Sikong Duan roared angrily from the bottom of his heart, Ling Fan not only had amazing martial arts, but also had the power of life and death against the five elements, and he actually knew how to attack with divine sense.

With so many amazing means, Sikong Xuan could imagine that Ling Fan must have encountered a great creation, and at the same time, he could not deny Ling Fan's own outstanding talent.

He was so jealous that he went crazy and made up his mind to get Ling Fan's soul.

In mid-air, at the same time as Ling Fan cast a fierce roar, the purple sword was already in his hand.

Before Sikong Duan could shout, Ling Fan had already discovered the problem, and his heart sank, and he immediately knew that it was not good.

The Scream didn't work as well as it should!

Immediately, Ling Fan slammed his body, slammed his body to the ground, and rushed towards Sikong Xuan with a little footstep.

He couldn't stop it, it was here, this blow had to be delivered, and the screaming of the fox more or less bought him a little time.

The purple sword swallowed the sword rays, carrying the rolling thunder sound, extremely fierce, and stabbed towards the sky.

"Die!"

Ling Fan roared wildly, with a hint of madness in his eyes, locking on to the void, and sending out an indomitable blow.

This blow, there is no return, if it does not hurt the enemy, Ling Fan himself will be in danger.

Just before, the moment Ling Fan sank his body, it was dangerous and dangerous, and the four skulls flew into the sky close to the back of Ling Fan's head, not knowing where to go.

Every time there is an extra skull in the Nine Spirits Immortal Killing Dafa, the damage increases exponentially, which is extremely difficult to cultivate but the damage is terrifying.

If this blow hits, it will be Ling Fan, even the powerhouse in the middle stage of the Channeling Energy Realm will also be fatally injured.

To be able to evade Dafa, Ling Fan's own quick reaction was of course important, but it was also important that the Evil Divine Roar stung Sikong Xuan's brain.

While Ling Fan was dodging the Nine Spirits Immortal Killing Dafa, Sikong Duan had already retreated violently towards the rear, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

If it weren't for the fact that he had devoured a lot of living souls, making his soul stronger than the ordinary Channeling Energy Realm, he would have been on the road just now.

Feeling the power of Ling Fan's blow just now, Sikong was shocked, and the secret path almost capsized in the gutter.

In the face of an enemy like Ling Fan, Sikong felt a little difficult to find himself, and the other party could kill Zhang Soulliang, he felt that it was not a problem at all.

Even, he thought that Zhang Soul Liang could keep the whole corpse, all because Ling Fan was attacked by several people at that time, otherwise the corpse would not be able to be saved.

Sikong Burst out dozens of meters away, the powerful ghost above his head followed him like a shadow, fluttering and flickering, and the two white arms kept opening and closing, transmitting a large amount of energy to him.

Looking at Ling Fan, who was rushing towards him close to the ground, Sikong sneered in his heart.

"Dare to come to Yin, you think too much!"

Sikong broke his arms and shook his arms, his sleeve robe danced, and more than a dozen black horses were frantically struck, stirring the air around him, like black pythons soaring into the air, and swept towards Ling Fan fiercely.

Ling Fan let out a clear roar, and the spiritual power and energy in his body surged wildly, and his strength and speed increased to the extreme.

He held the sword in his right hand, and streams of gray-black death energy quickly lingered on the purple sword.

With a sharp footstep, Ling Fan grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands, and rushed away with the sword in one.

Boom.

With the blessing of gray and black energy, the purple sword became extremely extraordinary, and all the Dao training that Sikong Xuan had fought was strangled, and with the momentum of moving forward bravely, he continued to rush forward.

With such a short buffer, Sikong Xuan had eased up, the tingling sensation in his brain disappeared completely, and the killing intent in his gloomy gaze was like substance.

"If you don't kill this son, there will be endless troubles!"

Thinking of Ling Fan's amazing combat power, the seal in his hand pinched continuously, and one after another black energy converged.

"Sen Luo Yin!"

Facing Ling Fan, who rushed to kill, he cast the Zhendian Mystery Method of the Senluo Palace.

A large seal floated in front of him, and the square seemed to be a square ding, with a black remnant sun rising and falling, and the energy fluctuations were extremely amazing.

"Go!"

With a push of both arms, Sen Luo Yin let out a dull sonic boom, leaving a black gas in the air, and rushed towards Ling Fan, the speed was extremely fast, far exceeding the speed of sound.

After casting the Sen Luo Yin, Sikong Broken's body was empty for a while, and the arms of the powerful ghost on the top of his head kept opening and closing, frantically absorbing energy, and then transmitting it to him, which shows the huge consumption of Sen Luo Yin.

Ling Fan watched Sen Luoyin rush towards him, he kept accumulating strength, and his hands holding the purple sword trembled slightly.

In the blink of an eye, the sword on the purple sword was three feet three, and the tip of the needle collided with Sen Luoyin.

Clang!

A strong force slammed into it, Ling Fan only felt as if he had been hit by the Ancient Divine Cow, the purple sword almost flew out of his hand, and the tiger's mouth cracked and blood flowed.

The gray-black energy and the black seal erode each other, and everything happened between the lightning and flint.

Circles of ripples spread out from the point of impact, sending the surrounding dust flying into the sky.

After an instant, Ling Fan's strength was overwhelmed, and the purple sword in his hand was crooked, and he was knocked out.

"Not good!"

Ling Fan's eyes darkened, and Sen Luoyin carried the residual energy and hit his shoulder blades.

pong！

The power of this blow was even stronger than the Nine Spirits Immortal Slaying Dafa with three skulls.

If it weren't for Ling Fan using the purple sword to consume most of Sen Luoyin's energy, he would probably be in danger.

With a fatal blow, Ling Fan flew out upside down like a broken kite, he seemed to hear the sound of bone cracking, and his heart was shocked.

"I really underestimate the strength of the Guiding Energy Realm. ”

Ling Fan's heart was extremely solemn, and he felt the threat of death.

This battle has been fought like this, which has surprised countless people.

The Guiding Energy Realm fought against the Transformation Realm, but it took so much effort to give people the illusion that the Guiding Energy Realm was not much stronger than the Transformation Realm.

In fact, it is not that he is weak, but that Ling Fan's strength is outstanding.

The gap between the ordinary Transformation Realm and the Guiding Energy Realm is huge, just like an adult and a young child.

If it weren't for Ling Fan's cultivation at the same time, he would have died several times.

Ordinary people didn't understand the difference in realm at all, they just hoped that Ling Fan could win from the bottom of their hearts.

This time, Ling Fan was hit hard, causing countless people's hearts to stop beating for half a beat.

"It's over, it's over!

"The people of the Evolution Sect are too powerful to beat!"

"Is my idol defeated like this? I don't believe it!"

This time is different, the Internet is full of aborigines talking, and there is a lot of mourning.

The people in the folded space are watching the play, and they are enjoying the despair of others.

The Senluo Hall has even begun to prepare to celebrate the hall master's achievement.

"Ling Fan!"

Yi Xiao cheered, tears hung in the corners of his eyes, his hands were tugging at his clothes, a little at a loss, not knowing whether to advance or retreat.

Erha's claws buckled into the cement road, his teeth were about to crush, and he shouted in his heart: "Ling Fan, you must hold on, you still have to accompany me to find my father!"

Boom.

Ling Fan fell to the ground, rubbing a blood mark on the ground, which was very miserable.

Facing the sky on his back, Ling Fan clenched his fist gently, he was observing his own situation, and he was not admitting defeat in his heart.

"I can still fight, I didn't lose, I'm definitely going to blow this thing up!"

A fiery red pill appeared in his hand, the size of a dragon's eye, exuding a spicy aura.

Ling Fan did not hesitate and swallowed it directly.

This is a pill that was originally scavenged from the old man surnamed Zhang who followed Luo Yuanwu, and was assessed as a "buff" by the system.

Ling Fan didn't know what the "gain" was, anyway, it was nothing more than increasing his cultivation and enhancing his strength, which would definitely have some effect on him now.