Chapter 164 Refeat Song Wen

Zhang Fan looked at the flesh and blood on the ground, and the old man died like this. Suddenly, a strange laugh sounded from the field. Zhang Fan stared at it, and the old flesh and blood slowly shrank together strangely and turned into the old man again.

"What kind of formula is this? How can it be so strange?" Zhang Fan took a deep breath. There is no invincible formula in the world. This formula seems powerful, but it must have weaknesses. Zhang Fan secretly said to himself in his heart. Now Zhang Fan must strengthen his heart, otherwise it will be bad to leave a shadow.

Su Yuan snorted coldly, and his body turned into a shadow and rushed to the old man. The old lady's face changed, her hands were raised, and two unique underworld flowers floated in mid-air and turned into a dark barrier. Su Yuan slapped forward fiercely, the dark barrier flashed, and the dark flower shattered, while the other one was supporting bitterly.

The old man took a look and wanted to come to support, but Guanghan kept attacking the old man and harassing the old man in the void. Although it did not cause harm to the old man, it also made it difficult for the old man to help the old man.

The leaders of both sides went to war, and their subordinates were not willing to show weakness. Zhang Fan stared at Song Wen behind him, and his eyes shot an amazing murder. He knew that when he met Song Wen, he would never die. If he doesn't kill Song Wen, Song Wen will also kill himself in turn.

Zhang Fanzi's mother-in-law's hand pinching method, and the magic power in the meridians suddenly boiled up, like a flood that broke the dike, rushing in Zhang Fan's meridians. The blood evil spirit was released unreservedly, wrapping Zhang Fan firmly.

"Soong Wen, die!" Zhang Fan shouted loudly and suddenly patted Song Wen. The blood demon gas surged layer by layer, quickly turned into a blood demon seal, and patted Song Wen. The seductive voice made the other party retreat one after another.

Song Wen didn't expect Zhang Fan to take the lead. The momentum was so terrible that his brain was blank for a moment, and he subconsciously raised his right arm to block it.

"Soong Wen, be careful!" When a man next to Song Wen saw Song Wen like this, he pushed Song Wen away regardless of himself, and then hurriedly sacrificed a magic weapon to protect himself. Bloody big handprint slapped the man fiercely. As soon as the body protection weapon was broken, the man was slapped away in an instant, and his seven orifices bled.

The man Yuanying hurriedly escaped and wanted to teleport to a safe place. Zhang Fan held his right hand and said, "The local distraction!"

The man Yuanying suddenly did not move in the air, and then was pinched by an invisible big hand!

All the people present were shocked.

"Junluo." Song Wen said sadly. This Xuanluo is one of his best friends among these people. Now that Zangluo died at the hands of Zhang Fan in order to save him, how can he not be angry?

"Zhang Fan, I will kill you!" Song Wen roared. His eyes were as red as blood, and the murderous spirit emanated.

Zhang Fan sneered and said, "This sentence should have been what I said to you!" After saying that, Zhang Fan suddenly took a step forward, turned into a bloody light, and flashed in front of Song Wen. With a punch, the fist wind shakes, like a dragon and a tiger roaring. It can be faintly seen that Zhang Fan's momentum sometimes turns into a dragon, and sometimes into a tiger.

Song Wen changed his face. He is not good at close combat. He is good at fierce attack and long-range support. Song Wen was extremely depressed, and the defense mask was not offered, so Zhang Fan's fists were blocked by his body. Zhang Fan was trained by Park Yun when he was a child and was very familiar with boxing. Although every punch was supported by magic power, each punch implied internal strength. As long as Song Wen blocked it, his internal strength would rush into Song Wen's body.

"Puff", Song Wen felt that his whole five internal organs were about to be turned upside down, and he had to spit out a mouthful of blood to relieve his injury.

"The underworld flashed", Song Wen seized an empty opportunity of Zhang Fan and said a spell in his mouth, and then the dark light around him rose again and turned into a shadow and disappeared.

"I want to run!" Zhang Fan closed his eyes and felt it carefully and knew that Song Wen was in the White Bone Temple. Zhang Fan sent a voice to Bai Fan to let him stay quietly here, and then went out of the cave and hurried to the White Bone Temple.

As soon as he entered the White Bone Temple, Song Wen smiled. Yes, Zhang Fan smiled when he saw Song Wen.

"No, who the hell are you?" Zhang Fan looked at Song Wen, who was unharmed in front of him, and said with a calm face.

"Of course it's me!" Song Wen laughed proudly, and then suddenly turned around and separated two Song Wen. One of them was broken, with blood on the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were a little depressed. It was the Song Wen who had been with Zhang Fan.

"I practiced the 'underworld split', dedicated half of the Yuanying to the underworld, and then got this immortal split! Well, I will kill you today! I deliberately brought you here." Song Wen sneered, "The venue here is big enough to call out the Jiuyou land!"

It's a secluded place again, and Zhang Fan is familiar with it at all. The last time he had a battle with Song Wen, Song Wen also summoned Jiuyou Land.

The last feeling came again. The body seems to keep falling, the temperature is getting lower and lower, and the breath is getting more and more gloomy.

"Welcome to the nine underworld!" Song Wen said with a cold smile.

Zhang Fan settled down. Sure enough, just like last time, it can't be dilapidated.

To Zhang Fan's surprise, Song Wen did not call out to hold the ghost. Instead, he took out a book from the empty space.

Song Wen unexpectedly raised the book in his hand and shook it to Zhang Fan and said, "What I have in my hand is the supreme classic of the underworld, the book of the underworld."

Zhang Fan's heart is a little contemptuous. You have the supreme classics of the underworld, and I also have the supreme artifact Ling Zun Sword!

Zhang Fan sacrificed Ling Zun's sword and suddenly split it forward.

"Dunyue!"

A yellow light rose to the sky, pulling the whole earth of the nine underworlds, making this earth shake unreservedly.

Song Wen's face changed, and he didn't expect Zhang Fan's move to become more and more perverted. Thinking of this, I suddenly opened the underworld in my hand and saw mysterious runes emerge one by one, connected in the sky, and then suddenly spilled into the ground, which stabilized the shaking ground.

Zhang Fan sneered and didn't wait for Song Wen to react too much. The second type of the three swordsmanships, Juehai!

The feeling of suffocation made Song Wen very unhappy. He was like a rotten wood drowning in the sea, rootless and could be submerged by the sea at any time. Song Wen watched a light blue sword light split, but he couldn't move.

Song Wen came down and bit the tip of his tongue, and the huge pain made Song Wen get rid of this spiritual bondage. Song Wen fiercely opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of blood and sprinkled on the Hades. The underworld emanated a faint blood-colored light, and then the light slowly disappeared.

Suddenly, waves of ancient and surging sounds seemed to slowly come out from the depths of the nine underworld. The strange sound, irregular tones, made Zhang Fan's hair stand on end. Song Wen on the opposite side was wrapped in a mass of dark light, and then the dark light slowly shattered like an egg shell.

Song Wen seems to have changed into another look. He wears a cloud view and a red official uniform, and on the official uniform is embroidered with a fierce ghost with blue-faced fangs and a big mouth.

"I, on behalf of the judge, sentenced you to death!" As soon as Song Wenyin fell, countless little ghosts turned from yin gas took the mourning stick and called Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan sneered, took back all the blood evil spirits, and then suddenly sat in the void and released the suppressed Buddha's power in his body. At this moment, Zhang Fan is full of golden light, and with the supreme power of Buddha's mercy to purify the world.

Those low-cultivated little ghosts directly turned into a green smoke, and their souls were destroyed. And those lucky little ghosts also retreated one after another. After retreating back to the underworld, they dared not come out.

Zhang Fan laughed and said, "This little trick of carving insects, how dare you come out to play the axe!"

Song Wen's face turned pale. After half a day, he gritted his teeth and said, "I underestimated you." After saying that, he brushed his hands and threw them without wind, and the fierce ghost seemed to come out of his clothes.

"It's over." Zhang Fan wrapped his hands around him, and his Buddha power slowly condensed into a scorching sun, suspended behind Zhang Fan's head. At this moment, Zhang Fan seems to have appeared again as a Buddha.

"The big day is pure!" Zhang Fan stretched out a Song Wen in his right hand, and the scorching sun behind his head rose quickly, suspended in the sky, shining the nine ghosts like daylight.

Song Wen was unwilling to show weakness and worshipped the Hades. The strange statue of Hades floated behind Song Wen and slowly condensed. This ghost seems to be a man left by the wild, with a long-lasting wild atmosphere. In the middle of his eyebrows, there is still a gap, which seems to be the legendary third eye with great magic power.

Song Wen made a heavenly costume, and the underworld behind him raised his hands, and a layer of dark light curtain quickly formed in the sky. Fight against the scorching sun.

The sound kept ringing. Where the dark light curtain and the hot sun collided, the fierce roar kept ringing, the space was distorted, and countless small spaces were disillusioned, proving that destruction is the truth of rebirth.

Zhang Fan took a deep breath, took out Ling Zun's sword and threw it into the air. Ling Zun's sword changed into ten, ten into a hundred thousand, and 10,000 Ling Zun's swords appeared. Firmly lock the breath of Song Wen.

Zhang Fan's body was shaken and his breath changed, and a vast atmosphere emanated from his body, forming a straight righteous wolf smoke, straight into the sky.

"If the evil is outside, everyone will be killed!" Zhang Fan's eyes stared, and a nine-yang thunder slowly rose in the palm of his hand. Zhang Fan threw fiercely and integrated into the Ling Zun sword.

"Ten thousand sword arrays in the sky, cut!"

Zhang Fan waved his hand suddenly, and this day's ten thousand sword array integrated the power of Jiuyang Shenlei, which was simply devastating.

If Song Wen doesn't do his best until this moment, he must be dead. He pressed his head with both hands, and then violently tried hard, and Song Wen's head exploded. The white brain and blood were slowly absorbed by the Pluto behind him. The ghost waved his huge arm and violently bombarded the Tiandu Wanjian array.

Zhang Fan controlled the Tiandu Wanjian array, turned all the sword gas into a huge sword, and met the fist of the god of hell.

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It seems that the protagonist is invincible, and then the opponent will not write it.