Zhao Fan knew this situation, if he didn't go all out as soon as he came up, he might not even be able to die.

He didn't talk nonsense, evoked the order of life and death, floated in the air, and pronounced a sentence on himself!

Suddenly, the momentum rose and reached the peak of Yudan.

Immediately afterwards, the evil pen appeared in his hand, urging the law of the four divine beasts, and the relief carving on it disappeared from the pen and was suspended in the void.

Prajna bottles are always on standby!

It is worth mentioning that Zhao Fan was not idle when he was waiting for the end of the secret realm, and the mana stored in the bottle at this time was enough to fill the Longyang Golden Pill ten times.

At the same time, this is also the upper limit of its reserves, which cannot be more.

Zhao Fan bit the evil pen in his mouth, and with a thought, the Qingluan Broken Star Bow appeared in his left hand.

He hooked the Prajna bottle, and the two percent consumed by the summoning of the fourfold magic phase in the Longyang Golden Pill were instantly replenished, and the next moment, he was evacuated again...... Because, he cast the Great Purification Technique with the strongest defense!

After a thin transparent crystal skin floated on the surface of his body, Zhao Fan finally had a precious sense of security when facing the Seven Sacred Realms that were either you die or I die at the same time.

However, the Great Purification Technique is not infinitely usable, and once it is cast, it can work three times, each time with only a short breath.

Even if all the mana in the Prajna bottle were placed on this, it would only be enough to resist twenty-seven times.

This is still based on the premise that all the offsets are coming together, if the interval is large, the best choice is to resist the non-lethal offensive hard, and use the Great Purification Technique to resolve the offensive that will hit him hard and above.

This series of movements, before and after, less than one breath.

At the same time, the Seven Saints, who were fighting with him endlessly, also began to move.

"The person who killed you is named Pang Yong, remember this name, and you will see it in the next life." The Martial Saint said a domineering declaration while wielding the scale stabbing broadsword.

The blade has no fancy brilliance, it has the meaning of returning to the basics, but the knife momentum is like a torrent, surging and furious, and where it passes, the void is incomparably cracked and twisted!

Those who enter the sainthood with the sword path are shaped like a sword saint, and the power of this sword has already surpassed the early stage of the holy realm, reaching the middle realm, and it is even more violent than the two heavenly first-class of the Japanese sword saint Miyamoto Mamoru!

"Knife idiot Pang Yong, you're not kind, we haven't moved yet, you're the first to do it? Can't let you steal someone's head! The thin man who entered the path of the sound rhythm instantly pulled up the erhu, and one after another sounded like a horse's hooves, deafening, and the invisible shock wave made the void that had not yet healed by the big knife crack, and there were more gaps!

"When we used to work together, we were as lazy as toads, but now we are so active?" Between the hands of the Flower Demon Saint, nine pink petals appeared out of thin air, but they exuded a killing intent like destroying the world, and caught up with the attack of the first two in order to cover their ears and catch up with the attack of the first two.

However, two of the nine pink petals were shattered when they touched the knife and sonic touches respectively.

And the knife momentum and sound wave were also weakened by a point.

This is the problem of coordination, everyone wants to grab the head, and it is inevitable that there will be overlapping trajectories.

The supreme prince of the vampire, smiled softly, the wine glass was instantly full of blood, he sprinkled it upwards, then flapped his wings, and slashed at the void in front of him with a black cross three meters above the ground.

The blood turned into a group of screaming hideous bats and swept towards Zhao Fan.

The demon who looked like a young child directly threw the three-edged fork in his hand away, surrounded by terrifying black light, and the demonic aura was monstrous, and the power was only stronger than others!

The Great Confucian stroked a huge brush, and the pen walked like a dragon and a snake in cursive to write a whole war poem very quickly, and the content was something that Zhao Fan had not seen in the past, looking at its format, it should be Chu Ci that was first seen in the Warring States Period.

All the words of that battle poem, including punctuation, merged into a giant sword and slashed straight at him!