Baili.
Eighty miles.
Fifty miles.
Thirty miles.
The eighth-level immortal monk was extremely fast. In just a short moment, he had already approached within twenty miles of Wang Fan.
Bloody light appeared in his eyes, and he slowly raised his right hand, a terrifying energy wave emerged, and he shouted, "Go to hell."
Boom.
Following the sound, in an instant, the fist shot through the air and rushed towards Wang Fan at lightning speed.
This distance is already within his attack range.
He believed that Wang Fan would not be able to escape and would definitely die.
Ahead, Wang Fan also sensed a huge crisis. His eyelids couldn't help but twitch, and then he held the sword in his right hand and slashed back.
"The third form of the Divine Sword."
The huge sword light shot through the air, arousing a power several times more terrifying than before, and directly slashed towards the late-stage fist light of the Immortal Lord.
The two sides collided, causing a huge explosion in mid-air.
However, Wang Fan's third form of the Divine Sword failed to completely block the opponent's fist.
In an instant, the sword light was shattered, and the fist light continued to blast towards Wang Fan.
quick!
It's so fast!
Even though Wang Fan had experienced many battles, at this moment, he had no time to react.
With a bang, the fist hit his back hard. In an instant, blood and flesh spattered, and most of Wang Fan's bones were torn apart.
laugh!
Wang Fan opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face instantly turned pale.
At the same time, he also took advantage of the force of the impact, gritted his teeth and continued to rush into the distance crazily.
powerful!
It's really too strong.
The eighth level of immortality and the seventh level of immortality are not the same concept at all.
The eighth-level immortal who was chasing him behind him was dozens of times more powerful than Huang Feng and the other two.
This is because the third form of his Divine Sword weakened the power of the fist style. Otherwise,
Just this punch could probably kill him.
"Is the eighth-level immortal so powerful?" Wang Fan sighed inwardly, feeling a little hard to accept.
You know, when he killed Huang Feng and the others, he didn't go to such lengths.
In fact, although Huang Feng and the two of them are at the seventh level of the Immortal Lord, they are not considered strong at all in the seventh level of the Immortal Lord.
As for the eighth-level Immortal Lord who was chasing Wang Fan, otherwise, if the opponent could be sent by the Chu Dynasty Alliance to attack Yuan Dao and his party, how could he be weak?
After all, if the strength is too weak, it is just giving away food.
Even among the eighth-level monks of the Immortal Master, this person is already considered a top figure, far from being comparable to those like Huang Feng. He is far behind.
Although Wang Fan is said to be incredibly talented and powerful, his cultivation level is only at the level of Immortal Lord.
The Immortal Lord on the first level, let alone the Immortal Lord on the eighth level, not being instantly killed by the opponent is already quite unbelievable.
If Wang Fan hadn't been a body-refining monk, had stepped into the tenth level of the Immortal King, and was holding the ancient divine sword, the souls of those who had been killed would have been destroyed long ago.
"Not dead?" The eighth-level Immortal Master looked at this scene and couldn't help but change his expression slightly.
He actually failed to kill Wang Fan, who was on the first level of the Immortal Lord, with one strike. How could this be possible?
However, he was not ambiguous, and with a flash of his body, he was already pursuing again, and at the same time, he began to gather momentum crazily.
Today, if he couldn't kill Wang Fan, he would really lose face.
No, losing face is a trivial matter. I am afraid that even if he returns alive, he will be held accountable.
You know, when the fight reached this point, most of the monks realized that he was chasing Wang Fan.
If I can't kill him, how can I explain this?
Wang Fan didn't think about it that much at all. He didn't even have time to swallow pills to heal his injuries.
At this moment, he is running away frantically
Running, while frantically concentrating on the fourth form of the Divine Sword.
However, before Wang Fan's fourth form of the Divine Sword could be condensed, he had already fallen into the opponent's attack range again.
Wang Fan felt this scene, his face turned pale, and he was almost desperate.
If I had known this earlier, I shouldn't have shown off.
He thought that he had killed Huang Feng and two other seventh-level immortals. Even if he was defeated by the eighth-level immortals, he was absolutely sure of escaping. ??
But now it seems that it was a big mistake.
Escape?
If no one came to rescue him, I'm afraid he would be killed with one punch before he could use the Divine Sword Fourth Clan.
"I want to see how many punches you can withstand!" Just as Wang Fan was running away frantically and concentrating on the fourth form of the Divine Sword, the eighth-level immortal roared angrily, and his aura became even more fierce.
A punch came out.
This time, the dazzling fist light was several times more powerful than before.
The sharp fist shredded the space, and in just an instant, it had already hit Wang Fan.
Wang Fan was shocked and turned pale. He didn't care that the fourth form of the Divine Sword had not yet been completely condensed, and slashed back desperately.
At the same time, he frantically used Space Shift to escape.
Boom.
However, before he could escape, the fist light had torn apart the sword and fell on him again.
Countless blood mist spattered from Wang Fan's body again, and he was directly blasted into the sky like a meteorite.
His complexion was already as pale as paper, and his breath was so weak that it was almost negligible.
"It's over, it's over."
Wang Fan thought to himself, feeling that his head was dizzy and his consciousness was about to disappear.
This time, he was seriously injured.
The eighth-level immortal is really strong, far beyond what he is now.
"Not dead yet?"
That Immortal Lord on the eighth level felt
Wang Fan's breath was so angry that he was about to explode.
This guy, after enduring two punches from him, is still alive?
Even if the sword light offset a large part of its power, the remaining power would still be enough to kill Wang Fan.
For a moment, the eighth-level Immortal Master no longer wanted to threaten him. An even more terrifying murderous intent erupted from his body, and he continued to chase Wang Fan.
However, this time, before he could catch up within the attack range, a figure suddenly fell from the sky and appeared in front of him.
"You, a dignified eighth-level immortal, actually hunted down my first-level disciples of Wangyun Palace. Are you deceiving me that there is no one in Wangyun Palace? You are seeking death!"
The person who appeared shouted angrily, and in a flash, he appeared in front of him, and slapped his body with a huge palm print.
"You, you -" The expression of the eighth-level Immortal Lord changed drastically. He never thought that this person could break out of the encirclement and kill him.
This person was none other than Liu Yuanyi, the famous Wangyungong elder who was besieged and killed by them before.
Previously, Liu Yuanyi was besieged by ten people and seemed a bit weak.
However, Wang Fan lured away the two people, and three more people went to the direction of the spacecraft to intimidate Elder Hu. Now, only five of the ten people were left.
From ten people to five, Liu Yuanyi's pressure was naturally greatly reduced.
In addition, among the five of them, none has reached the peak of the Immortal Lord, let alone the peak of the Immortal Lord, not even the ninth level of the Immortal Lord.
Therefore, he quickly killed the opponent and freed up his hands.
A huge palm print flew across the sky, one on one, how could that eighth-level Immortal Lord be Liu Yuanyi's opponent?
All his attacks and defenses were shot to pieces in an instant, and then he himself was turned into a pulp.
After Liu Yuanyi killed the eighth-level immortal, he struck out with another palm from the air, killing the other seventh-level immortal who used elemental energy to block Wang Fan, and then pursued Wang Fan's direction.
Speaking of which, he was saved by Wang Fan. Now that Wang Fan was punched twice by the Eighth-level Immortal Lord, he naturally went to check out the situation.
This chapter has been completed!