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The thousand-faced man felt the surging power in Fan Lang's body, this power was like a volcanic eruption, domineering and violent, fierce and surging, making him instinctively feel threatened.

It's a life-and-death threat that makes your scalp tingle and chills down your spine.

The Man with a Thousand Faces had only seen this feeling a few times before.

"His aura has skyrocketed so much at once!"

"This must have something to do with the funeral goods he got, and it has something to do with the overlord bone he cultivated in the enchantment. ”

"It's only been three days, and his strength has improved to this point. If I had known this, I should have taken the risk three days ago, but now I am even more passive. ”

"Where is this Xuanzun, even Xuanjun may not have such a strong aura!"

The thousand-faced man's mind was spinning, but there was no stagnation in his movements, and the dragonflies under his feet were dotting the water, moving at high speed, circling around Fan Lang.

No matter how terrifying Fan Lang looked now, the thousand-faced people had no choice but to continue fighting.

After moving five times, the Man of Thousand Faces slammed into attack, flicking his soft arms and slashing through with his twin knives, slashing with a crackling thunderbolt.

Fan Lang harnessed the power that was on the verge of rampage, and pushed the speed of the Zixiao Dragon Wing to the extreme, and disappeared in place with a whoosh, the speed was almost teleported. When he reappeared, he had already killed the Thousand Faces Man in front of him, wielding the dragon scale sword and slashing through it, casting the ultimate killing move of the Ten Thousand Shadows Sword Technique.

Just listen to the sharp sound of breaking the air, and countless sword qi instantly formed, enveloping the thousand-faced man.

The thousand-faced man performed jiu-jitsu, his body softened, soft as boneless, and made all kinds of unbelievable movements, shuttling through countless sword qi, and at the same time pulling back the thunder and double swords, releasing thunder and lightning to compete with the endless sword qi.

The sword qi and thunder and lightning were intertwined, triggering a series of collisions, not to mention the core area of the confrontation, and the aftermath of the battle alone was very terrifying.

Chen Lao and the others retreated one after another, away from the somewhat terrifying battlefield, and their faces turned pale one by one.

Cang Yun's arm released a layer of bone shield, blocking the aftermath of the battle in front of him, turned his head to look at Chen Lao, and asked, "What is the situation now?

"I'm confused, too. Chen Lao shook his head blankly, "Anyway, let's wait and see what happens." Hu Lai has the breath of Xuanjun on his body, and Fan Lang is also not weak, with our strength, going up will only send him to death. We'll make plans when they're different. Fan Lang is not a good person, and that Hu Lai is probably not a good person. ”

"I thought this line of work was very simple, but I didn't expect so many twists and turns, I shouldn't have come if I knew it would be like this. Cangyun took a sip.

Old Chen smiled bitterly.

Between the two talking, the battle ahead took a new turn.

The Man of Thousand Faces used his ability to seize creation and unleashed a killing move, crossing his blades and raising them high above his head.

Creation can shape all things as if it were a Creator's power.

Lei Qian's twin knives shone brightly, thunder and lightning surged out, and the mysterious power was vented, and it condensed into a giant bird with a wingspan of thirty meters above, and its whole body was lifelike, just like a living bird. The giant bird was bathed in thunder and lightning and made a long call.

Capture the Creation of the Great Roc Thunder!

The thousand-faced man slashed out with two swords, and the thunder and lightning giant bird above his head flew out, and the wind and thunder all around him shook the entire main tomb. With this move, the aura in the thousand-faced human body was obviously weakened, and a lot of strength was drained.

At the same time, Fan Lang's strong moves have also been blasted out with one punch, and they are not as fancy as the ability to seize creation, and some are just pure violence.

Exploding Dragon Fist!

"Roar!"

The sound of a dragon's groan shattered the walls of the main chamber, and the ground cracked with it.

Fan Lang blasted out with a punch, devastating and unstoppable, and a dragon-shaped phantom appeared above the fist, opening his teeth and dancing his claws, roaring angrily.

This punch was slamming into the thunderbolt giant bird, shattering it with one punch and turning it into scattered mystical power.

After all, what is created by the Creation Transformation is not a real living thing, and after being broken, it will decompose and return to the original form of the Xuan Force.

A Xuanzun collided with Xuanjun, but Xuanzun was superior.

Fan Lang's punch was still there, and after smashing the giant bird, he continued to rush forward, blasting to the front of the thousand-faced man, forcing the opponent to block with a knife.

Touch!!!

With a loud bang, the Thousand-Faced Man's left arm was shattered, and one of the knives flew away, and he himself flew upside down, hitting the wall until it stopped, spilling specks of blood along the way.

Fan Lang slowly withdrew his fist, the strength in his body was still surging, and his fighting spirit was even higher.

This is the first time he has officially fought with Xuanjun, and it is also the first time he has beaten Xuanjun.

It's different, it's really different.

It's much happier than when I beat King Xuan!

The collision of the forces of the two sides, the feeling of bursting, is really enjoyable, it has never been seen before.

Fan Lang was a militant, and the belligerent nature in his body was stimulated by the collision just now, and he walked under his feet, smashing the ground inch by inch, and walked towards the thousand-faced man by the wall step by step.

The man with a thousand faces wiped the blood from his face, and suddenly shook off his broken left arm, which instantly grew new flesh and turned into a new arm. His Mystical Atlas of Variations is not only free to change, but also rapidly regenerates.

"When you saw me just now, there was no surprise, and your gaze didn't change, did you already know something?" asked the thousand-faced man with a sad face.

"What I know is beyond your imagination, and if you say it, I'm afraid I'll scare you to death, so don't ask, just die. Fan Lang continued to walk forward.

"Did you know my plan from the beginning?"

"Where is so much nonsense, get up and fight again!"

Fan Lang was too lazy to bother.

There is a good saying, villains die of too many words! This is the lesson summed up by countless villain bosses!

Well, of course, Fan Lang is not a villain, but there is no need to explain it too clearly to the Thousand Faces.

"Punch me!"

Fan Lang's left fist roared out angrily, and once again unleashed the Bursting Dragon Fist, the human dragon blood was agitated, and the power of the bloodline was infused into the fist through the heart, and the energy on the fist surged, blooming with dazzling light.

The Man of Thousand Faces gritted his teeth and dodged, and at the same time used his ability to seize creation, creating a shield with spikes out of thin air and holding it in his empty left hand.

Fan Lang's punch missed, he turned temporarily, viciously chased the thousand-faced man, and hit the shield he had just made with one punch, and he was injured with his fist, and the shield was shattered.

The aftermath of the fist was transmitted, and the body of the Man with a Thousand Faces exploded, and the left arm of the newborn was shattered again.

This battle is simply a one-sided crushing, pressing and beating the thousand-faced man, the Xuanjun, even if he has the ability to seize the creation, he is just a mantis arm as a car.

The thousand-faced man knew that he was invincible, and he vomited blood and begged for mercy: "Fan Lang, be merciful, please let me live, the two of us have never known each other, and the well water does not interfere with the river water, why are you aggressive." As long as you are willing to let me go, all my treasures can be given to ......"

Before the man with a thousand faces could finish speaking, a cold light slashed down and split him in two.

Blood, like a red drizzle.

Fan Lang stood in the rain, holding the dragon scale sword that had just finished killing, and shook off a sentence coldly.

"Kill you, all the treasures on your body are mine, do you still need you to give them to me?"