Chen Xiaotian and Wan Hong are both strong on one side, if the two of them attack with all their might, Tang Fan has no chance of winning at all.

If you want to break this killing game, it's best to kill one person while they are still testing themselves.

Tang Fan calculated every step in advance, and as long as there was a slight mistake between the virtual and the real, it was possible that it would never recover.

Wan Hong looked at Tang Fan, who was sneering in front of him, and still couldn't believe his eyes.

It's really Chen Xiaotian who died too quickly, he is a strong man at the peak of the Martial King realm, and he is a double cultivator, how could he be cut off by Tang Fan's head.

"You...... Do you dare to kill the deputy master of the Eight Poles Gate? ”

Wan Hong looked solemn and said with palpitations.

Compared to the Baji Gate, Tang Fan is simply an ant and an elephant, but he dares to challenge the powerful Baji Gate, which is really boring.

"No matter who it is, if you bully me, you will die, what is the Eight Pole Gate, you ...... It's nothing! ”

As Tang Fan spoke, he looked up at the An family elder who was standing on the tree, hoping that Chen Xiaotian's death would shock him.

If he is smart, he should do it now; If he is timid, run away immediately.

Otherwise, Tang Fan would never let him go.

The elder of the An family was also shocked to the extreme, he knew Tang Fanqiang, but it was still beyond his imagination.

He was conflicted right now and didn't know what to do.

"Tang Fan, you were able to kill Chen Xiaotian just now, it was a complete accident, and the Baji Gate will definitely not let you go!"

Wan Hong wanted to say something to disturb Tang Fan's thoughts, but it was really that the combat power he showed exceeded that of the Zhuji Monk too much.

Especially his speed and physical strength, he was slashed in the shoulder by Chen Xiaotian and nothing happened.

"Then I'll kill you before the Eight Poles Gate makes trouble for me!"

"Arrogance, how can I, Wan Hong, be afraid of you!"

Wan Hong waved his hands, and a rich blood qi emanated from the outside of his body, even his hair was dyed red, and the smell of blood all over his body wafted in all directions, extremely evil. It's like a terrifying god of killing.

"Then let's fight!"

After Tang Fan finished speaking, he clenched his fists and rushed towards Wan Hong.

"Your punch is strong, but it's useless to me!"

Wan Hong saw that Tang Fan was still going to perform the fist technique just now, and the corners of his mouth showed a trace of contempt.

No matter how strong your combat power is, you still have too few skills!

Tang Fan didn't speak, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and the Panshan Sutra was running, mobilizing the cultivation of his whole body, and he threw an earth-shattering punch.

This time, he exerted his full strength, exerting his full strength with the five-style nine-turn Shengang fist. Although the fifth form is not skilled enough, when combined, it is still strong.

Five figures flew out, only the last one looked a little weak, these five figures were all Tang Fan's shadows, their fists finally fused together, and the golden fist shadows displayed made people unable to open their eyes.

"Damn, you hid before!"

Only then did Wan Hong understand the plan, and quickly pinched his fingers, and melted the blood and qi of his whole body into a blood-colored shield in front of him, which was used to resist Tang Fan's fist light.

"Boom ......"

An explosion shook the sky, and even the earth trembled.

"Bang ......"

The blood-colored shield cracked one after another, and eventually collapsed.

"Ahh

Wan Hong was impacted, and his body was blown back dozens of meters. If it weren't for the blood-colored shield that neutralized most of his attacks, he would have been killed by now.

"What kind of physical power is this, it can support such a powerful supernatural power!"

Wan Hong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and when Tang Fan was weak, he pinched his fingers, and the collapsed blood qi fused into a huge handprint, and went straight to Tang Fan's throat to grab it.

"It's my turn!"

Tang Fan saw that the handprint was caught, and sighed in his heart, although his strength had increased a lot after breaking through the five immortal veins, it was still impossible to kill the peak powerhouse of the Jiedan with one punch.

Unless he can exert the full power of the Fifth Form of the Divine Gang Fist.

Wan Hong's blood-colored handprint was still expanding, and there was a whistling sound from it, like a devil urging his life.

That's not all, at the same time as his handprint flew out, he pinched his finger again, and a blood-colored long knife appeared behind him, slashing towards Tang Fan's head with the handprint.

A peak monk with abundant spiritual power, he can support his chain attacks.

Now he is playing to his fullest.

Tang Fan sneered at the corner of his mouth, and while taking out the black parasol and the thousand-year-old turtle shell, he took a wonderful step under his feet.

It's not that he hasn't fought at the peak of the Jie Dan, and he knows how terrible they are, which is why he easily didn't throw out the talisman and poison pill.

Under his feet, a cloud of mist appeared, surrounding him and forming the formation of the Qiankun Array.

This time, he did the opposite, not using the formation to trap the opponent, but as his own defense.

"It's ......"

Wan Hong was stunned, not understanding what Tang Fan was going to do.

The mist of the Qiankun Array emitted a white light, and Wan Hong couldn't see Tang Fan's situation in the formation at all.

At this time, the blood-colored handprint was the first to blast to the periphery of the formation.

Under the loud noise, the formation was distorted, and although cracks appeared, it did not completely collapse.

But Tang Fan in the formation was shocked, but fortunately, he could still bear it.

But before the formation was repaired, the blood-colored long knife had already been cut down.

"Boom!"

There was another loud bang, and the Qiankun Array finally couldn't hold it anymore and completely collapsed.

The blood-colored long knife was still there, and it went straight to Tang Fan in the formation and slashed it.

Tang Fan had already prepared, and the Panshan Sutra was running at full strength, and the thousand-year-old turtle shell was lifted above his head.

"Bang!"

The blood-colored knife slashed at the turtle's shell, and although it didn't smash it, it shook it away.

"Die!"

Wan Hong roared, and under Tang Fan's heavy defense, although the blood-colored long knife only had one percent of its power left, it was still aimed at his head and cut off.

At this time, Tang Fan had no power to resist.

But at this moment, two ghostly lights suddenly emanated from his chest, and the two dragon scales that merged with him formed a black barrier above his head.

This barrier is thick and vicissitudes, and it exudes an ancient aura. Nine days away, there seemed to be dragon scales roaring, as if telling the unwillingness in my heart.

"Bang!"

The blood-colored long knife collapsed, and although the black barrier was fine, Tang Fan was also shocked and flew into the distance.

Tang Fan stabilized his body after flying out a few meters, except for his unstable cultivation, he was not injured.

The dragon scales are really strong!

Tang Fan recalled the danger just now, and was still afraid.

If it weren't for the dragon scales that came out in time, he would still be injured based on the Panshan Sutra alone.

With my current cultivation, the Qiankun Array really can't trap the peak powerhouse of the Jiedan!

Tang Fan said to himself in his heart, he deliberately used the Qiankun Array to resist just now, just to test the strength of the Qiankun Array.

"You...... Are you okay? ”

Wan Hong saw that Tang Fan didn't have a, and his eyes almost fell to the ground in shock.

Whether it was the bloody handprint or the blood-colored long knife, he never lost his hand. This time at the same time, he already looked down on Tang Fan, but he didn't expect him to be unscathed.

It must be the black barrier, but what the hell is that!

Wan Hong's eyes were dewed and thoughtful, and his heart became more solemn.

Tang Fan took out a handful of pills and took it, and after Xiu Wei was replenished, he pinched his fingers, and a red light shot straight towards Wan Hong.

"Cloud Tribulation!"

Under Tang Fan's guidance, the Sky Slashing Sword was like a rocket, cutting through the sky, and the blazing breath emitted roasted the leaves around him to dry and scorched yellow.

"What a powerful sword, you forced me!"

Wan Hong didn't dare to be careless, and his cultivation was running, and he slapped his palm on his head, and a mouthful of thick blood spurted out.

"Blood, please!"

As soon as Wan Hong's words fell, his blood and qi fused, forming a blood-colored giant in front of him, and flew straight towards the Sky Flying Sword.

"Fellow Daoist, if you help me kill this person, I will be grateful!"

After Wan Hong's body was bleeding, he was much weaker, and he was still worried that he would not be able to carry Tang Fan, so he clenched his fist at the elder An on the trunk.

"You dare!"

Without waiting for the elder An to reply, Tang Fan shouted violently.