Although the Li Yang Sword was Tang Fan's first attempt, his method had been practiced in his mind for many times.

With his current strength, he could have been able to use it easily, but he has never had a chance.

Today, it was not convenient for him to shoot out the Nine-Turn Divine Gang Fist. He thought of this sword move temporarily, so he wanted to use the nameless dagger to experiment.

"Boom boom boom..."

The blood-colored skeleton and the vortex have been severely damaged. The blood-colored skeleton has shrunk a circle, and the ghost hands in the vortex are only left to survive.

The nameless dagger exerted force again, spinning wildly, releasing a breath of destruction.

Fang Chuan looked horrified, as if he had seen something terrible from the nameless dagger.

He found that as the nameless dagger roared, the connection between him and the blood-colored skeleton became weaker and weaker.

At the same time, his own cultivation was also rapidly weakening due to the influence of sword energy.

This is not counting. What really scares him is that he finds his vitality and blood are also passing by rapidly.

If this continues, he must become a mummy.

This is the true core of Li Yang Sword!

Block the spiritual energy of all things and isolate the vitality. When the vitality of yang energy is rapidly consumed, if it is not replenished, it will only wither and die.

Just after Fang Chuan sensed the domineeringness of this sword, his vitality had been lost by one tenth!

His black hair had turned white, and his whole body was filled with a vicissitudes of life.

"No!"

Fang Chuan struggled, he didn't expect that Tang Fan's sword would be so terrifying.

In desperation, he quickly threw out several life-saving magic weapons, but without exception, all of them lost their effect due to the existence of the Li Yang Sword.

Their mana disappeared quickly, eventually collapsed and exploded one after another.

"Bang bang bang..."

After absorbing the magic power of these magic weapons, the Li Yang Sword became even more powerful, directly penetrated the blood-colored skeleton and forced him to face Fang Chuan.

"boom……"

The blood-colored skeleton exploded suddenly, and the vortex ghost hand collapsed later.

Suddenly, there were no obstacles around Fang Chuan.

"Ye Tang, don't even want to harm me! Ah..."

The spell was broken, Fang Chuan's blood squirted wildly, and his defense was decayed again. He was injured by the sword energy of Li Yang Sword, and his face was rapidly aging.

"This sword is so powerful!"

Hong Xinzi on the stage looked surprised. He didn't expect that Tang Fan had taken the initiative in subtle influence.

Shangguan Fengyun smiled and said, "I think he is not skilled enough..."

Zhang Badao nodded with satisfaction, and he knew that Tang Fan had a clear idea.

"Chuan'er!"

Behind Yaoming, the Nascent Soul monk from the Blood Holy Sect, saw Fang Chuan's vitality declining rapidly, flew out quickly.

"presumptuous!"

Seeing this, Shangguan Fengyun and others immediately flew to stop them.

"sit down!"

Zhang Badao let out a cold snorted, his expression calm.

"The head teacher..."

Several sect leaders were a little anxious and worried about Tang Fan's safety.

The Five Immortal Sect finally has a genius young ancestor, and they don’t want him to be hurt.

"That kid has no chance!"

Zhang Badao smiled slightly and said calmly: "You don't think about it. With this brat's scheming, how could there be no tricks?"

"In my opinion, although this sword is strong, it is not his last killing move!"

When several sect leaders heard this, they nodded silently.

"How come this kid, how come he has made so fast!"

Yaoming grinned in shock. If he had dared to fight with Tang Fan before, he would not even have the courage to fight now.

In the center of the battlefield, due to the collapse of the blood-colored skeleton and the vortex, the spreading blood energy flew around Fangchuan and was quickly absorbed by him.

With the replenishment of these blood and energy, Fang Chuan's vitality has recovered a little.

With the help of these vitality, he slowly raised his fingers.

"Ye Tang, I admit... I underestimated the enemy!"

"But, don't think of killing me!"

"Even if it's death, it's my own choice!"

"Before I die, I will... pull you up first!"

"Ha ha……"

Fang Chuan murmured, and raised his fingers slowly pointed at his eyebrows.

"Chuan'er, don't!"

The Nascent Soul Cultivator from the Blood Holy Sect made a shrill cry after seeing this scene.

"Master, this is my own choice!"

"If I can't kill him today, I will not be able to break the inner demon in the future!"

"Instead of doing this, it's better to fight and die without regrets!"

"My disciple of the Blood Holy Sect never gives the sect a shame!"

Fang Chuan's eyes ejaculated as if he was about to die, and he turned his head slightly and looked at Yaoming.

"Congratulations, you won!"

"Hope, you can lead the sect forward..."

"Why!"

Yaoming sighed, his mood a little complicated.

He really doesn't like Fang Chuan. From the moment they became Taoist seeds, they were competitive relationships.

In fact, it is not just them, but all the Taoist seeds and Taoist sons of the Blood Holy Sect are in a competitive relationship.

Their ultimate goal is to become the Blood Lord, that is, the Young Ancestor of the Blood Holy Sect!

If Fang Chuan dies, Yaoming will lose an opponent, but he will not be happy now.

"What is he going to do?"

On the stage, Shangguan Fengyun looked question-marked.

Hong Xinzi murmured: "He wants to... forcefully make a baby!"

"What?"

The sect leaders around him all looked surprised and then understood.

"How is this possible? Ye Tang won't give him a chance!"

"He wanted to form his own Nascent Soul before he died. Even if it was a fake baby, it would be considered a breakthrough and could satisfy his expectations..."

Zhang Badao sighed and looked at Fang Chuan with more praise.

"I understand, this is the Nascent Soul Complex of every monk!"

Zu Feng Sect's leader Zhang Yongchang nodded.

If foundation building is an introductory elementary school to practice, then making elixir is equivalent to graduating from middle school.

From the formation of elixir to the Nascent Soul, it is like the college entrance examination, which is enough to change the fate of a monk.

If you succeed, you will become a strong person.

If you fail, you will not be able to move forward in this life.

This is why many monks at the peak of the Killing Pill or even the Great Perfection have been suppressing their cultivation and waiting for the opportunity.

They wanted to take this step, but they were afraid of failure, so they kept suppressing them and only dared to break through when they had 100% confidence.

Fang Chuan is such a person. He devoted himself to practicing and long regarded it as a lifelong pursuit.

He could have broken through a long time ago, but because of his Nascent Soul complex, he was timid and did not have the courage to break through, so he had to keep suppressing his cultivation.

Today, he felt that his chances of getting out of trouble were slim, so he tried to form a Nascent Soul while breathing, so he tried to form a Nascent Soul to satisfy his pursuit.
To be continued...