When he was in good condition, Song Ziyang was not afraid of Cheng Fan.

Although the gap between the cultivation of the two sides is huge, there are six or seven small realms, but he has many hole cards on his body, and the combat experience between life and death is even richer than that of the other party, which is enough to make up for the gap in the realm.

The battle between life and death of the Qimen monks has never been based on the level of the realm of heroes, especially between the Yin and Yang Warlocks, after moving the mountain realm, there are more spirit runes and spells that can be cast, and their strength and weakness have a great impact on the results.

Since the destruction of the sect, Song Ziyang has been wandering on the edge of life and death, and every time it seems to be a certain death, but in the end he has stubbornly survived.

Every step of the way is like walking on thin ice, and its combat experience grows rapidly.

Exterminating the fierce beast that resembles the divine bird Emperor River is completely the embodiment of combat experience.

On the other hand, Cheng Fan has been cultivated in the Zhou family since he was a child, and his cultivation has grown all the way, and his status has also risen, and he has basically not experienced any life-and-death battles.

In Cao Cheng, who dares to fight to the death with the Zhou family?

When there is a conflict of interest with other families after leaving Caocheng, everyone sits more at the negotiating table to negotiate, rather than directly tearing their faces and fighting for life and death.

Therefore, he has a lot of experience in fighting, but he doesn't have much experience in real life and death fighting.

So when he saw Song Ziyang suddenly burst out of speed and disappeared in an instant, he almost subconsciously stopped and didn't take the initiative to chase after him.

By the time he reacted, it was too late, and the sick boy couldn't even see a shadow.

After exploring the corpse of this unknown fierce beast, he made an accurate judgment on Song Ziyang's physical condition: the end of the strong crossbow!

A heavy murderous intent rose in his heart, and he must kill this son, otherwise there will be endless troubles!

And you can't give this son a chance to breathe!

So, he followed the direction of Song Ziyang's departure and chased and killed again.

But he chased for a long time, but found that Song Ziyang left fewer and fewer traces, and the residual breath became better and weaker, if he didn't distinguish carefully, he would almost be unable to find it.

After about a stick of incense, he only felt that his eyes were bright, and then dim, blood-red light, covering the earth, a blood-colored full moon, hanging high in the sky, and the endless stars seemed to be covered with a thin veil of dark red moonlight.

Out of the dense jungle, there is an endless field in front of you, and you can't see the edge as far as the eye can see.

But in the extreme distance, the silhouette of a vaguely rolling mountain range appeared, like a monster crawling in the dark, its whole body blooming with blood-colored light, terrifying.

"Roar!"

"Whew-"

"Ahh

The unknown roar of the beast, the howl of the wolf, and the roar of the giant, mixed with the fishy, foul smell of the dense forest, reached his ears, passed into his nose, and into his mind, and made him stunned for a moment at the edge of the dense forest, not knowing where to go.

At this point, the traces of Song Ziyang have completely disappeared.

Pursue?

Or not chasing?

Where to chase?

Where did the sickly boy with a sallow face run away in the time or so of this incense?

Don't look at his age, but his decision-making ability is extremely poor, standing here with a blank face, hesitating and tangled.

But at this moment, a god general wearing armor and shining golden light suddenly appeared above his head, and a nine-ring machete in his hand slashed down with a fierce voice.

Then, a little cold light flashed, and an inch-long iron nail appeared silently and flew straight to Cheng Fan's back heart.

Golden Armor!

Piercing nails!

One light and one dark, with murderous intent, struck from under the blood moon.

"Huh?"

Cheng Fan's divine sense was extremely powerful, and he had already noticed it the moment the golden armor god appeared, but at this time, it was too late to activate the body talisman and jade pendant on his body.

But that doesn't bother him.

I saw that the corners of his mouth curled, revealing a sneer of disdain, and then his figure flashed, and he floated out five or six feet longitudinally, dodging the blow of the golden armor god general.

"Boy, you're not hiding like a bear to lick and heal your injuries, and you dare to sneak attack the old man, what a big dog?!"

He turned around, and his divine sense had already locked on Song Ziyang's position.

But at this moment, his face changed.

"Piercing nails!"

"You can still cast a fourth-level spirit rune now?"

This greatly surprised him, and his body desperately moved sideways to the left, avoiding the fatal position of the heart.

The heart nail swirled through his ribcage just below his right shoulder, and exited from behind.

Two ribs were shattered, and blood foam mixed with broken bones was taken out of the body.

"Ahh

He let out a heart-rending scream, and his body trembled unconsciously from the intense pain.

Fortunately, his willpower was still quite strong, gritting his teeth and running the exercises, activating a talisman talisman, and in an instant, a misty and rainy light appeared, protecting him in it.

Then, he took out a bottle of healing elixir, and poured it into his mouth with some pain but determination, and immediately saw that his wounds were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After doing all this, he saw the thin figure of a young man bathed in blood, slowly walking out of the jungle.

This thin young man is naturally Song Ziyang, who has been changed by the ghost face.

After seizing the opportunity to get out, he did not flee directly.

Seeing that Cheng Fan, the old guy, didn't catch up, he began to slow down, and at the same time did not hide the traces he left, and even deliberately left the traces clearly, so as not to be discovered by the other party.

It wasn't until the edge of the dense forest that he cleaned up all the traces in the vicinity, and at the same time ambushed around, while taking a spirit pill and meditating to recover, he waited for Cheng Fan's arrival.

He made an astonishing decision to kill Cheng Fan!

Right at the edge of this jungle!

This guy would never have imagined that he would have the courage to fight him in a life-and-death battle, so if he was unexpected, he might be able to kill him with one blow.

If you miss a blow, then you will fight to the death!

Although this is extremely risky, you may fall, especially if the opponent has an active defensive magic weapon, your own fall may be extremely high.

But he still decided to follow his heart's choice.

He also understands that if he doesn't kill the lone Cheng Fan at this time, after the other party and the Zhou family converge, then he will have no place to hide in this illusion!

Not even a chance to escape!

Like an experienced hunter who has been hunting for many years, he quietly squatted at the edge of this dense forest, waiting for the arrival of his prey.

The elixir enters the body, and the power of yin and yang recovers quickly.

The time of one stick of incense is about 30% of the peak.

But this is clearly not enough.

The spirit was even more exhausted from the repeated battles.

His current state is indeed as Cheng Fan expected, the end of the crossbow.

But he didn't have any more time to cultivate and recover.

Because Cheng Fan had already tracked himself to the front as he expected.

"Thirty percent of the power of yin and yang, even a fourth-level spirit rune is not enough, and if you barely use it, you can't fully stimulate the power of the fourth-level spirit rune!"

"Then, we have to burn the essence and blood......"

"Too Void Blood Burning Technique!"

His eyes bloomed with endless essence.

In an instant, an incorporeal and insubstantial flame gushed out from his body.

But the flame, however, seemed to be restrained by an invisible force, and after rushing out of his body, he was trapped within three inches of his body.

The momentum around him suddenly climbed upward.