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Meng Chong lost his weapon, and his gaze changed slightly.

Fan Lang fell into the well, danced his sword and attacked, and his body was cold and light, like a ball of silver, enveloping Meng Chong.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Fortunately, Meng Chong had the power to seize the transformation, temporarily condensed more big swords, resisted Fan Lang's attack with a wave of his hand, and made a whistling sound.

These broadswords are all condensed with mystical power, and when they are hit hard, they will shatter and turn into specks of energy.

The sword was vertical and horizontal, Meng Chong fell into the wind slightly, was forced to retreat, was injured again and again, his skin was cut by the sword qi, and wisps of blood were splashed, and it was never a way to go on like this.

"Haha, that's how to fight!"

Meng Chong did not mess with himself, but laughed out loud, stimulating all his strength, as if he had returned to the battlefield on the line of life and death.

He shuddered, changed his move, and slapped his hands hard against the surface of the ring below, and then a magical scene happened.

Pitch-black metallic liquid spread out from his palm, and these liquids spread out, covering an area of 100 zhang in the blink of an eye.

The liquid was transformed into a solid state, forming chains, flying out against Fan Lang in mid-air, the chains were dense and the number was amazing.

Fan Lang took out his sword to resist, dodging left and right, but he was still entangled by a few chains, and then there were more chains to hit the snake with the stick.

After the number of chains reached a certain level, Meng Chong burst into a shout, and released thunder and lightning from his arms, these thunderbolts rushed through the chains, climbing all the way to Fan Lang's body, there was no way to hide, and he could only bear the damage of thunder and lightning.

Click! Click!

The thunder was shining, and it was terrifying to watch.

It is no wonder that millions of male soldiers are clamoring not to let Fan Lang surrender, this kind of strong duel is really shocking and rare to see. For those who are not strong, watching this kind of battle can inspire Xiang Wu's heart, and can also get some martial arts insights.

Fan Lang suffered thunder and lightning, and the damage was a little terrifying.

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Bright red numbers floated.

If it was an ordinary Xuan King, he would have been defeated a long time ago, Fan Lang had five times his health, plus layers of protection, so he resisted hard.

In the process of being injured, Fan Lang has been brewing against the sky, not simply being beaten.

Against the Heavens, Ink the Sky!

In the sky above the ring, a dark cloud formed within the enchantment, and then streaks of ink were released to form ribbons of flowing water.

Fan Lang used the ink swordsmanship to forcibly break the chains wrapped around his body, and with a wave of the long sword in his hand, he cooperated with the effect of the anti-celestial phenomenon, the two complemented each other, painting with sword energy, making the surrounding ring a landscape with far-reaching artistic conception.

This sword technique is beautiful, but it is also dangerous.

Fan Lang stabbed out with a sword, and an ink trail appeared in mid-air, heading straight for Meng Chong, as if to erase this person from the painting.

"It's a good time!" Meng rushed out to meet the enemy, and suddenly swung his fist, and the Xuan Li turned into flesh and blood, wrapping around him, forming a giant ten feet high.

Fan Lang took out the sword, the giant punched, one sword walked lightly, and the other opened and closed.

The ink did not collide with each other, but wrapped around the giant's arm, moving nimbly, and the flesh and blood in its path shattered, degraded into mystical power, and dissipated into speckled spots of light.

The giant roared, moved rapidly, punched and kicked, and fought with Fan Lang, causing violent vibrations every time he stepped on the ring. His flesh was wounded by sword moves one after another, and then quickly repaired and regrown.

This round of confrontation has evolved into a war of attrition, and it depends on who can't hold it first, and it is difficult to distinguish between the top and bottom in a short time.

Fan Lang was engrossed in attacking frantically, and even he didn't know how many swords he had made, breaking the giant's body again and again.

As long as Meng Chong still has Xuan Li, he can maintain this giant for a long time, and he can even continue to expand in size. Xuanjun's seizure and creation is so incredible.

Burst!

Fan Lang once again pierced the giant's body with his sword, breaking through a circle of blood holes.

The giant roared, suddenly waved his arms and bent over, the energy on his body was surging, and four new arms temporarily grew behind the muscle knots, turning into a six-armed giant, and his body became even taller, like the giant spirit god in myths and legends.

The giant suddenly turned around and shook six giant arms, each fist was huge, and blasted at Fan Lang in mid-air, unleashing a shocking blow.

Fan Lang changed his moves in his hands, urging the ink and wash swordsmanship, as if he had repainted a new painting.

Ink Swordsmanship, One Sword Taiji!

Between the flow of the sword blades, black ink is outlined, forming a Tai Chi pattern, one black and one white, one yin and one yang, the volume is rapidly enlarged, and the energy is surging and roaring.

Meng Chong attacked with the body of a six-armed giant, while Fan Lang stabbed a huge Tai Chi pattern with a sword, and both used all their strength.

This blow was the result of brewing before, and it was stronger than all the attacks just now, approaching the level of Emperor Xuan.

"Not good!"

He Buming's face changed in the distance, his figure flashed, he left his original position, came to the vicinity of the ring, and slapped his palm on the enchantment, conveying his own strength, so as not to break the enchantment and affect the pond fish.

Rumble!

The six giant fists collided with Tai Chi, producing unimaginable destructive power, and the giant's body instantly collapsed, disintegrating into energy spots, like a swarm of scattered fireflies, and Meng Chong, who was hiding in it, appeared in shape. Tai Chi was also shattered, and it was no longer possible to maintain its previous image.

The surrounding enchantment flickered violently from the impact, and it was on the verge of shattering, and if it hadn't been for why he didn't make a timely move, the enchantment would have been finished.

Even the ring, which had been reinforced many times, could not withstand the power of this blow, and it collapsed and shattered, turning into large and small pieces.

The collision was so amazing that even the mountains and rivers could not withstand it.

Both figures were shocked and flew out, flying all the way out of the distance before stopping castration.

The corners of Fan Lang's mouth oozed blood, and when he stepped in the air, the energy under his feet rippled, and his body suddenly stopped. His eyes were fierce, his fighting spirit had been completely aroused, and he glared at his opponent.

On the other hand, Meng Chong was different, he couldn't stop, he didn't hit the top of the barrier before falling, he was extremely seriously injured, and he almost ran out of Xuan power, and the oil ran out.

Meng Chong touched the ground on one knee, barely holding on to his body, bleeding everywhere on his body, and even his arm was broken. His expression was languishing and weak, and he had lost his previous pride.

Solo soldiers are allowed to take one pill in battle.

Meng Chong trembled and took out a pill and sent it to his mouth.

Suddenly, a foot fell from the sky and kicked the pill mercilessly away.

"Don't take medicine if you have the ability!" Fan Lang looked at Meng Chong condescendingly.

Meng Chong raised his head, looked at Fan Lang with blood-red eyes, and said with a wry smile: "Boy, even if you have the ability, even I ......"

"Don't forget what we said before, whoever surrenders is a bad seed. Fan Lang suddenly interrupted Meng Chong.

Meng Chong was choked and held back the rest of his words, he couldn't admit defeat, he could only continue to fight!

Fan Lang's face sank like water, put away the dragon scale sword, and changed to fight empty-handed.