"Zhang Tao, I said that if you dare to hurt Xiaopang, I will kill you," looking at Zhang Tao opposite, Qin Fan said coldly.

"Want my life?" Zhang Tao was stunned for a moment, then laughed wildly, and said half-loudly: "Just by you, do you think you are still my opponent?" Looking at Qin Fan on the other side with disdain, Zhang Tao's heart was full of belief in victory.

Just now, Zhang Tao discovered a fact, perhaps due to the influence of the demon, his true yuan did not retreat but advanced even further, and even stepped into the tenth level of qi training, on the other hand, Qin Fan on the opposite side had a sickly face, a bamboo pole-like figure, as if a gust of wind could blow it down.

Qin Fan slowly closed his eyes, feeling his body trembling constantly, but an inexplicable sadness rose in his heart, he had strange symptoms since he was a child, and they would break out every once in a while, and it was precisely because of this that his cultivation had never been refined.

Recently, there have been frequent outbreaks of illness, but Qin Fan's body is not as good as day by day, and this is not counting, but it broke out at this critical moment.

Zhang Tao on the side naturally discovered Qin Fan's abnormality, and asked with a tentative taste: "Qin Fan, aren't you very arrogant? What's wrong?" secretly mentioned all his true yuan and tried his best to guard against it.

He has always been defeated in the hands of Qin Fan, and he always has an inexplicable fear of Qin Fan, and it is precisely because of this that he is afraid of what tricks Qin Fan is playing, or what big moves he is preparing. He has suffered a lot of losses before.

"Didn't you see it?" Qin Fan forced his body to support the discomfort, opened his eyes, and smiled slightly sarcastically. Zhang Tao's character is best known to him, and he must not show flaws at this time, otherwise there is only a dead end waiting for him.

"Tell you, don't think about tricks!" Zhang Tao coldly dropped a sentence and tightened the water cloud thorn in his hand, but in the end, he didn't have the courage to do it, and the two sides were deadlocked.

In this way, a strange picture was formed in the eyes of everyone outside, since the two of them went to the stage of life and death, they fell into a strange static state, Zhang Tao lost his original ruthlessness and viciousness, and Qin Fan seemed to have forgotten his hatred, the two of them stood far away, and no one moved.

Seeing that the direction of things was in his own calculations, Qin Fan couldn't help but show a sneer in his heart, although he was eager for revenge, he was not a fool, the blue light that Xiaopang was hit by before, even in his heyday, he couldn't stop it.

The competition of cultivators is nothing more than three things: cultivation, magic weapons, and elixirs.

Among the three, Qin Fan did not have anything more than Zhang Tao, but was inferior to people everywhere, but Qin Fan was definitely not acting rashly, the Infinite Sword Palace had a long history of creation, and it is said that the first generation of patriarch Xiaoyaozi was once a person in the rivers and lakes, and by chance he obtained the secret book of cultivation: "The Seven Volumes of the Big Dipper" created the main peak of the seven veins of the Infinite Sword Palace. It has made a great name.

Xiaoyaozi was a master of the secular world before he cultivated the truth, and although he created the glory of the Infinite Sword Palace, he still couldn't forget his early life, so he integrated all the secular classics in a vain attempt to create a martial arts cultivation, but there was no example of success for thousands of years, it was that simple.

Although Xiaoyaozi failed in the end, the integrated classics were left in the various peaks and veins, and occasionally circulated out for one or two pages that were regarded as supreme treasures by secular martial artists, but unfortunately no follow-up classics were created, and the cultivation of martial arts reached the top of the twelfth layer of qi training, and if you want to go further, you can only turn to the cultivation of the true law.

Qin Fan has been practicing the true law since he was a child, but he has always made slow progress, and he regresses from time to time, so in his spare time, he has flipped through all kinds of classics handed down in Shaoguang Peak, and unexpectedly found that the cultivation of secular martial arts is comparable to ordinary outer disciples, and since then he has been fascinated by all kinds of martial arts, which is also the reason why Zhang Tao has been defeated in the hands of Qin Fan several times.

Like the cultivation realm, secular martial arts are also divided into two lines: the righteous path and the demon sect, and occasionally in a book called the Demon Dao Secret Codex, Qin Fan saw an interesting secret technique: the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa.

Using his own menstrual blood reversal, he instantly gained a strength that was several times or even dozens of times stronger than himself, this is Qin Fan's hole card, from the moment he saw Zhang Tao's shot, Qin Fan knew that he would definitely not be Zhang Tao's opponent, and only by virtue of the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa did he have the strength to fight.

According to the records in the book, the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa can only last for an hour, and when the time is up, the essence and blood will be empty, and the blood vessels in the whole body will burst and die, which is a method of burning vitality.

"I didn't expect that I would also be useful to you one day!" Qin Fan laughed self-deprecatingly, without hesitation, bit the tip of his tongue, and used the pitiful true yuan in his body to quickly seal a few key points.

Qin Fan's pale face swelled up with a strange red tide, his dark and clear eyes suddenly became deep and blood-red, and a small storm rolled up around his body, feeling the continuous increase of the true yuan in his body, Qin Fan's mouth showed a cold smile at the corner of his mouth, with his strange blood-red eyes, he was dressed in black clothes and black robes like a blood demon in hell. An invisible storm spread around the two of them.

"What did you do?" Zhang Tao was not a fool, feeling the pressure coming from Qin Fan's body getting stronger and stronger, he couldn't help but feel a little panicked.

"What did I do?" Qin Fan grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, and said coldly: "I want your life!" The black robe around him was windless, and the powerful power filled his body, Qin Fan felt that it was unprecedentedly powerful, enough to compare to a master of ten levels of qi training.

Compared to the entire cultivation process, the twelfth layer of Qi cultivation belongs to the lowest level of existence, only by constantly absorbing the free aura, you can improve step by step, and only when you reach the twelfth layer do you need a certain amount of perception to break through to the foundation, which is also the reason why Qin Fan can rely on the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa to reach the tenth level of Qi cultivation in one fell swoop, of course, this is only an hour of validity.

"An hour?" The corners of Qin Fan's mouth outlined an evil smile, with enough support from the true element, killing Zhang Tao was just a gesture, this was not Qin Fan's arrogance, but his self-confidence over the years, he could defeat Zhang Tao with the double of qi training before, let alone now.

However, Qin Fan still did not act rashly, the magic weapon in Zhang Tao's hand was a great threat to him, if he was not careful, I am afraid he would have to drink hatred, death is not terrible, when he used the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa, Qin Fan had the consciousness of death, the terrible thing is that he has not avenged the revenge of Xiaopang, so Qin Fan is waiting, waiting for that fleeting opportunity, and it is also an opportunity to kill with one blow.