Haotian Shengzi is gentle and elegant on the surface, and he looks like a beautiful son, but there are countless conspiracies and tricks in secret, and Duan Fan's impression of this person has also dropped to the freezing point.

The Haotian Holy Son touched Duan Fan's taboo, so the Haotian Holy Son must die.

However, the Holy Son of Haotian seemed to be more anxious than Duan Fan, and with a wave of his hand, a treasure like a stone tablet appeared in his hand.

"Demon Suppression Monument!"

Seeing this, the three Holy Emperors all showed a look of surprise on their faces.

"That's right, this is the Demon Suppression Monument!"

Haotian Holy Son was slightly proud, nodded, and Zhenyuan was fiercely poured into the Demon Suppression Monument, and the Demon Suppression Monument suddenly became a hundred zhang in size, and fell straight to the ground.

At the same time, an incomparably mysterious power emanated from the Demon Suppression Monument, with the Demon Suppression Monument as the center, the space within a radius of three thousand meters began to become solidified, as if the entire space was filled with mercury, extremely heavy, and almost all of the people's hands and feet were bound.

This is the power of the Demon Suppression Monument. The Demon Suppression Monument can seal off a piece of space, and it is impossible for anyone who wants to enter or exit this space. Unless you smash the Demon Suppression Tablet, or behead the person who holds the Demon Suppression Tablet.

The Holy Son of Haotian took out the Demon Suppression Seal Tablet in order to prevent Duan Fan from escaping. This time, he had already made up his mind to kill Duan Fan, and Duan Fan would never be allowed to have half a chance of survival.

"How is it, isn't it very uncomfortable in the space blocked by this Demon Suppression Monument?" Haotian Holy Son looked at Duan Fan with a smile, his face full of banter.

Duan Fan moved his body, and found that every step of his body movement was extremely difficult, and the surrounding space was all imprisoned, and it was probably very difficult to calmly leave the space blocked by the Demon Suppression Monument.

"Duan Fan boy, this time is a huge test, the old man can't help you with anything, but you have to remember that don't think about escaping at this time, otherwise there is only a dead end. If you can, you must find a way to grab the Demon Suppression Monument, it is a good treasure. Xuanyuan Zhantian's voice remembered in Duan Fan's good sea, and his words were full of solemnity.

"I'll try my best!"

Duan Fan nodded, the seventh-level Demon Refining Tower was already in his hand, raised his feet, and slowly approached the Haotian Holy Son step by step.

The Holy Son of Haotian is the holder of the Demon Suppression Monument, and he blocks everything in a three-thousand-meter radius, but he himself can walk comfortably in this three-thousand-meter space. When he saw Duan Fan approaching him like a snail, the corners of his mouth sneered with disdain.

Without hesitation, the figure of Haotian Holy Son instantly appeared in front of Duan Fan, and slammed his fist towards Duan Fan's face.

"You'd never have thought you'd be here today!"

Touch!

Duan Fan didn't resist, and let Haotian Holy Son's fist smash down on his face, Haotian Holy Son sneered disdainfully, but at this moment, Duan Fan slammed out, grabbed Haotian Holy Son's hand with one hand, and pulled it hard.

Poof, one of Haotian Holy Son's arms was torn off by Duan Fan, blood sprayed, and Haotian Holy Son retreated in embarrassment.

"You...... Look for death!"

Haotian Holy Son was furious, he never thought that Duan Fan would have such a great strength to resist at this time, he snorted coldly, and a sword with cold light appeared in his hand, and the cold light appeared, and a sword stabbed at Duan Fan's dantian.

While!

Duan Fan's seventh-level Demon Refining Tower instantly appeared in front of him, blocking the sword of Haotian Holy Son.

Haotian Holy Son was furious, brushed and brushed, and stabbed down with three swords in a row, but all of them were blocked by the seventh-level demon refining tower. The seventh-level Demon Refining Tower is like a hard turtle shell, which cannot be broken no matter what.

"Holy Emperor, you still don't make a move, when will you wait?" Haotian Holy Son was annoyed, Lao Tzu was tired and tired here alone, and the three of you were fucking watching a play there, what do you mean?

"It's not that we don't make a move, it's that you blocked this space, and it's difficult for us to make a move!" replied the Heavenly Son of Heaven without being salty.

"Humph!"

The Holy Son of Haotian snorted coldly, and with a movement of his heart, he lifted the blockade of the Demon Suppression Monument on the three Holy Princes.

The bodies of the three Holy Emperors suddenly lightened, and their whole bodies became refreshed.

"Humph!"

Seeing the appearance of the three Holy Princes, Haotian Holy Son snorted coldly, he had just played a little trick and deliberately sealed all the three Holy Emperors in the blocked space of the Demon Suppression Monument. As long as he kills Duan Fan in a short period of time and takes away the seventh-level Demon Refining Tower, it will be impossible for the Holy Prince and the others to rob him.

It's just that what Haotian Holy Son didn't expect was that even if Duan Fan was blocked in this space by the Demon Suppression Monument, it was so difficult, which made him angry.

The three Holy Princes slowly stepped forward, and the four of them formed four directions to surround Duan Fan. They knew that Duan Fan would not be able to escape the blockade of the Demon Suppression Monument, so they were not worried that Duan Fan would escape at all.

All of a sudden, Duan Fan fell into a huge crisis.

It's just that Duan Fan stood quietly in place and didn't move, like an old monk in a fixed place, as motionless as a mountain.

"Shoot!"

Haotian Holy Son let out a loud shout, and another sword stabbed Duan Fan's heart.

For the powerhouses of the Dragon Transformation Realm, although the heart is no longer so important, if it is stabbed, it will have a great impact on combat power.

Therefore, Duan Fan didn't dare to be ambiguous, and directly reached out and grabbed the sword of the Haotian Holy Son, and suddenly with a force, he wanted to snatch the sword from the Haotian Holy Son.

But the Holy Son of Haotian is obviously not muddy, Zhenyuan suddenly poured into the sword, and the sword was full of aura, and he broke free from Duan Fan's big hand in an instant.

"If you want to go, come back to me!"

Duan Fan snorted coldly, Zhenyuan's big hand grabbed it again, directly grabbed the sword in the hand of Haotian Holy Son, and put it into his storage ring without hesitation.

It's just that he didn't wait long for Duan Fan to be happy, and the attack of the three Holy Princes had already arrived.

The fierce fist of the Holy Emperor fell on Duan Fan's body like raindrops, and Duan Fan's blood spurted wildly.

A thin sword of the Heavenly Legend Holy Son was like a scythe of death, slashing across Duan Fan's body, and a huge hole appeared in Duan Fan's strong body, and blood fell like rain.

The fatal blow was Jiang Tianhai's Absolute Immortal Sword, which stabbed directly into Duan Fan's chest.

Duan Fan snorted, and the improved version of the Heaven-Shaking Fist slammed out, smashing into Jiang Tianhai's chest with a punch.

Poof!

Jiang Tianhai spurted out a mouthful of old blood, and his body fell backwards sharply like a kite with a broken string.

"Ahh

Duan Fan looked up to the sky and roared, his voice shook the sky, and it spread dozens of miles away, his body was already covered with blood, and his appearance was extremely hideous and terrifying.

Haotian Holy Son didn't care about Duan Fan's vicious appearance at this time, Zhenyuan's big hand slammed down, directly slapping Duan Fan to the ground.

There was a loud bang, and Duan Fan smashed a big hole on the ground.

"Good opportunity, right now, let's kill Duan Fan in one fell swoop!"

The Holy Son of Haotian took the lead in attacking the big pit on the ground. It's just that his figure hasn't entered the ground pit yet, and a gray divine light shines down instantly, and the Haotian Holy Son didn't react at all, and his body was pierced by this gray divine light. His figure was like Jiang Tianhai, flying out upside down.

At the same time, Duan Fan's figure slowly climbed up from the pit, holding a quaint bronze mirror in his hand.

This is the source magnet mirror, which can deliver a fatal blow without others noticing.

"It's a pity that the grade of the source magnetic mirror is still too low, otherwise this time the immortality of the Haotian Holy Son will only end up with half a life. Duan Fan put away the source magnetic mirror and touched the blood on the corner of his mouth.

Although it was only a few fights just now, Duan Fan was fighting with injuries for injuries, he would rather fight for serious injuries, and he would not hesitate not to kill a person, Duan Fan was really unwilling.

Except for the Nine Dragons White Jade Ring, the Holy Emperor did not have a magic weapon to take advantage of, and the only attack magic weapon was snatched away by Immortal. Now seeing Duan Fan exerting his might, the Holy Emperor is a little afraid to be sharp.

The Heavenly Legend Holy Son has always been very jealous of Duan Fan, and every time he attacks, he has always left room for it, and until now he has not made a full attack.

"Heavenly Son, you and I have no grievances, if you leave now, the grievances between the two of us can be written off. ”

Duan Fan also knew that the Heavenly Transmission Holy Son had always kept his hand on him, so he wanted to separate the Heavenly Transmission Holy Son.

The Heavenly Son shook his head. "I'm here for the seventh-level Demon Refining Tower, even if you and I have no grudges, I have to kill you. ”

"Then there is nothing to say. ”

Duan Fan took a step forward, and the improved version of the Heaven Shaking Fist slammed down towards the Heavenly Transmission Holy Son.

This punch looked weak and had no lethality, but the Heavenly Transmission Holy Son did not dare to underestimate it at all, and his figure flashed and disappeared in place.

Burst!

Duan Fan punched the air, and there was no surprise, the next moment he had already appeared in front of the Holy Prince.

"Holy Emperor, you are going to die!"

As Duan Fan's words fell, a fist the size of an adult fell, slamming into the body of the Holy Emperor, and the figure on his body was smashed directly into the ground.

There was a loud bang, and a huge crater appeared on the ground again, and a puff of smoke and dust rose everywhere, and the sky shook and the earth shook.

"Poof!"

At the same time, a sharp sword pierced directly through Duan Fan's heart, blood flowed out like rain, and the aura on his body suddenly weakened a little.

"Jiang Tianhai!"

Duan Fan turned his head with difficulty, and saw Jiang Tianhai's sneering face.

"Don't take any enemy lightly, that's what I've learned from you. After Jiang Tianhai finished speaking, Zhenyuan suddenly poured into the Absolute Immortal Sword, and with a poof, the Absolute Immortal Sword pierced Duan Fan's chest again.

In a matter of moments, Jiang Tianhai had already penetrated Duan Fan's chest three times.

If it were an ordinary person, he would have died a long time ago at this time, because there were not many people who could withstand the killing of the sword qi that was as sharp as a needle from the Absolute Immortal Sword. As long as the sword qi of the Absolute Immortal Sword enters the body, the needle-like sword qi can instantly destroy people's vitality and make people die in a short period of time.