directions.

"This ...... How can you know my Misty Hidden Island's Phaseless Divine Skill?"

Seeing the statue of the god and demon appear in front of Lin Fan, Mr. Ling had a gloomy face and mistook the Sen Luo Wan Xiang performed by Lin Fan for the Phaseless Divine Skill.

This kind of peerless learning cannot be touched by the two inner disciples of the Fog Hidden Island.

Where did the Demon Sect Master learn it?

Mr. Ling was both surprised and puzzled.

When Lin Fan heard this, he had no intention of answering.

The attention was focused on the foggy hidden island mentioned by Mr. Ling.

This does not belong to the mainland forces, and nine times out of ten it is a sect on the Endless Strait.

Mr. Ling's origin is like that of a disciple of a maritime sect.

"With the other way, the other body, how did it become the martial arts of your Fog Hidden Island. ”

Lin Fan's tone was indifferent: "If you have too little knowledge, don't come out and be embarrassed." ”

At this moment, Lin Fan copied the opponent's moves with all kinds of things, and condensed the statue of the god and demon.

With the power of the Eighth Realm, it is easy to do all this.

"Arrogance, imposters never get on the table!"

Mr. Ling punched out.

The huge god and demon statue swung its huge fist and slammed it towards Long Yuan, wanting to kill Lin Fan and the others in one fell swoop.

Lin Fan's black hair danced backwards, and he punched in vain, imitating Mr. Ling's moves.

The gods and demons stepped forward, stepping on the waves of snow, and the momentum was terrifying.

The two giant fists slammed together, making a deafening sound.

More than a dozen snow-capped mountains around it could not withstand the sonic vibrations and suddenly collapsed, causing a large-scale avalanche.

In front of everyone's eyes, there is a scene of golden rays and white snow intertwined.

The two gods and demons roared silently, and their figures loomed in the snow.

Then, as if it had been detonated, the endless white snow rippled in all directions with the bombardment of both fists as the center, causing a wonder of heaven and earth.

Let the heavens and the earth be covered with a layer of snow.

The two statues of gods and demons shattered one after another.