The stick wind dances, and the sound is like thunder!

The fierce momentum on Chang Wei's body instantly made Lei Li's whole body tense and his scalp numb.

"Fuck it!"

Lei Li shouted angrily, and the momentum on his body skyrocketed, and then the dragon rhino armor was draped, and the blue light surging fists met the stick shadow.

Looking at Lei Li stupidly coming up, Chang Wei's eyes flashed a trace of ruthless cunning, his wrist shook violently, and he forcibly changed the trajectory of Shen Xing's stick, and swept towards Lei Li's head with his backhand at a tricky angle!

If this blow hits, Lei Li will definitely die!

"Bang!"

Lei Li suddenly felt a strong force from his waist, and then he leaned over and flew out. I saw Mo Fan's right leg retracted like lightning, and then the blue light flashed all over his body, like a dexterous cheetah, and he dodged and retreated. Fortunately, the moment Mo Fan rushed out of Lei Li, he was ready to rescue him at any time.

After rolling up from the ground, the hungry Lei Li reacted, he was shocked into a cold sweat, and immediately nodded to Mo Fan gratefully.

Seeing that his blow missed, the corners of Chang Wei's eyes twitched slightly, and after seeing the five spiritual patterns on Mo Fan's body, his heart trembled violently, "This kid... He really reached the fifth level of the Battle Spirit Master!"

Before, Chang Wei was very skeptical of the statements of the people in the Silver Feather Martial Arts Hall, but now, he saw it with his own eyes.

"Do you think that if you awaken the spirit body, you will have the capital to fight me?" Chang Wei held the Shen Xing stick and pointed directly at Mo Fan, his eyes full of disdain.

He thinks that it's just that Mo Fan has taken shit luck and eaten something natural.

Mo Fan's spiritual power was surging, his clothes were hunting, and his limbs were instantly filled with majestic power, and he smiled lightly, "Just try it." ”

"Humph!"

Chang Wei's eyes burst with cold light, and then launched a fierce attack on Mo Fan like a storm, and the shadows of the sticks were all over the sky, endlessly.

Each stick carries a strong killing intention, and Chang Wei does not intend to leave Mo Fan a little way to live.

"Whew"

"Whew"

The sound of the stick shadow tearing through the air continued to sound, but Mo Fan was still intact under Chang Wei's extremely fierce attack.

After sensitively dodging a few deadly stick shadows, Mo Fan secretly rejoiced in his heart, fortunately, under Uncle Luo's long-term training, his reflexes were extremely good. Although he couldn't fight Chang Wei head-on, with his figure as clever as a civet cat, no matter how fierce Chang Wei's attack was, he couldn't touch him at all.

"What a slippery catfish!"

After a few rounds, Chang Wei's face was a little ugly, and Mo Fan didn't want to fight him at all.

Chang Wei began to feel a little uneasy in his heart, the spiritual power in his body was constantly being consumed, but this Mo Fan still looked calm, and the breath on his body was undiminished.

"I see how you kid runs!"

Chang Wei's face was cold, he suddenly stopped his body, and slammed the Shen Xing stick into the ground, and then the tips of his fingers were constantly entwined, forming a few obscure marks, and then pressing on the Shen Xing stick fiercely. I saw that the Sinking Star Stick instantly expanded in a circle, and the ground around it cracked one after another, and a pale black air wave spread outward from the Sinking Star Stick, like a stirred wave.

"Oh no!" Mo Fan's pupils shrank, and he secretly said in his heart.

It's always powerful!

A feeling of depression like a mountain above his head suddenly came out, the surrounding airflow began to become viscous, and the spiritual power also became disordered, with Chang Wei as the center, the land within a radius of three zhang sank one foot together.

Lei Li's body sank suddenly, and before he could react, he was directly overwhelmed by this heavy breath to the ground. He was horrified to find that no matter how much he struggled, he was still strangled to the ground by that terrible heaviness.

The situation on Mo Fan's side is also not optimistic, as if he is stuck in a quagmire, he can no longer dodge Chang Wei's attack as dexterously as before.

Chang Wei's eyes were cold, although the time of the gravity field could only last for three minutes, but at this moment, Mo Fan and Lei Li had become puppeteers who could not be slaughtered by him, and he planned to kill Mo Fan with one blow first, and then clean up the thunder power.

Chang Wei shouted violently, jumped into the air, brought up a cold light, and smashed down towards Mo Fan's heavenly spirit.

This stick is enough to open up the mountain and crack the rock!

"Your strength is not strong enough to reach the state of attached armor now, but there is another trigger condition for the Shura Blood Armor, that is, at the moment of life and death, if you can stimulate that potential power, you can turn the situation around. The fat old man's voice came into Mo Fan's mind leisurely.

Looking at the rapid momentum that was whirring, Mo Fan used all his spiritual power, his hands reached out like lightning, and grabbed the falling Shen Xing Stick.

"Bang

A heavy mountain-like force instantly crushed Mo Fan's body, Mo Fan's chest was tight, and he knelt directly on the ground, he clearly felt that the bones all over his body were creaking, and it seemed that he could not withstand the energy of Chang Wei's blow.

"Haha, the powerful blow of the sixth-level battle spirit master is nothing more than that!" Mo Fan said with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, and he smiled lightly.

"It's hard to die when you're dying!" Chang Wei smiled contemptuously, his sleeves shook, and majestic spiritual power began to surge all over his body, and then he flipped his wrist and slapped the Shen Xing Stick, injecting all the power of his body into the Shen Xing Stick.

The surrounding aura surged one after another, and a powerful stream of energy slowly condensed on Chang Wei's Shen Xing stick, and the momentum was huge, like a raging wind!

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the ground under Mo Fan's feet sank again, and the aftermath of the stick momentum shattered many surrounding rocks, and for a while, dust flew everywhere.

Chang Wei saw Mo Fan vomiting blood and crumbling, and the corners of his mouth showed a hint of sarcasm.

"Thank you..."

Mo Fan suddenly smiled evilly, only to see that the five fingers of his right hand were covered with a faint film, and his nails were as scarlet as blood, curved as eagle claws, and sharp as sharp knives!

At this short moment of life and death, Mo Fan was desperately trying to communicate with the Shura Blood Armor, and now he finally had a reaction!

"Is this what it feels like to be armoured?"

Mo Fan felt the explosive power that kept pouring out of his right hand, giving him a feeling that he seemed to be able to crush everything. Then, he used all his spiritual power and shook it fiercely!

"Click!"

Mo Fan forcibly smashed a corner of Chang Wei's Shen Xing stick!

Seeing the gap on the Shen Xing stick, the coldness on Chang Wei's face instantly turned into a thick horror, he only felt a salty surge in his throat, and hurriedly recalled the Shen Xing stick, and his body flashed back!

Chang Wei looked at Mo Fan, who was like a beast at the moment, with a terrifying face, his scarlet and sharp fingers sent chills down his spine!

"What kind of spirit is this!" Chang Wei was terrified in his heart, he still couldn't believe that Mo Fan had crushed his Shenxing stick at that moment just now.

The damage of the spirit body is the most taboo for every martial artist, and a little damage cannot be recovered without a panacea and a few years of recuperation.

Chang Wei was in a dull pain all over his body, and the sequelae of spiritual damage began to occur, he took a deep look at Mo Fan, who was full of evil spirits, and after quickly weighing the pros and cons, he flashed into the darkness rationally.

Seeing that the owner had fled in a panic, the ironclad bear lost his previous ferocious momentum, and hurriedly ran away in fright.

The night breeze blew slowly, with a burst of fragrance of flowers and plants, and Lei Li couldn't help but take a few puffs.

Blowing the reddened embers, Thunder lit the fire again, and he saw a mess on the ground, cracks spreading scattered.

In the deep pit not far away, Mo Fan was covered in blood, sitting there exhausted, Lei Li swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, and secretly swore in his heart.

In the future, if you kill him, you won't provoke Mo Fan!

"Big brother, I have some first-grade pills here, maybe you can use them. Lei Li walked over quickly, holding a white jade bottle in his hand.

At this time, Mo Fan was full of embarrassment, he raised his head with difficulty, his eyes were blank, and after a whirlwind, Mo Fan found that the figure of Lei Li in front of him seemed a little illusory.

After the brief numbness disappeared, the pain poured all over his body like a tide, Mo Fan clenched his teeth with a pale face, a thick fishy smell filled his nasal cavity, his muscles were sore, swollen and trembling, and every bone in his body seemed to have been cracked.

Resisting the full force of the sixth-level Battle Spirit Master's blow, it really wasn't so pleasant...

Mo Fan felt helpless, and after smiling bitterly in his heart, he looked at his blood-stained right hand, fortunately, the Shura blood armor worked at the critical moment, otherwise, he would have become Chang Wei's revenant under the stick.