The blood was surging like a dragon, and Zhang Fan was killing forward like a god of war.

A short knife slashed at the head, and a scorpion showed a cautious tail hook from the side.

"Junior, since you are obsessed, then go to death. ”

This monk in the middle of the psychic realm killed him, and the spirit weapon short knife, the scorpion primordial god and his body killed Zhang Fan together.

Zhang Fan beckoned, the bitter sea churned, a wave splashed and rolled towards the spirit weapon short knife, countless demon shadows and dead souls flew, rushing out of the bitter sea with a compelling cold air, besieging the Scorpion Yuan God, the golden lotus flew out, hovering over many demon shadows and revenants, exuding the brilliance of divinity, making them have no yin qi for a while, and there were bursts of battle intent burning, like heroic spirits who came out of the ancient battlefield.

This was the first time he had used all his strength to induce the Bitter Sea Golden Lotus, which was extremely expensive for him, but it was infinitely powerful, and he resisted the Spiritual Qi Short Knife and the Scorpion Yuan God for a while.

Zhang Fan threw a punch, accompanied by a mouthful of blood spurting out of his mouth, this was the previous injury, he no longer suppressed it, and devoted all his energy to killing.

The blood qi was almost substantial, forming a blood-colored battle suit covering his body, and the qi sea cave urged with all its might, and a vortex of spiritual energy emerged from the top of his head.

"How daring!"

The monk from the Middle Realm punched out, and it was also filled with the power of blood and energy.

'Bang'

The two fists intersected in the air, as if two mountains collided, and the four waves of qi spread like a plough and swept the holes, and a large crater appeared directly below the two of them.

Zhang Fan retreated quickly, his right arm was numb, this was the first time that someone could compete with him in the flesh.

For the first time, the monk's face was moved, his face was a little ugly, his whole arm was spasming, several small blood vessels burst, and he was slightly inferior in the physical competition.

"Junior, you are really good, I will give you one last chance, worship my sect and follow my sect by the side of my holy son, and it is not impossible to be the master of the sect in the future. ”

And the only thing that responded to him was Zhang Fan's roar.

"Kill!"

A Pingshan sword trick was struck, like the ancient gods pushing horizontally, with a heavy aura.

The monk beckoned, wanting to summon the spirit weapon short knife, but the bitter sea churned and wrapped the short knife, and he couldn't get out of trouble for a while.

In desperation, the monk played a trick to meet him.

The two spells collided, and the smoke and dust covered the sky, destroying the already potholed ground.

A figure rushed out of the smoke and dust, Zhang Fan seemed to be a god descending from heaven, and at this moment his momentum reached an extreme.

Since his physical body is slightly stronger, he naturally wants to give full play to this advantage.

The monk's face was embarrassed, the greatest advantage of the psychic realm, the Yuan Shen Transformation Spirit and the Spirit Control Weapon, could not be used at this time, and he could only rely on his own cultivation to fight with others, which made him a little aggrieved.

However, who is Zhang Fan? Is he a demon? What is a demon? A demon who strikes with a weak attack and a strong retrograde strike.

It is common for such demons to boast about the realm and fight opponents, and they use their own talents to forcibly erase the gap in the realm.

But Zhang Fan is not without weaknesses, or his background is insufficient, he lacks powerful spells to exert his aura, the only thing he can do is the Star Picking Hand and the Pingshan Sword Technique, but he has not fully comprehended these two techniques, and he has not practiced to the fullest.

So since his debut, he has faced people with a higher realm than him, and he has been competing more in the flesh.

Bloody fighting, the two had already fought hundreds of rounds, and the battlefield moved dozens of miles, killing from the wasteland to a cliff.

At this time, the two of them were covered in blood and scars.

'Whoosh'

Two golden rays of light shot out of Zhang Fan's eyes and pierced the monk's abdomen, and the monk also hit him with a spell, causing him to vomit blood again and again.

"Junior, I'll see how long you can last. ”

The monk sensed that his spirit weapon, the short knife and the Scorpion Primordial Spirit, were about to get out of trouble.

Zhang Fan naturally knew that he was urging the vision with all his might, but now he was about to be unable to hold it, and the consumption was too great.

The monk's expression was fierce, "Junior, don't think that you can be arrogant with a vision, I am a monk of the Holy Land of the Middle Domain, what kind of demon have you never seen? Everything depends on strength to speak." ”

"Hmph, if you and I are in the same realm, no, as long as I step into the psychic realm and kill you like slaughtering a dog, I have only practiced for more than ten years, what about you?" Zhang Fan naturally refused to fall behind.

The monk smiled coldly, "It's a pity that you don't have this opportunity, since you don't want to worship my sect, then I will kill the genius today, the knife!"

A flash of light flashed, and a short knife slashed through the sky and flew rapidly.

The short knife of the spirit weapon was only a foot long, but at this time, it was like a heavenly knife.

Zhang Fan didn't dare to be careless, and struck out with a palm to force the monk back, and then jumped up and punched the short knife.

The short knife flew sideways and smashed into the pile of rocks on the side, blasting several boulders to pieces, and the stone chips were splashed and dusty.

A half-foot-long wound appeared on Zhang Fan's right arm, blood was flowing out, and the wound was deep enough to see the bones, which was cut by the breath of the short knife just now, this is the true power of the spiritual weapon.

Zhang Fan's physical body is so strong that in order to reach the limit of his own realm, he can shake the best treasure weapon with his bare hands, but a complete spiritual weapon can cut his physical body apart with just his breath.

Zhang Fan's expression was solemn, and the power of the intact spiritual weapon was far beyond his imagination, even stronger than the monk himself.

"Junior, do you know the gap between you and me?" the monk unhurriedly summoned back the spirit weapon short knife.

"Hmph, the spirit weapon is a foreign object after all, I firmly believe that my strongest is the king, and now I am not defeated by this spirit weapon but I am not strong enough, which means that my physical body still has room for improvement. Zhang Fan said this, but he couldn't get used to the monk's posture of relying on the benefits of spiritual weapons.

Who knew that the monk's eyes narrowed, and he looked at him intently, "Junior, I didn't expect you to have this kind of feeling, it's rare, but you think too much, that is, there are only a handful of demons who can do this in the Central Domain, and you overseas savage people don't understand what a spiritual weapon is, and you won't have this opportunity." ”

Zhang Fan said it casually, but he didn't expect to learn from this monk's mouth that someone could really do it, and it seems that the spirit weapon has a special place, and it is extremely difficult to fight the spirit weapon with the body.

"Boy, you're proud enough to hurt me so much, go die now. ”

The short knife swept across the sky, emitting a dazzling light, and swooped down from the sky like a comet with a long aura tail.

The bitter sea emerged and blocked the front, but the light of the spirit weapon dagger flashed, and it split the bitter sea.

It's not that the vision is invincible to this spiritual weapon, but that he consumes too much, barely manifests the vision but can't maintain it, and his power is greatly reduced.

Zhang Fan's eyes lit up, he didn't care about the short knife, and rushed straight towards the monk, the blood and qi on his body were like fire, and they burned completely.

"Whoosh"

The short knife slashed down again, and Zhang Fan punched it, knocking the short knife away, and licking another wound on his body.

"Ah!!h

He was roaring like a beast out of its cage, fighting to the point of madness, with several serious wounds on his body, and his blood was almost dry.

'Whoosh'

There was a purple light flashing in the sky, it was a scorpion, it was the monk's primordial god, who got rid of the entanglement of the golden lotus and killed it.

"Death to juniors!"

The monk threw a punch, and at the same time, the aura short knife slashed rapidly from the side, and the scorpion transformed by the primordial god also swung its claw and smashed down.

'Bang'

Zhang Fan punched the monk in the chest, creating a bloody hole that was transparent from front to back, but the monk also punched him.

'Poof'

The spirit weapon dagger flashed by, almost cutting him in half.

'Click'

A pair of big claws transformed by the primordial god seemed to be transformed by divine gold, smashing on his shoulder, instantly smashing his shoulder, and at the same time, the huge force knocked him out and fell into the cliff.

The monk stood on the edge of the cliff and watched for a long time, but finally did not jump down to check, because he was also seriously injured, and there was a large hole in his chest where blood kept flowing, and he could directly see the internal organs, and dozens of bones on his body were broken.

'Humph!'

Eventually, he snorted and turned away.