Although the battle situation was temporarily blocked, Chen Fan did not give up observing the enemy's weaknesses. His eyes were still looking at the old man from Scorpion Mountain in front of him. After less than two seconds of observation, he immediately turned his eyes to death.
Frozen on the serpentine crutch hanging from the air.
"It seems that the emergence of this terrifying energy must be related to that crutch!" Thinking of this, Chen Fan immediately turned his gaze to Yang Jian, and shouted loudly,
"You intercept these attacks for me and let me crack the old guy's trump card!"
"Okay, but it's time to go fast, I may not last long!" Looking at the huge iron claws that were constantly falling from the sky, Yang Jian's heart was also trembling. This time, he no longer chose to intercept them by head-on, but instead
He unfolded his body movement at full speed, and kept shuttled through two huge iron claws, throwing all attacks away.
As for Chen Fan, while Yang Jian was distracting his attention, he directly lengthened the golden wings behind him, and his body turned into a rapid current, dived like lightning, quickly narrowing the distance.
"I still want to launch a sneak attack when I'm not paying attention?" Sensing Chen Fan's actions, a scarlet and dazzling light suddenly appeared in the blood-seeking eyes of the old man in Scorpion Mountain. He suddenly roared and sprayed with blood straight.
On the crutch, the next second, the gray gas in the crutch condensed again, directly forming a scorpion-headed phantom with a body size of about ten feet, and rushed towards Chen Fan frantically.
"Hmph, I don't believe you can keep going!" Chen Fan immediately roared, turned his body, and the spirit sword jumped out his palm again, aimed at the piercing phantom, swung a slash like lightning,
The pony train directly cut the energy into half. Under the shock of the huge energy, even the crutches suspended in the air seemed to be affected by a slight impact and became a little shaky.
As the shaking frequency of the crutch, the old man from Scorpion Mountain who was controlling the crutch behind him couldn't help but groan, and a little pain flashed in his eyes, but it flashed in a flash, and then a more ferocious expression appeared.
"It seems that this old thing is over!" Although the trace of pain was hidden well by the old man of Scorpion Mountain, Chen Fan still caught it at a glance, immediately smiled coldly, and lightningly lit up the spirit sword.
It rotated and turned into a trained rushing stream, flew away directly, and headed straight for the snake-shaped crutch.
The old man from Scorpion Mountain let out anger, and his already overlapping hands suddenly released, and directly grabbed two halves in the air. Two gray smoke columns suddenly appeared, sweeping through the air like a long whip, aiming them fiercely.
The spirit sword hit.
Since Chen Fan threw out the spirit sword, he never paid attention to what the old man in Scorpion Mountain was doing. His body suddenly shot forward and turned into a afterimage of rushing. On his left arm, a large amount of purple and gold terrifying airflow condensed, which all the
The energy gathered completely, and at the same time, no matter the spiritual patterns on the forehead or the three crossed purple and golden dragon patterns on the chest, they were all flashing wildly, turning into a strong light that was so rich that it could not be penetrated by the naked eye, covering it tightly
It trapped the whole body.
Chen Fan was sprinting, and he almost forgot everything. Whether it was the spirit sword being shaken away or the second terrifying attack venting fiercely on his back, the explosion made him almost vomit blood, and Chen Fan didn't care at all.
His attention was on the crutch from beginning to end, with almost no hesitation or stagnation. Just as the attack energy of the old man from Scorpion Mountain hit him, Chen Fan had already relied on his powerful defense ability.
He rushed directly to a place less than fifty feet away from the crutch.
"This distance is enough!" After coming here, a fierce cold light suddenly burst out from Chen Fan's eyes. He waved his hands and overlapped his ten fingers like lightning. With the rapid change of the handprints, a moment of time
In a moment, the third eye above the disgusting glared open, and a hidden and transparent invisible wave immediately turned into a beam of light, shooting straight towards the snake-shaped crutch.
call out!
The attack created by the Phantom Eye is almost invisible material. The powerful mental power broke through the air and did not cause any ripples. However, the snake-shaped crutch suddenly vibrated, as if it had suffered some heavy blow, and it emitted a "crack"
A crisp sound.
Soon, a subtle crack appeared in the ground hit by mental power. As the crack magnified, the old man Scorpion Mountain's face became increasingly ugly. Finally, with a "ah", he directly sprayed out a mouthful of old blood.
His body was like a kite with a broken string, and was bounced away by invisible force and fell to a mountain with a very sad look.
"The clan leader is defeated!"
The scene in the sky immediately attracted the exclamation of countless Scorpion tribe members. Almost every tribe member had wide open eyes, as if he was a ghost, and he fixed all his eyes on Chen Fan's face.
No one could have thought that a level 6 combat power would be defeated so quickly in the hands of this unknown human, and this guy was a whole realm away from the old man of Scorpion Mountain!
No one can figure out why this is, but the fact that happened in front of us is completely irrefutable.
"Ah..." As he fell to the top of the mountain, the old man from Scorpion Mountain also burst out with a shrill roar, like a meteorite breaking through the air, directly flattening the mountain.
After the terrifying collision, a piece of yellow smoke rose up on the entire hill, and a large amount of yellow sand mixed with gravel flew, almost covering the entire sky.
The old man from Scorpion Mountain who fell down was directly placed on the ground in an exaggerated posture. Around his body, there were a large number of dents that were collapsed by shock waves. Even he himself was covered in scars and became extremely miserable.
Even his hair turned completely white, his face was like a withered ghost, and he was so old that he was only skinny and boneless.
"Huh, it seems that it's coming to an end!"
Looking at the old man from Scorpion Mountain who fell to the top of the mountain, Chen Fan also breathed a sigh of relief. The previous battle, while constantly consuming his physical strength and energy, also caused Chen Fan to a certain extent internal injuries.
If we continue to fight at such a high intensity, it is still unknown who will win in the end.
Fortunately, the old man from Scorpion Mountain suffered a great loss after all. With his old bones, he was no longer able to adapt to such high-intensity combat. It can be said that this old guy was not defeated by Chen Fan and Yang Jian.
But it was tortured to death by time!
While the old man in Scorpion Mountain fell, the attack that was originally chasing Yang Jian also stopped. In the sky, the aura belonging to Scorpion Mountain had completely dissipated, leaving only two sounds standing in the void and gasping for breath.
Telling about how tragic the previous battle was.
"Is this old man dead?" Soon, Yang Jian flew directly towards Chen Fan, pointed to the place where the old man from Scorpion Mountain fell to the ground, and asked with panting.