Biyan Ancestor couldn't help but be shocked and angry as he watched the poisonous python he released being absorbed and transformed by Fan Lang and becoming a weapon in Fan Lang's hands. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Is this a poisonous transformation? You actually know this kind of mastery of restraining poisonous skills!"

Biyan Ancestor recognized the secret technique performed by Fan Lang, which was the poison to the stars, which could transfer the poison and turn it into his own use, and was the nemesis of the poison skill.

The Poison Turning Star Shift is not widely spread, and there are very few people who cultivate, and this poisonous skill is difficult to cultivate.

Little young man, where did he have so much time to cultivate these secret techniques?

Young ......

No!

can't be deceived by appearance, judging from Fan Lang's various performances, it is by no means something that can be explained by the word genius, no matter how talented it is, there will be a limit.

Biyan Ancestor suspected that Fan Lang was actually a master who had cultivated the technique of rejuvenation, so he became so young, and his actual age might have exceeded a hundred years old.

When you think about it this way, it all makes sense.

From this moment on, Biyan Ancestor no longer regarded Fan Lang as a junior, but as an old bone like himself.

Rumble!

Fan Lang cast a poisonous star shift, absorbed most of the poisonous python's poisonous gas, and condensed a storm of his own, which was a power borrowed from the master of the Xuan King, which was difficult to control with his current ability, and had reached the critical point of going berserk.

"Give it back to you!"

Fan Lang stepped on the void, turned in the air, and pulled the condensed poisonous storm towards the Blue Smoke Ancestor on the opposite side.

The poisonous storm was like a green dragon that pierced through the heavens and the earth, more than a kilometer in length and an astonishing width, and the strong wind swirled so fast that it even rolled up the trees on a mountain, and the trees split the ground and flew into the storm. Even the trees can be rolled up, so you can imagine the strength of this storm.

This blow has the power of the Xuan King!

If your own power is borrowed by the enemy, it will be unpleasant for anyone who falls on this kind of thing.

"Bastard!"

Biyan Ancestor gritted his teeth, exerted his ability to defy the sky, slapped his hands falsely, and used a little force.

Against the sky, the wind stops and the rain stops!

The ability of the Xuan King is really strong, he can directly control the celestial phenomena, the wind is a kind of celestial phenomenon, the poisonous storm is disturbed by the power of the anti-celestial phenomena, the rotation speed suddenly decreases, and it quickly dissipates, turning into a large area of poisonous mist, completely losing the power just now.

Fan Lang's hard-working attack was easily dissolved in this way, it was really a pit.

There is no way, this is the gap above the great realm.

It is not a problem for Fan Lang to challenge Xuanzun by leaping the level, but it is very difficult to challenge King Xuan, and the chances of winning are very small.

In this battle, it is difficult to win by Fan Lang alone, and he knew it from the beginning. Now what he needs is to block Biyan Ancestor, as long as he can block it, he can give people confidence.

Fan Lang drew his sword in his hand, and with the other hand he pulled out the cold water knife, one sword after another, and the cold light flashed. He stepped on the void, relied on Xuanli to support his body, and said provocatively: "Biyan old monster, if you have any poisonous skills, if you can poison me, I will immediately admit defeat and surrender." ”

"Hugh is going to be rampant, poison is useless to you, I have other means to kill you, and I will never let you survive five moves. "Biyan Ancestor didn't fall for it, no longer used poison skills, but harnessed the dark clouds and rushed directly towards Fan Lang, wanting to kill Fan Lang with normal moves.

The dignified Xuan King, there is no need to use poison at all!

The Blue Smoke Ancestor rode the clouds and charged, and the dark clouds covered the sky and the sun, covering Fan Lang in the darkness. The figure of the Biyan Ancestor burst out, the speed was incredible, the pale beard turned into a white blurred shadow, he rushed to Fan Lang's side in a flash, stretched out his thin palm, and grabbed it out like an eagle's claw.

This grasp has a force of 100,000 catties, and even metal can penetrate it, and this kind of hand-to-hand combat is more deadly than the two moves just now.

Fan Lang's pressure doubled, and he could barely catch the enemy's movements with the dragon's eye, and immediately used both swords and cast the sword for a round of moon.

A full moon lit up in the dark clouds, slashing at the eagle's claw-like, wizened hand, but it only cut through the flesh and rubbed a string of sparks from the bones.

Fan Lang didn't dare to stay, and as soon as he made a move, he immediately cast the Void Sword Step, and swam around in the air. Biyan Ancestor's big hand chased after him, straight to his back, this move came too fast, Fan Lang couldn't dodge, only to feel a sharp pain in his back.

Brush!

Fan Lang endured the pain and flew forward, turning into a streamer of light, getting rid of that terrifying big hand.

"Hmph, if you run fast, or you'll be caught out of your backbone. Biyan Ancestor snorted coldly and shook his blood-stained right hand, the blow just now, even the dragon scale armor couldn't block his hand.

If there were no dragon scales on his body, Fan Lang would be more seriously injured, not just a slight injury.

Fighting with Biyan Ancestor is really dangerous, it is like dancing in front of the ghost gate, since Fan Lang crossed, it is the first time to face such a severe life and death crisis.

This kind of death threat actually made Fan Lang feel a little excited, even a little excited.

"Old monster, are you so capable?

Fan Lang took out a blood-red card, and the card rotated in a circle, releasing a special effect, bathing his body in a layer of blood-red light.

Bloodfiend!

With this buff, each attack hit will have a lifesteal effect that converts damage into health for several minutes.

From now on, as long as Fan Lang hits Biyan Ancestor, he will be able to regain blood, raise his war with battle, and continue his life with war!

Fan Lang was not afraid of the strong enemy, took the initiative to attack, danced the cold water knife in his left hand, and stabbed hard at the void under his feet.

The wind is sluggish and the water is cold!

The cold qi stored in the blade of the sword exploded, and after absorbing Fan Lang's mysterious power, it quickly transformed into more cold qi, and the white cold qi collided with the black clouds, and white and black competed with each other.

The cold air spread for hundreds of meters, breaking through the envelopment of dark clouds, and even enveloping the Blue Smoke Ancestor inside.

This is the bitter cold, this is the merciless cold.

Brush, brush, brush!

An ice blade that froze ice crystals bloomed, like huge ice flowers, and the cold qi turned into knife qi, and there were thousands of them.

"Take the knife from Biyan Valley against me, you can figure it out, it will only make me more angry and want to kill you more!"

The Blue Smoke Ancestor looked angry, his white eyes were murderous, and his face was full of wrinkles huddled together, he pulled out a metal crutch carved with a skull, and used this crutch as a weapon, dancing vigorously, shattering all the ice blades that would attack him. This crutch is an eight-star weapon, not an ordinary crutch.

Fan Lang also had a back move, raising the cold water knife to pull all the frozen knife qi around him, their edges were all aimed at the Biyan Ancestor, and thousands of sword qi stabbed over together, and the attack should not be underestimated.

I saw Biyan Ancestor raise the cane in his hand, the head of the cane pointed straight ahead, and rushed out with the cane, his hair fluttering, and his strength swept through, but a simple move had the potential of thousands of troops, and all the cold sword qi that would attack was shattered. The crutches continued unabated, and went straight to Fan Lang's front door, and the two sides were close again, no more than a meter apart.

One meter!

It's a very dangerous distance!