At this moment, Yang Fan knew that he had reached the moment of life and death.

Zhou Litian is a master of the martial arts realm, and he suddenly made a secret sneak attack, which was extremely powerful, and there was a kind of autumn wind sweeping the leaves between one palm, and he wanted to kill Yang Fan with one palm.

He is holding the intention of killing people and killing people, and there is no proof of death.

With that palm attack, Yang Fan immediately felt a thick threat of death, and a powerful coercion erupted from Zhou Litian's body.

Yang Fan was so oppressed that he could barely breathe, and ordinary martial apprentice realm cultivators could hardly move for half a minute in front of Zhou Litian.

But Yang Fan was different, first he absorbed the medicinal power of Tiangang's quenching body divine liquid, and then devoured the dark demon iron, making his physical body continue to grow stronger, reaching the level of the Nine Heavens of the Martial Disciple Realm, and finally, Yang Fan successfully absorbed the Red Flame Demon Fire, not only the soul was refined, but even the physical body was further improved under the tempering of the Red Flame Demon Fire, and the simple physical body, Yang Fan was already comparable to the powerhouse of the Martial Master Realm.

But seeing that Yang Fan shouted in vain, he concentrated with all his strength, and the Imperial Dao Tyrant Fist blasted out directly.

Bang dang.

As if it was the sound of striking iron, Yang Fan was knocked out by a punch, he fell heavily more than ten meters away, and climbed up in embarrassment, with blood still in the corners of his mouth, Zhou Litian raised his eyebrows suddenly, obviously he didn't expect that Yang Fan could still live under his punch, it was a miracle that it was not big or small.

Zhou Litian's body trembled, and he was about to step forward to kill Yang Fan again, Yang Fan immediately shouted, "Zhou Litian, you are so vicious, you actually spew blood, that scarred face was obviously killed by you with the forbidden weapon Dragon Slashing Sword, why are you slandering me?"

"What?" Howling Sky Wolf's face suddenly turned cold, and his body exuded an eerie and ferocious aura of a cautious person, which made everyone present feel cold, this person's cultivation was too terrifying,

Zhou Litian sneered, "I killed it, Yang Fan, you are embarrassed to say this kind of thing, it was Scarface who was your sneak attack, and a sword split him in half, all of us can see it, otherwise, you can ask the rest of the people."

"You..." Yang Fan's face sank, and the rest of the people were all with him, so he was naturally speechless.

"Is that so?" the Howling Wolf looked at everyone with a gloomy gaze. Everyone was awe-inspiring, and the pressure in their hearts was very heavy, but there was more grievance, thinking that they were all born in the Qingyang Sect and other immortal sects, and they all cultivated to the martial arts realm at a young age.

But the situation is lower than people, it doesn't mean that this is the case, Wan Qing's eyes flashed, and he hugged his fists and said, "That's true, we will never cover up such a thing."

"Little brother Yang Fan, my sister wants to keep you, but you killed Scarface, for the sake of everyone, my sister can only kill her relatives in righteousness" Liu Meijiao said with a charming face, and a pair of beautiful eyes looked at Yang Fan without blinking. 、

"Whoever kills my brother will not die well" The Howling Sky Wolf's face was gloomy and terrifying, and his fists crackled, as if he wanted to kill Yang Fan.

At this time, Yang Fan's heart completely sank to the bottom, and he knew in his heart that since he was taken out as this scapegoat, there was a chance that eight or nine out of ten would die here today, his cold eyes were patrolling Zhou Litian, Wan Qing and others, and his heart flashed with murderous intentions.

"Yang Fan doesn't need Brother Xiaotian Wolf to make a move, I can kill it" Seeing that Xiaotian Wolf seemed to want to make a move, Zhou Litian stepped out, and a cold color flashed in his eyes when he looked at Yang Fan, his clothes were fluttering, handsome and extraordinary, but the faint curvature on his face made people feel creepy.

"Whoosh......"

"Phantom Seven Star Steps!"

I saw that Zhou Litian's body trembled slightly, and one phantom after another appeared, and seven phantoms appeared, and the seven phantoms were divided into seven directions, and they were combined into a kind of wonderful footwork, divided into seven, true and false, virtual and real, and rushed around Yang Fan.

Yang Fan's eyes froze, and his mind was immersed, he actually felt that the seven shadows were real, and each one seemed to be flesh and blood, and a deep chill rose in his heart, and he knew in his heart that such a magical exercise definitely belonged to Fan Tao, who was supernatural in Taoism, and ordinary people could not find out the truth or falsehood.

But Yang Fan was different, he refined the Red Flame Demon Fire, and his perception of the soul had improved by leaps and bounds, he sensed it with all his might, and finally, he sensed the difference between the seven phantoms......

"In the back—" he turned and punched away.

Disheveled!

A dull sound came out, and Yang Fan's body was knocked out like a kite with a broken string.

Before Yang Fan could gain a foothold, Zhou Litian rushed over like a bolt of lightning again and blasted Yang Fan in the chest with a punch.

"Roar..."

Behind Zhou Litian, it condensed into a violent ape, how tall was the violent ape, fierce and terrifying, a pair of eyes flashed with an evil and murderous bloodthirsty light, and a pair of fists seemed to be able to shatter the sky.

Violent Ape Fist, the first-class Taoist magic power. It can transform into a violent ape to provide strength support for the caster.

Under the shroud of the violent ape fist, Yang Fan only felt as if his body was about to be torn apart, he tried hard to improve his strength, but found that under that terrifying pressure, his strength could not be raised, this was because the gap between the two sides was too big, and Zhou Litian oppressed Yang Fan with "momentum", so that he was weak before he could fight.

Heaven-Swallowing Divine Skill......

Yang Fan drank violently, and used his full strength to swallow the Heaven Swallowing Divine Skill, and suddenly, the golden true qi in his body rolled up quickly, and he suddenly blasted out the Imperial Dao Heavenly Fist.

Disheveled.

The two sides collided again, and the dull collision of flesh and flesh produced a muffled sound.

Pedal, pedal, pedal...

Yang Fan was bombarded and retreated more than ten meters repeatedly, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Tianpeng spreads his wings...", but Zhou Litian followed closely, his body suddenly rose into the sky, his arms spread, like a terrifying giant eagle swooping in with wings spread, he slapped his hands from both sides to the middle, and slammed into the temples on both sides of Yang Fan's head.

The temple, the point of death of man, touches it, and it is either death or injury.

At this moment, when it was time for the real life and death, Yang Fan risked the danger of his muscles and veins being burst, and frantically operated the Heaven Devouring Divine Skill, and the true yuan in his body was surging like a surging river.

Flutter...

Suddenly, as if a membrane had been pierced, Yang Fan's originally slightly sluggish momentum had skyrocketed several times at this moment, and the true qi in his body was growing even more surgingly, his eyes shot out lightning, and he suddenly punched Zhou Litian and killed him.

"Pong"

The two sides collided again, but this time, although Yang Fan was shocked out, he was not killed by Zhou Litian, and everyone saw that Zhou Litian, who was fighting against Yang Fan, trembled slightly with his hands after withdrawing. Everyone's eyes were suddenly fixed at this moment.

......

Thousands of meters away on a three-thousand-meter mountain, a young man in a black robe looked at all this, a pair of indifferent eyes also flashed a trace of surprise, the next moment, his shoulders trembled slightly, swished into the sky, turned into a huge black dragon more than ten zhang long, and flew in the direction of Yang Fan and the others.