Zhao Fan's situation made the Seven Bible Peaks who were watching the battle very worried. However, they could only watch anxiously. If he interfered with the trial, he would be directly obliterated by the authority granted to the tower spirit by the Lord of the Secret Realm.
Therefore, the only one the young man can rely on now is himself!
The peaks of the seven holy realms kept praying for him.
As for Zhao Fan on the seventh floor, he was forcibly moved countless times by the demon dragons in less than five minutes. However, he only had time to use defensive methods and had no extra time to save himself from being ravaged. After all, the demon king The dragons were in the late stages of the Saint Realm, and their power was even closer to the peak of the Saint Realm. There was basically no gap for Zhao Fan to unload his strength and adjust his position.
Perhaps the Demon King Dragons felt that they were bound to win, so they did not pay attention to the young man at all. They played with him casually and planned to execute him when they got tired of it.
"It's only the seventh level... there are still the eighth and ninth levels above, do I really have to stop early?" Zhao Fan was in a trance, and instinctively took the jade from Jialan Sumiyu that originated from Long Li. The piece of white dragon scales placed on the back of the heart. If he was hit there, he would be seriously injured even if he didn't die, so he would have no worries.
However, the Demon King Dragon is not an aquatic monster, nor is it from the East. The natal reverse scales of the royal family of dragons have no deterrent effect on them.
The situation had become one-sided, but Zhao Fan never gave up for a moment. His mind was confused and his consciousness was much lower than at the beginning, but he had been thinking about how to deal with the Demon King Dragon for a long time.
An attack of this level, even with the Sky Swallowing Cauldron and the Heavenly Fragrance Wood, would be of no avail.
The damage caused by the shock is far greater than the recovery!
He had made it two-thirds of the way through Tongtian Xuanta, and now he was really unwilling to do so. What's more, he still had his wife and family waiting in the underground city.
Bang bang!
Crackling!
Zhao Fan gradually felt that it was too much. He was like a piece of mud, flying around in various locations on the seventh floor. The group of demon dragons had a great time playing. In addition to using their bodies and dragon breath to hit the target, they He also began to use his innate secret techniques.
Next, various dark spells emerged in endlessly.
Zhao Fan looked in a state of utter disarray. No part of his body was intact. It was either charred as black as charcoal, or his skin and flesh were turned out, or his bones were deeply dented. His defense methods could no longer keep up with the pace of destruction by the devil dragons!
The strange thing is that although his body is Zhao Fan's shortcoming, under normal circumstances, if he is attacked by a late Saint Realm person, he will lose half of his life even if he is not dead.
But the Demon King Dragons seemed to know it. When Zhao Fan was attacking without any means of defense, he withdrew his strength, as if he was afraid that he would become bored after playing to death.
This was an extremely painful torture for him, continuous ravage, his body was broken and broken, but he was still alive, and he didn't even have the right to be in a coma!
"The stars change."
Zhao Fanxin made a move and switched the second dantian to the first dantian where Longyang Jindan was located. He immediately used the "Gongshu Book" technique. Like a broken sack, the body suddenly disappeared in mid-air and then appeared in the air. into the corner, and the Demon King Dragon waiting for the relay over there jumped into the air.
But this didn't change anything.
The moment Zhao Fan's body appeared, a Demon King Dragon suddenly swooped in like a prophet. With a sweep of its tail, it swept his body into the air and threw it towards other Demon King Dragons.
"..."
Blood oozed from Zhao Fan's mouth, and he said mockingly: "You really didn't give me any chance..."
As he spoke, blood gurgled like a spring, spreading in long lines on the ground.
Not only that, from the beginning to now, not a single cry from Demon King Longjian was converted into Chinese through the Pearl of Ten Thousand Languages and fell into Zhao Fan's ears.
