Chapter 1101 Tu Sheng Ask for monthly ticket support!

Hotan spit out a mouthful of blood and got up from the ground with difficulty. Just now, under the blow, he flew a hundred feet away. The whole spine keel seemed to be broken, and he was tired and tired.

He recited the scriptures, his bones crackled, and he forcibly operated the divine power to repair the wounds. A stream of blood steamed up, and the body surface flashed with luster.

In this moment alone, he spent hundreds of years of longevity, because it was too expensive to use secret methods to heal wounds in this forbidden place!

In the ancient forbidden area, Taoism can only be surged out. If you want to really heal the root of the root, the essence and blood consumed is far less than that consumed by the forbidden land.

"The Eucharist of the human race, do you want to burn with my jade? Even if you hurt me, I can't live.

Hotan said with a gloomy look.

"You die, I live, there is nothing to say, give the head!" Ye Fan began a new round of attacks. Time is his life, and he can't delay here.

The dark gold spear drew a dark light, like an ink dragon soaring into the air, turning into a living body. The sharp tip of the gun pierced through all obstacles and pointed straight to Hotan's eyebrows.

"Since I became a saint, I have never encountered this kind of shame today. My disciples have been killed one after another. If I can't treat you as blood food, how can I have the face to die!"

Hotan tried his best, and the sound in his body kept ringing. He forcibly absorbed the holy power and operated the road at the cost of part of his life.

However, the effect was not good. The forbidden area of life suppressed all laws and Taoist marks, and recorded the monk Shouyuan. He spewed out a large mouthful of blood and his face was as pale as paper.

"Dang!"

The long gun in Ye Fan's hand almost hit his eyebrows. Hotan turned sideways, avoided the sharp edge, opened his mouth and forcibly spit out a divine light. The heaven and earth collapsed, and Ye Fan retreated like a golden lightning.

After this duel, Hotan looked gloomy and had some wrinkles on his face. The power of the ancient forbidden land was manifested, and even the saint could not bear it.

Similarly, although Ye Fan was wearing Yuan Tianshen's clothes, his face gradually lost its luster. A little white silk appeared in his black hair, and his life was passing.

The two fought fiercely. Time is life. They both want to fight each other at the peak. One is a veritable saint, and the other is the holy body of the human race. The flesh and blood are extremely strong.

Both of them are not obvious, and the secret skills cannot be used. The one or two mana that can be used occasionally is not enough to pose a threat to their lives.

Close combat is the main thing!

Their speed is very fast. From the beginning to now, it has been less than half a quarter of an hour, and not much time has passed, but everyone has some wrinkles on their faces.

"Kill!"

The two fight between life and death, and fight desperately!

Ye Fan used a dark gold spear to the state of deification, pulled Hotan four times, pierced his body twice, scarlet dots, this is the blood of saints!

The corners of Hotan's mouth were bleeding, and he looked cold. Although he didn't say anything, his eyes were like a knife. He tried to kill outside the forbidden area. Once he broke away, he would torture Ye Fan ten times.

"Pray for the Holy Body of the Human race. Don't let me get out of here, or you will understand!" Hotan looked ferocious, because of a new blood stain on his body.

"You don't have a chance!" The gun in Ye Fan's hand was as rapid as a storm, turning into a dark light, drowning the front. It is impossible to let this person go when he fought in this situation.

Ye Fan split and cut with a long black gun, and stabbed forward at the same time. It was not only a gun, a knife, or a stick, and all kinds of attack methods were endless.

Hotan was scarred, and the most serious time his heart was almost penetrated and blood gushed.

"Summon the ancestors and give them the seal!"

Hotan shouted. As a saint, his life was threatened by Ye Fan, which was a shame for him. He fought back desperately!

In the middle of his eyebrows, he interweaved wisps of traces, reluctantly urged the secret method, and wanted to give a strong blow!

"Boom!"

The blood gas in his body boiled, turned into wisps of magic lines and floated on the body surface, and the pores all over his body were bleeding, condensing the general trend of heaven and earth, emitting wisps of sacred power.

"dang", "dang"......

Blocking the dark gold spear with bare hands, the strength is amazing, and he finally has the unique majesty of the saint, but his body is aging rapidly.

As powerful as Ye Fanhu's mouth was cracked, and the stone armor all over his body was broken inch by inch. He fell to the ground. His real body fell into the ancient forbidden land and suffered from the invasion of time.

"I'm a saint, and I see what you can fight with me!" Hotan shouted, step by step, and the offensive became more and more fierce.

Unfortunately, the secret art still can't be used, but let his body emit holy brilliance, and his flesh and blood are several times stronger.

"How much time can you hold on?" Ye Fan stared at his wrinkled body and said coldly.

"If I can't, you can't stop the power of the wilderness, and you will break here and become a pile of loess!" Hotan said coldly that he didn't believe that Ye Fan would really burn with his jade.

Another battle, Hotan finally couldn't continue to stimulate his blood. His whole body was dark, his wrinkles deepened, and his body staggered for a while. Up to now, he has lost at least thousands of years of longevity.

In the distance, the purple light flashed, Hotan was surprised, abandoned Ye Fan, and rushed over.

There is a purple golden lotus on the ground that is 20,000 years old. The whole body is purple and bright, two feet high, and fragrant. Hotan grabbed it and opened his mouth to eat fiercely. Now the essence is seriously depleted, and rare ancient medicine can be seen on the ground from time to time, which is the best thing to supplement the potential of life.

Ye Fan didn't stop it. He calmly took out a jade bottle and poured it into his mouth. This is the divine liquid taken from the fairy pool, which has a magic effect on replenishing the essence of life.

"You..."

Hotan was shocked. Seeing this, he immediately rushed over and grabbed the jade bottle. If it went on like this, it would definitely kill him.

Ye Fan put away the jade bottle and continued to fight with him. The dragon spirit and tiger were fierce, his blood boiled out, and the offensive became more and more fierce.

"Puff"

Huo Tan was so fierce that he was under the attack of Ye Fan with his body, allowing him to penetrate his chest and abdomen, open his mouth and spit out a blood stain, and sprayed at Ye Fan.

Ye Fan shook hard, and the dark gold spear stabbed through Hotan's chest and abdomen, rushed out, and did not fall into the hands of the enemy.

Then he retreated. Although he lost the dark golden spear, he looked calm and still had no fear. A pair of fists were shining, and there was faint lightning and thunder, which was blood boiling.

"Kill!"

The two rushed together, fought with their lives, fought physically, and launched the final life-and-death battle.

Hundreds of thousands of fights, a golden shadow and a purple light are entangled, not with blood splashing. Ye Fan fights to kill the holy ancient king with the body of beheading the way. If it spreads, it will definitely shock the world.

In a blink of an eye, it has been half a quarter of an hour into the forbidden area of life. Ye Fan finally showed a wisp of sadness. He can't delay any longer. There is no time to hold on.

From this moment on, his offensive became more fierce. His black hair was scattered, and his golden fists were thundering, like lightning intertwining, hitting Hotan's body. The blood rushed up and the joints kept ringing.

"Ah..."

Holm shouted, one of his arms was twisted, and the close combat was not as good as Ye Fan's holy method of fighting. He evolved all kinds of loose hands. He was at a disadvantage, and his arm was broken.

"Kill!"

Ye Fan scolded gently, clapped thousands of times, and then pulled hard. Hotan's left arm was broken, blood gushed, gushing, and the white bones were stubble.

"Ah..."

Hotan shouted. He never thought that there would be such a day when he was sanctified, he would be broken by a behead and suffered such a heavy blow. Ye Fan quickly retreated to avoid the bloody impact. He broke the saint's arm, threw it hard on the ground, and dyed the grass red.

Hotan is like a beast with blood red eyes. Although he lost an arm, he was also extremely dangerous and turned into a purple light to kill Ye Fan.

A life-and-death battle begins again!

Ye Fan calmed himself down, avoided its edge, attacked its weak place, his body was like a dragon, jumping and leaping, for a while like a roc spreading its wings, for a real dragon going out to sea, showing his fists, wind and thunder, lightning and thunder, pure physical strength, it is also against the sky to play such a situation in

"Broken.

Ye Fan hit six reincarnation fists, and there could be no golden light splashing, but there was an invincible punch. He hit Hotan's sternum, making a sound of bone fracture, and the whole chest collapsed, making him cough up blood.

The general trend is gone, it's over! Hotan knew that he was in danger, it was difficult to reverse the defeat, and he was unable to recover.

"I am the ancient saint. If you want to slaughter the saint, it is impossible to move the world! I won't let you do what you want, at least I'll take you to die!" Hotan roared.

He can imagine what kind of big waves Ye Fan will cause once he is slaughtered, and he will be famous in the history of cultivation! As a loser, he highlights this son's achievements, which will also be recorded in history and become a pathetic foil.

One is famous in ancient and modern times, and the other will become a stepping stone. As a negative example, just thinking about it will make his blood unstable and his body explode.

"chi"

His eyebrows flashed, and he actually wanted to act with strong divine power, and a purple villain wanted to rush out of his forehead bone.

"Ah..."

Hotan screamed. As soon as the Yuanshen appeared, cracks appeared one after another. The purple villain screamed sadly, but he still flew to Ye Fan. This may be the only way he could kill Ye Fan.

Ye Fan simply pulled out a sword-like wooden stick from behind, simple and unpretentious, holding it with both hands, and splitting his halm.

"Puff"

The purple villain couldn't avoid it. He was broken up by one or three on the spot, making a tragic cry, cracking all over and returning to his bones.

How could Ye Fan let go of such an opportunity? He held a divine whip and reached the front with a step of more than ten feet. He slammed on his forehead bone, so that his head was almost broken, and there were large cracks.

I have to say that the body of a saint is really strong. If ordinary people had already become flying ash!

Hotan was severely damaged, his body staggered, and retreated rapidly. However, Ye Fan's six reincarnation fists came again, and he fought a hundred feet away and was caught up before he landed.

"Puff"

Ye Fan grabbed his remaining right arm and twisted it hard. With a click, the bones were broken and blood gushed out. Hotan completely lost the possibility of turning the war, and his right arm was also torn off.

Tu Sheng!

is about to happen, and no one will stop it. Ye Fan threw away the bloody arm, swung his right leg, rotated high, and then kicked it out hard.

"Puff"

Hotan screamed, his spine was broken, the upper part of his body was almost rotten, and his flesh and blood flew. He flew hundreds of feet away, and it was difficult to move.

The power of the wilderness is turbulent, and his flesh and blood are withered, and it is no longer difficult to fight against and move.

Ye Fan picked up the dark gold long gun, pierced his body with a bang, picked him up, and his left hand held a magic whip and hit his forehead bone.

"Bun"

The rain of blood flew, and Hotan's yuan spirit was shaken out, and most of it was suddenly cut off. In the ancient forbidden land, the purple villain lost his physical protection and almost dried up and died immediately.

"The Slayer is here today!" Ye Fan said coldly.

This place can't stay for a long time. He rushed out of the forbidden area with Hotan. In the process, he destroyed his physical vitality and wiped out his motoma, afraid that he would eat it back.

Soon after, the edge of the penalty area was already looking. Ye Fan stopped, and the dark gold spear in his right hand shook, and Hotan's body appeared dense cracks on the spot!

And its yuan god, the purple villain was also almost worn out under the whip of the god, leaving only a faint light.

Hotan laughed miserably. His lifelong Taoism was ruined. Even if he could get out of trouble, he was finished. The sama was the most precious, but it was almost wiped out, and now there is only the size of beans left!

"Do you really think you can slaughter the holy body of the human race? Go to hell with me!" At this moment, he completely let go. Anyway, he is going to die. What's so terrible?

His yuan god was reintegrated into the body, and his whole body was shining. Unexpectedly, he was going to disintegrate, burn with the flesh and blood of the saint, and grind Ye Fan alive.

At this time, Ye Fan only had a few movements. He threw out the dark gold spear, threw the divine whip out of the ancient forbidden place, and did not hesitate to cut open his body, take out the mother spirit tripod of everything, and also threw it outside the forbidden area.

Then, he had no scruples and killed Hotan. His golden blood flowed all over his body, and his fists and hair were dazzling!

"Boom"

He punched Hotan's body, and the blood splashed on his body. As a result, his body also suffered terrible trauma, but he didn't care at all.

"It's useless. You can accompany me to die today and turn it into ashes with me!" Hotan laughed crazily, and the fire of the yuan god was about to go out. He wanted to take Ye Fan to die.

"Kill!"

Ye Fan roared, the mountains and rivers roared, and the gods were full of holy blood. He waved one punch after another, disintegrated Hotan's beating, and the golden lightning was intertwined between his fists!

This is a kind of hegemony power. A living saint is broken. There is flesh and blood everywhere, and there are white bones stained with blood everywhere.

"What can this do? You can't change the ending. I'll take you to die!" All flesh and blood were squirming, emitting terrible power, burning brightly, drowning Ye Fan.

Ye Fan was indifferent, and Tu Sheng was in front of him. Even if it was dangerous, he was still extremely calm at this moment. He only spit out two words and said, "It's pathetic!"

"I'm sad, but you're not much better. This is the sacred flame of life. Even if you escape from the ancient forbidden land, you will burn your form and God and die together!" Hotan shouted wildly.

"Sadly, you don't understand now. Go to hell by yourself!" Ye Fan punched out, and the golden electric light was intertwined, making all the flesh and blood burn more violently and rushed to all directions.

At this moment, Ye Fan's white hair is like snow, his face is aging, standing in the ancient forbidden land, let the years erode, let the sacred flame be entangled, he is independent in the world, his expression is peaceful and calm, and his body is slowly fading.

"What's wrong with you?!" Hotan finally found the abnormality, was furious and shouted.

"One gas turns into three clear, which is equivalent to the real body, and I will accompany you into the Jedi..." Ye Fan's figure faded, his expression was indifferent, and he was extremely peaceful.

"That's..." Hotan roared angrily and looked into the distance.

Outside the ancient forbidden land, another Ye Fan stood calmly and looked at all this quietly. He put away the maternal tripod of all things, the divine whip, the dark gold spear, and hunted in purple clothes. In the independent world, his black hair was scattered, his eyes were deep, and he looked at here quietly.

"Ah...I'm not willing!" Hotan shouted, hateful, but unable to return to heaven!

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