Xie Yan was furious, his body was disfigured and transposed, and he instantly came to Fang Ze, and slapped his left palm to his chest.

Fang Ze didn't dodge or dodge, and punched Xie Yan in the middle of the punch, hitting Xie Yan's right chest.

If Xie Yan was in a normal state, he would definitely refuse to change his injuries like this.

But at this time, his reason has been shocked by anger, and his shooting style is different from usual.

"Peng!"

"Bang!"

Fang Ze was in the palm of his chest, and Xie Yan was in the middle of his right chest.

After Fang Ze was slapped, his heart was not shocked.

"The strength is not as strong as Gu Zan's."

"At this level, I can resist at least sixty or seventy palms." Fang Ze felt stable in an instant.

In the battle when he killed Gu Zan, he fought with Gu Zan for more than 200 moves, but not all of his moves were for injuries, most of them were for the right moves.

There are about forty or fifty times of real hard resistance to injury.

Xie Yan's palm power was not strong enough compared to Gu Zan.

The advantage of Xie Yan's martial arts is that it is varied, and his true qi is more weird and obscure and difficult to digest, combined with his ability to control people's body movements for a short time similar to Wuxiang Tianluo, it is impossible to guard against it.

But in terms of absolute killing, Xie Yan is not as good as Gu Zan.

After changing his palm, Fang Ze was more determined.

His immortal bones completely restrained that strange and obscure true qi.

Xie Yan was carried away by the rage again, and the change was insufficient.

Xie Yan's advantage was leveled, and Fang Ze was confident that he would be killed on the spot.

These are all in between thoughts.

After Fang Ze exchanged a punch and a palm, he kicked out his right foot directly.

This kick was fast and urgent, and it poked at Xie Yan's throat like a spear.

Even if Xie Yan was furious, he didn't dare to block this foot with his throat.

Xie Yan's body rotated vigorously, cut to Fang Ze's right side, and used the power of rotation to turn around and elbow Fang Ze's right rib.

Its distance is extremely short and its attack speed is swift.

Fang Ze wanted to raise his right arm, originally wanting to block this elbow blow, but suddenly his body seemed to have an impulse, wanting to lean to the right and take the initiative to use his ribs to meet Xie Yan's elbow.

"It's coming!" Fang Ze didn't panic at all, but had some expectations.

The Soul Suppression Lock he wore calmed his soul and allowed Fang Ze to discover the source of this impulse.

Fang Ze's divine soul was invaded by an invisible thought, and a simple command was implanted, which gave him the urge to meet the elbow strike in an instant.

This kind of will, which is similar to forcibly implanted, directly affects the divine soul.

However, Fang Ze's soul has a strange treasure to suppress, although he has impulses, he can control it with his will, and he has no real action.

Fang Ze raised his right arm, and his elbow collided with Xie Yan's elbow.

At the same time, he just poked Xie Yan's right leg in the throat and pressed down, directly hitting Xie Yan's back.

Xie Yan stumbled.

The anger in Xie Yan's eyes began to subside, but he was a little shocked and puzzled when he turned around.

He didn't understand why that ability to control the actions of others was invalid.

Fang Ze didn't give him a chance.

Fang Ze punched his left fist and hit Xie Yan's temple.

Xie Yan raised his elbow to block it, but he was hit by Fang Ze's knee in the waist.

Xie Yan quickly retreated.

Fang Ze cut into close quarters and slapped him in the chest.

Xie Yan's knee slammed into Fang Ze's lower abdomen, trying to force Fang Ze back and snatch back the first move.

Fang Ze didn't care at all, and directly changed the injury.

"Bang!"

Fang Ze and Xie Yan changed again.

Xie Yan took two or three steps back.

Fang Ze followed again.

At this time, Xie Yan's face had regained his calmness.

He retreated sharply, trying to get out of the battlefield quickly.

"Want to escape?"

"It's late."

Fang Ze's body was like lightning, and there was a faint thunder sound in the air, and he chased after him.

…

In the blink of an eye, Fang Ze and Xie Yan fought more than a hundred moves.

After Xie Yan regained his composure, he sensed that the situation was wrong and wanted to escape many times.

But does he still have a chance?

The Shenyun master was bent on escaping from the beginning, and Fang Ze might not be able to catch up.

But once you start it, you can pull it by the move, and you can't retreat if you want to fight.

Xie Yan tried to escape several times, but he was glued, and there was no chance to distance himself at all.

A few times halfway, Xie Yan was ruthless, using all the tricks that would end up together, trying to force Fang Ze away and find a gap to break away from the battle.

But as long as he worked hard, Fang Ze would fight with him, and he would be able to avoid the fatal point and exchange injuries.

Fang Ze even liked Xie Yan very much.

He still thinks Xie Yan hasn't fought hard enough.

Xie Yan tried desperately to no avail, and every time the result was a change of injury.

And after the injury, Xie Yan will be three points weaker, and Fang Ze is more and more energetic.

When there are more than a hundred moves.

Xie Yan's formation was completely messed up.

The control and variation he was best at, it didn't work at all.

The physical body is not as strong as Fang Ze.

The strange and obscure true qi is absorbed by the immortal bones and cannot cause damage.

The lack of calmness at the beginning made Xie Yan more and more passive and desperate the more he fought.

At this point.

Xie Yan's face was no longer calm.

His seven orifices were all permeated with blood, and he looked hideous and terrifying.

Fighting with Fang Ze for three moves, Fang Ze was able to hit Xie Yan twice in a row, and the last move was either a fight or an injury.

Xie Yan couldn't bear it anymore.

His decline has long been there.

At this time, you can't escape, you can't fight, you can't fight hard.

The rest is simply despair.

For a moment, Xie Yan felt that this despair seemed to be the epitome of his life.

Fang Ze is unusually calm, and he is not greedy for merit, just such a move, he will change it when he has the opportunity.

He didn't want to torture Xie Yan.

It's just cautious enough that he doesn't want to give Xie Yan a chance to use a Dafa similar to the Heavenly Demon Disintegration and end up together.

He was waiting for Xie Yan to collapse.

Finally, the tipping point has arrived.

Xie Yan slapped a palm, but it was vain and weak, and even the direction was empty.

It's not a trick.

Xie Yan's eyes were bleeding, he didn't know how much of his eyesight was left, and his physical strength was about to run out.

Fang Ze saw the opportunity, calmly cut in, and hit Xie Yan in the heart with his left fist.

Xie Yan squirted, and the person flew.

Fang Ze kicked out with his right foot and slapped it directly on Xie Yan's head.

Xie Yan was swept out of the air, fell to the ground, and slid seven or eight meters away.

He fell there, not moving.

Fang Ze slowly lowered his legs.

He knew that Xie Yan didn't have the strength to fight anymore.

However, it feels like Xie Yan is not dead yet.

Fang Ze took a long breath and walked over slowly.

Xie Yan was lying on the grass, and there was a stream not far in front of him.

He opened his eyes, and blood flowed from all seven orifices.

However, at this time, Xie Yan's expression was not as hideous as when he did it.

He opened his eyes and looked at the sky, not knowing what he was thinking.

Fang Ze looked at Xie Yan on the ground and was silent for a moment.

"You don't have much time, do you want to say anything at the end?"

Fang Ze asked.

His tone was calm, not as irritating as he was when he started with Xie Yan.

The words of the heart before the move were to provoke Xie Yan and not give him a chance to escape.

At this time, Xie Yan was already bound to die.

Fang Ze was not interested in insulting a dying man.

Xie Yan looked at the sky, there were white clouds floating in the sky on the valley, and he didn't know if he could see or not with his current eyesight.

"You're right."

"I'm a loser."

Xie Yan said surgingly.

His tone was calm, as if he had sensed impending death.

"It's a little late to realize now." Fang Zedao.

Xie Yan didn't answer, and continued:

"I was adopted by Master since I was a child, and the first idea and belief I came into contact with in my life was to restore the Holy Gate."

"This is my original credo, the only meaning of my life."

"Until I met Junzhu."

Fang Ze looked at Xie Yan, he also wanted to hear what this evil emperor would say when he was dying.

Xie Yan looked at the white clouds in the sky and said:

"It was I who planned to kill Yunzhu."

"But it's not because she's in the way of the cause of recovering the Holy Gate."

"The real reason, I haven't told anyone...... That's because of my fear. ”

"Before I met her, I had never doubted the meaning of my life, and it was my mission to restore the Holy Gate, but I met her...... I found the days with her to be so hollow and ridiculous. ”

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid of the days I've never imagined, and the self I've never imagined."

"So, I killed him."

"After all, it wasn't my ambition that killed Yunzhu, but my cowardice."

"You're right, I'm a loser."

Fang Ze listened quietly.

This master of divine accumulation, the Evil Emperor, at the end of his life, is finally willing to face himself truthfully.

"Repent now, it's too late." Fang Zedao.

"yes, it's too late." Xie Yan said.

After a moment of silence, Xie Yan returned to his light, and a little brilliance appeared in his gradually dissipated eyes.

"I don't feel sorry to die at your hands."

"If I say I regret it, I only regret that I was born in the Demon Gate."

"I regret that I didn't have a little more courage to choose the life I really want."

"In the next life, I don't want to be a demon hope, a master of Shenyun."

"Just let me be an ordinary person."

After Xie Yan finished speaking, the divine light in his eyes gradually dissipated and disappeared.

Xie Yan, dead.

Fang Ze looked at Xie Yan and shook his head slightly.

Why do people have to see what they want when they are dying?

The life of this evil emperor can be regarded as a tragedy.

However, is it another kind of luck to be able to realize it before death?

Fang Ze sighed.

A moment later.

Fang Ze suddenly turned around and looked behind him.

In between, a beautiful plain-clothed woman whose face was covered by half of the light veil stood not far behind Fang Ze.

Demon queen, Fan Qianhong.

Fang Ze looked at Fan Qianhong.

"I'm a little surprised to see you here."

"I thought you weren't coming."

Fang Ze said.

Fan Qianhong's expression was not as free and easy as when he first met Fang Ze.

There was something in her look that was hard to explain.

"I know that Xie Yan comes here every year, and I really haven't been here again before." Fan Qianhong said.

"Then why are you here today?" Fang Ze asked.

Fan Qianhong smiled helplessly and said, "Because, I know that this time, Xie Yan may die here." ”

"No matter how he is, he and I are finally husband and wife, and I don't want him to even have someone to collect his bones."

She sighed and said, "Mr. Yuan, I didn't come here today to do anything with you. ”

"Xie Yan is dead, and I am the only one who can hold up the façade in the Holy Gate."

"I am alone, and there is no hope for the restoration of the Holy Gate in my generation."

"If Mr. Yuan allows me to take Xie Yan's bones, after I bury him, I will prepare to retire from the rivers and lakes."

"There is no hope for my generation to recover the Holy Gate, all I can do is to pass on the concept and look at future generations."