Martial Arts Peak

In the middle of the dense forest, chen fan was breathing heavily.

The battle has begun for nearly half a day. At this time, except for the black faced friars, all the others are killed by Chen fan!

See on the ground, lying in a row of dense corpses, death is extremely tragic, blood gathered into a pool of blood after another.

There are endless trees collapsed, rocks cracked, the ground a deep bottomless gullies, and deep pits.

It's not chen fan who killed him. Now it's the situation that you die and I die. How can Chen Fan keep his hand?

The path of a monk is a road of constant struggle for survival. Since he has chosen this road, he has to face the situation of killing and being killed at any time. Chen fan has already understood this point, so he has no burden in his heart.

Of course, to reach this point, he is not effortless, and now chen fan has been seriously injured.

A soft right arm, bone broken into several pieces, blood is flowing along the arm, even that demon tail into the long whip, have to use the left hand.

This is not the most serious injury. At the moment, there is a piercing wound about the size of a fist, which was left by the black faced monk.

Only a few points can hurt the elixir field!

This is the most serious injury, so that the circulation speed of Chen Fan's spiritual power was slowed down a little bit, and his hand was no longer as fierce as before.

"Sure enough, there are some means. I like the seed on your head very much. After killing you for a while, I will study it carefully."

The black faced friar is still in the peak state, with no trace of disorder in his breath. His eyes look at Chen Fan's demon species, showing unprecedented greed.

If he can use the demon's talent, he can see that if he can use the demon's talent, can he use it?

Looking at the extremely powerful demon tail, the black faced monk seemed to have uncontrollable joy in his heart.

In the hands of a young generation at the peak of Wuling, the demon tail can burst out such great power. If it is in the hands of the king of Wu, the power is not against the sky?

"Shaft, die!"

The black faced monk couldn't suppress his greedy heart. Once again, he urged eleven dragon dragons to attack him. He took out two daggers and held them in his palm, closely following the dragon!

See this situation, chen fan dare not have the slightest trust big, hastily mobilizes the whole body spirit power, relies on the demon tail resistance!

I saw his whole body immediately burst out a dazzling blue light, is facing the black faced friar burst out of the brown light.

When two light clusters collide, the first thing to suffer is the surrounding space.

See a group of extremely terrible energy fluctuations toward the surrounding rapid spread, where, no matter what obstacles, all turned into powder.

Chen FA almost exhausted all his spiritual power before finally resisting the black faced monk's attack, but the next moment, the dagger in the other side's hand was like a shadow.

"Poof!"

Two daggers so obliquely into Chen Fan's two shoulders, just listen to a click, then pierced the scapula.

At this moment, chen fan has been unable to fight again, and he even felt the arrival of death.

The whole person lost all protection for a moment and fell straight to the ground.

On the other side, when the black faced friar saw that he was successful, he sneered at the corner of his mouth again, and was not in a hurry to mend his knife. He fell slowly on this side and said in a deep voice.

"This is the difference in strength. Even if you have a treasure, you can't go against the sky. If you are about to die, I don't want you to be a dead ghost."

"Remember my name, the first elder of lingyunzong, sun Daxian!"