'Wow~'
With the appearance of the golden spear, the surrounding situation changed and vitality surged. The golden dragon quickly shrank and changed, and in the blink of an eye, it returned to Ye Xingfan's human true appearance.
As soon as he held the war gun in his hand, his momentum continued to rise, and his figure quickly floated towards the sky.
Wang Xuan's eyes were slightly focused, and his Xingdao pupils were operating to the extreme.
Ye Xingfan floated towards the very high sky and said coldly: "Destroy the law and destroy the world!"
When he reached a certain height, Ye Xingfan turned upside down, holding a spear in both hands, and headed towards Wang Xuan below.
His spear was pointed directly at Wang Xuan, and endless murderous intent locked onto Wang Xuan. Wherever the spear passed, the void burned with long flames.
As Ye Xingfan fired a shot from the sky, Wang Xuan suddenly felt a powerful invisible force locking him in place, unable to move.
This shot was like a shot from outside!
Fear, helplessness, despair and all kinds of negative emotions came together in Wang Xuan's heart. He looked at the domineering attack of the spear, and he felt as if the world was about to collapse with this spear. A strong life and death crisis arose, and he was so excited. His limbs were stiff.
"Break it for me!"
Wang Xuan suddenly gave a soft drink.
The power of the pupil soul exploded.
At this time, he took his Taoist skills to the extreme.
A layer of crystal ripples rose from his body and spread to the surroundings, and the space made a "click" sound.
It is the Yijie Futu martial arts soul skill.
In the Yijie Pagoda, his body was free again, but the crisis was not over yet.
Wang Xuan's mouth kept ringing with the sound of Buddha, and he struck out golden palm seals one after another, which were the seals of the Fudo Ming King.
In an instant, Wang Xuan struck out a hundred golden palm prints, floating in front of him.
It's not over yet.
After casting the Fudo Mingou Seal, the Hokage Sword appeared in Wang Xuan's hand. With his strongest sword, a huge blue flame fire dragon rushed out.
"go!"
Wang Xuan drank lightly.
All the golden palm prints rushed towards Ye Xingfan's battle spear in a flash, followed by the green flame fire dragon.
Wang Xuan could feel that Ye Xingfan's spear was extremely powerful, and his two methods could not withstand it.
He turned his left hand, black light flashed slightly, and a small black flag appeared in his hand.
"puff!"
Wang Xuan bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the small black flag. The small black flag immediately floated up and grew rapidly in front of Wang Xuan.
Wang Xuan quickly used his hands to create a series of Yuanli Seal Techniques, which turned into golden light and disappeared into the black flags.
At this moment, a hundred golden palm prints collided with the tip of Ye Xingfan's spear one after another, but they all shattered instantly.
Then came the green fire dragon, which was pierced by the war gun like a bamboo and exploded into billowing green flames.
"Hundred Ghosts Walking at Night, unblocked." The young man's cold voice.
From the big black flag, black shadows with teeth and claws flew out, facing Ye Xingfan's shot.
Those black shadows are all the auras of first-level cultivation in the Mountain and Sea Realm, and they are all ghosts made by human warriors whose souls were imprisoned after their death.
There were a total of one hundred and eleven fierce ghosts, howling with excitement and flying away, trying to tear Ye Xingfan into pieces and devour him.
But Ye Xingfan didn't even look at the attacking ghosts. He just locked his eyes on Wang Xuan, with a golden halo blooming all over his body and the power of his gun like a rainbow.
After the fierce ghosts came into contact with the golden halo around Ye Xingfan, they instantly melted into smoke like snow meeting flames.
When all the evil ghosts were killed, Ye Xingfan was already within ten feet of Wang Xuan. Wang Xuan patted the black flag in front of him, and with a 'buzz' sound, the black flag billowed out and faced Ye Xingfan. .
This black flag is the soul-calling flag that Wang Xuan got from Wang Yan.
Unexpectedly, Ye Xingfan's spear was so powerful that more than a hundred ghosts from the Mountain and Sea Realm could not stop him at all! ?
'Trick~'
Ye Xingfan's spear was billowing with black energy, directly dispersing the black ghost energy, and then the spear pierced the soul-calling flag.
The entire soul-calling flag was torn into pieces, and Ye Xingfan stabbed at Wang Xuan with unabated momentum. The tip of the spear was less than three feet away from Wang Xuan.
At the critical moment, silver light flashed in front of Ye Xingfan's eyes, and his figure suddenly turned upside down. The shot that originally hit Wang Xuan hit the void in the opposite direction.
It's not that Ye Xingfan's figure is upside down, but... this space is upside down.
Wang Xuan let out a breath and looked lucky.
However, what is shocking is that the space made a cracking sound, and the inverted space was restored instantly. With a 'pop', Ye Xingfan's spear pierced Wang Xuan's chest.
Wang Xuan looked shocked, as if he didn't expect that his upside down space would be broken by the power of Ye Xingfan's marksmanship.
There was confusion in Wang Xuan's eyes, as if he was saying: How could I die like this?
"Junior Brother Wang, I'm sorry."
Ye Xingfan was breathing heavily, holding a spear.
He wanted the young man to win so that he could get a reward and save the junior sister. But he is just a consciousness, driven by the inheritance tower, and will only fight with all his strength.
'puff! '
Changes occur suddenly.
As Ye Xingfan finished speaking, he felt a pain in the back of his head, and a mini cyan sword shot out from between his eyebrows.
Ye Xingfan's eyes were filled with surprise and surprise.
At this moment, Ye Xingfan saw the boy in front of him slowly turn into a wisp of smoke.
"Senior Brother Ye, a warrior is most relaxed and dangerous when he thinks he has won." The young man's voice sounded behind Ye Xingfan.
Wang Xuan stood behind Ye Xingfan, smiled lightly, and put his finger on the back of Ye Xingfan's head.
There was a wound on Wang Xuan's chest, and the torn opening in his white clothes was stained red with blood.
Ye Xingfan's previous shot penetrated his chest two inches deep.
"Junior Brother Wang, your acting skills are really good, and in order to confuse me, you actually got half-shot."
Ye Xingfan smiled and slowly spread out, turning into wisps of golden power and sinking into the void.
"Congratulations to Junior Brother Wang, you successfully selected the tower."
As the last ray of golden power disappeared into the void, only Ye Xingfan's voice of congratulations was left.
"Ahem."
Wang Xuan coughed twice, and a trail of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
He deliberately took half of Ye Xingfan's shot, otherwise it would be difficult to confuse him.
From the end of the fight with Ye Xingfan, Wang Xuan only used a false image once, and through the illusion when the spear was inserted into his body, he made Ye Xingfan think that he was really dead.
"It's really a close call."
Wang Xuan covered the wound on his chest with his right hand and murmured.
Although the power of this half spear did not hit any vital points, it still caused him serious injuries. The overbearing force of the spear almost shattered his internal organs.
But, it’s worth it!
"As long as I can get the Phoenix Clan essence and blood for my little junior sister, this injury is nothing."
Wang Xuan used the Great Fortune Tongtian Jue to recover from his injuries.
"Are you sure you only want the Phoenix Clan's essence and blood?"
The majestic voice of the tower spirit sounded.
In front of Wang Xuan, the space twisted, colorful light shined, and a magnificent altar appeared with various treasure rewards on it.
