Seeing that Fang Yan was getting closer and closer to him, Bai Juchang's face became more and more hideous, as if he had seen him die under his merciless attack.

There's nothing more satisfying than slapping him to death with such a palm, right? Thinking of this, his speed couldn't help but speed up a little, and he wanted to kill him immediately.

Thousands of feet away, Ling Jingyao and the gray-clothed old man saw this scene in their eyes, and their hearts shook slightly.

Neither of them expected that the dialect would attack in this way that was most unfavorable to him.

A smile had already appeared on the face of the gray-clothed old man, as if he had seen the bleak end of the dialect. For him, it was a battle without suspense. The only thing that he couldn't understand was where Ling Jingyao got the confidence to dare to let him and Bai Juchang Yibo go.

Ling Jingyao was a little nervous, but for some reason, she wasn't worried. With her understanding of the dialect, if he wasn't very sure, he would never have made such a suicidal attack.

The speed of Bai Juchang and Fang Yan was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, they gathered in one place, and the two palms wrapped in vitality seemed to collide with each other in an extremely strong posture.

"Smack!"

The sound of the two fists meeting suddenly sounded, followed by ......

"Boom!"

Two rays of vitality from different bodies met in mid-air, making a deafening sound.

"Huh!"

At the intersection of the vitality, the air distorted, and the fierce energy centered on the two of them, surging in all directions, making the water below churn as if it had been swept by a strong wind.

What everyone didn't expect was that after the two palms were handed over, Fang Yan didn't take half a step back, and his palms were still tightly attached to Bai Juchang's fist. However, from the somewhat painful look on his face, it seemed that he was not feeling well at this time.

In any case, the strength of the two is still a full level apart.

But even so, Bai Juchang was surprised, looking at the dialect close at hand in disbelief, it seemed that he couldn't figure it out, he was only in the early stage, why did he have such a strong vitality? Can you compete with yourself?

"Ahem......"

At this moment, Fang Yan suddenly snorted, and a trail of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth, and his body retreated uncontrollably. Although he had tried his best to control it, he still quickly retreated.

Although he is much stronger than people of the same level, he is still slightly inferior to a person who is really stronger than him. is so hard-hitting, he can't take advantage of it at all. If it were someone else, I am afraid that at this time, I would have been seriously injured and flew out.

If it weren't for the fact that he was somewhat sure of himself, he wouldn't dare to carry it with Bai Juchang like this. However, he knew that it was obviously impossible to kill Bai Juchang without paying some price.

However, although he couldn't block the opponent's attack, he was able to hold on for so long under the opponent's full force, which was enough to show that his vitality was not much worse than Bai Juchang.

Seeing Fang Yan retreat in embarrassment, Bai Juchang's eyes lit up, where would he let go of such a good opportunity, his body moved, and he chased after him.

Seeing this, Fang Yan's face was a little hideous, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile, which was a little weird.

"Woohoo!"

The two spiritual weapons that had been holding in his hands trembled slightly, and stabbed straight towards Bai Juchang.

Bai Juchang sneered, flipped his palm, and a spiritual weapon flashed out from between his fingers, blocking one of the spiritual weapons, and then, with a slight touch of his palm, the other spiritual weapon also stopped in front of him, and it was difficult to enter.

"You think this will save you?" Bai Juchang sneered again and again, his palms linked, wanting to launch some terrifying attack.

"Jingle bell!"

But at this moment, a piercing bell suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Buzz!"

Unprepared, he only felt a roar in his mind, his eyes were dark, and he almost fainted, the attack in his hand instantly collapsed, and his body was even more shaky.

A dazzling light burst out of Fang Yan's eyes, and his heart was in a hurry.

The unhindered spiritual weapon in front of Bai Juchang shook slightly, and stabbed directly into his chest. Unhindered into it.

"Whew!"

With a soft sound, the spirit weapon pierced directly through his body.

Bai Juchang's body stiffened violently, his pupils suddenly dilated, his face was full of horror, and he stood in the air in a daze.

After a moment, he glanced down at his chest in disbelief, then slowly turned his head to look at Fang Yan, his eyes wide open.

Fang Yan stopped a few feet away, his chest rose and fell rapidly, but the expression on his face was very calm.

"You've lost!"

Three cold words rang all around.

A trail of blood flowed down from the corner of Bai Juchang's mouth, and then, with a shake, he plunged into the sea.

The son of the Giant Spirit Gate disappeared into this world like this, and the person who killed him was a young man he didn't care about at all. I have to say that if he could be a little more cautious, he wouldn't have revealed such a big flaw.

Looking at the splashing waves of dialects, dialects let out a long sigh of relief. Since he had the idea of killing him, he naturally wouldn't have anything to spare. The spiritual weapon just now passed directly through his heart, and no one could save him anymore.

At the moment when Bai Juchang was planted in the sea, the two spirit weapons that had been entangled in mid-air also stopped, and Fang Yan's body moved, directly putting the original spirit weapon into the space ring, and then quickly galloped towards Ling Jingyao's position.

Thousands of feet away, Ling Jingyao and the gray-clothed old man were so shocked by this sudden upheaval that they forgot to breathe. They all stood in place, stiff and stiff.

The two never thought that Bai Juchang would actually die in his hands.

A moment ago, they had seen that Fang Yan was forced to retreat by Bai Juchang's attack, but at that moment, Bai Juchang suddenly stopped as if he had fallen into a demon, and watched the spiritual weapon pierce into his chest.

The whole process was only a blink of an eye, so fast that before they even knew it, he had already fallen into the sea.

Because it was nearly a thousand feet away, the bell did not reach his ears. So, they don't know what really happened at that time. Of course, Ling Jingyao, who had some understanding of the details of the dialect, had already vaguely guessed something.

"Shhh

After seeing Fang Yan flying towards him, the gray-clothed old man suddenly came back to his senses, gasped fiercely, and a look of horror spread in his eyes, and a rare look of fear appeared on his face.

Soon, he seemed to think of something, his face changed greatly, his body moved, and he ran wildly into the distance.