Seeing Chen Fan coming to attack, Zhang Santong narrowed his eyes, clapped his hands, and a powerful burst of true energy spurted out.
The two terrifying energies collided together, erupting with a deafening explosion. At the same time, endless air waves spread out crazily with the two of them in the center, breaking the vegetation and flying gravel wherever they passed.
After a hard blow, Chen Fan and Zhang Santong each took a step back, and then they both looked at each other in shock. Apparently, they did not expect that the other's strength was so terrifying.
But immediately, Chen Fan showed a sneer on his lips, looked at Zhang Santong across from him with cold eyes, and said coldly, "I don't believe I can't beat you."
After saying that, Chen Fan jumped out again, leaped several feet high, danced the Qinglong Saber in his hand, and then slashed at Zhang Santong with bursts of sound breaking through the air.
Facing Chen Fan's fierce attack, Zhang Santong showed no sign of weakness and also displayed his own martial arts.
Zhang Santong thrust out his sword, and the majestic sword intent instantly gathered together to form a huge sword, and then it slashed towards Chen Fan's head with a devastating force, as if he was about to stop him.
Same as cutting.
"Seeking death!" Seeing this, Chen Fan roared angrily, stamped his right foot on the ground, and with the help of the force of the shock, he flew into the air, avoided the giant sword, and then stabbed out with a spear.
clang!
A crisp sound like the clash of gold and iron resounded through the sky. Chen Fan held a spear and collided with the giant sword, but the giant sword was blown into powder by Chen Fan's shot.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Santong's pupils shrank sharply and his face became gloomy. The sword strike just now was his best killing move, 'Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Clan'. He never thought that he would be defeated by this kid in front of him.
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On the other side, Chen Fan took the opportunity to retreat, and then thrust out a spear. This spear was as fast as lightning and arrived in front of Zhang Santong in the blink of an eye. The gun blade was only less than ten centimeters away from Zhang Santong's neck.
Looking at the spear that was close at hand, Zhang Santong's eyes showed a trace of solemnity, his body turned slightly, then he suddenly turned around, made a fist in his hand, and threw it at Chen Fan.
The fist and gun intersected, and a low impact sound suddenly emitted, and where the two touched, circles of ripples bloomed, and traces of electric arcs danced in the air.
Chen Fan took a few steps back before he could stabilize his figure, but Zhang Santong, on the other hand, was still standing like a mountain.
His face changed slightly and his eyes became serious. He had already used up to 70% of his strength in that blow just now, but he was unable to do anything to Chen Fan.
No wonder this guy dared to clamor to kill himself. He did have some skills. He was worthy of being at the peak of his innate state, so he was really difficult to deal with.
"Boy, you are very strong, but your cultivation level is too poor. You are no match for me. Just surrender and capture me!" Zhang Santong glanced at Chen Fan indifferently, with a hint of contempt in his eyes, and then said lightly, obviously not
Take Chen Fan seriously.
Hearing this, Chen Fan snorted coldly, and then stamped his right foot on the ground. A large hole instantly collapsed in the ground. At the same time, the spear in Chen Fan's hand was swung out again, with a sharp spear shadow, streaking through the air towards Zhang Santong.
Stabbing hard, at the same time, Chen Fan's body shot towards Zhang Santong like a sharp arrow.
Seeing Chen Fan's attack, Zhang Santong raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and then slapped out with his palm.
After an explosion, the two of them were each knocked back several meters. At this moment, Chen Fan suddenly gritted his teeth, and then disappeared instantly. When he reappeared, he had already approached Zhang Santong, and then punched out with his left fist, heading straight for him.
His heart went away.
Seeing Chen Fan coming towards him, Zhang Santong narrowed his eyes slightly and then punched him.
Another muffled sound was heard, and at this moment, the two of them fell back at the same time. Chen Fan's face turned red, looking extremely painful.
Zhang Santong also felt uncomfortable. His tiger's mouth was cracked by the shock, and blood slowly flowed out.
Looking at Chen Fan in the distance, a solemn look appeared in Zhang Santong's eyes. Although he suppressed Chen Fan just now, he himself was not feeling well. After all, he was not as evil as Chen Fan, and he also practiced "Nine
With such heaven-defying techniques as "Yang Shen Dian", his physical body is simply incomparable to Chen Fan.
"I don't believe I can't kill you!" Chen Fan said with a ferocious face, then gritted his teeth and rushed toward Zhang Santong again. At the same time, he exuded a monstrous killing intent, which made the surrounding temperature seem to drop a lot.
"Stubborn and restless!" Zhang Santong shouted coldly, then punched out, and an overbearing force surged out of his arm.
"Get out of here!" Chen Fan shouted angrily, and then swept out the spear in his hand again.
The spear and fist collided together, and a powerful aftermath rippled out, setting off a strong wind that made the clothes of the two men rustle.
Chen Fan looked up to the sky and roared, his muscles tensed up, the sound of crackling firecrackers came from his body, and the fine meridians in his body bulged out, as if they were inflated.
These meridians swam on the surface of his body, and then gathered together at the Dantian, turning into a stream of true energy that circulated throughout the body along the meridians.
A surging power surged through his limbs and bones. For a moment, Chen Fan felt as if he had endless strength in his body, and even his physical condition had become much stronger.
"Defeat me!" An angry shout resounded through the sky, and Chen Fan's eyes were red, veins popped up all over his body, and his skin turned bronze. Purple thunder swirled around his body, and a terrifying pressure instantly filled the surrounding area.
This situation lasted for five seconds. Chen Fan finally couldn't control the power in his body. A bolt of lightning shot out from between his eyebrows and then disappeared in a flash.
The lightning flashed and disappeared in an instant.
This thunder light is exactly the thunder strike from the Eight Thunder Styles that Chen Fan has practiced for many years.
As soon as the lightning appeared, a bolt of lightning suddenly appeared out of thin air in front of Zhang Santong.
Looking at this lightning, Zhang Santong's pupils shrank sharply, and he knew that this must be some kind of secret technique.
Not daring to neglect, Zhang Santong hurriedly raised his head, his eyes widened suddenly, a cloud of white mist suddenly rose from between his eyebrows, and then, a transparent ball suddenly appeared on his forehead.
Seeing this scene, Chen Fan was stunned.
This...what is this?
"This is my amulet. With it, I will be invincible." Zhang Santong said proudly.
amulet?
Hearing this, Chen Fan raised the corner of his mouth slightly and snorted coldly, "Pretend to be a ghost!"
"Who do you think is pretending?"
"Of course I'm talking about you!"
"Little bastard, since you want to die, then I will help you!" Zhang Santong was extremely angry. This was the most difficult opponent he had ever encountered in his life, so Zhang Santong decided to fight quickly to avoid long nights and nightmares.
Thinking of this, Zhang Santong's figure suddenly grew.