He was hit hard by an axe.
Zhao Fan's whole body was extremely clear, and blood was flowing from his head. He smelled the fishy-sweet smell and said with a smile: "I finally calmed down..."
He used the Shadow Demon Saber with his backhand and struck the ax of the Dean of the Holy Court!
"Well done!" The dean of the Holy Academy had a flash of inspiration and directly used the power of Zhao Fan's sword to throw the ax out. The ax circled half an arc in the void and struck Zhao Fan's back like a devastating blow. !
But Zhao Fan remained unmoved, not even paying attention to the ax, and slashed straight at the dean of the Holy Academy!
"Go forward without hesitation?" The dean of the Holy Academy was startled for a moment, then suddenly felt a chill on his body, and the Shadow Demon sword penetrated his holy body.
His ax was still behind Zhao Fan. Instead of catching up with the target, he even lost some distance.
"My heart is like a knife, and I will move forward indomitably!" Zhao Fan turned his hand and pulled out the Shadow Demon sword, slashed back without looking back, and knocked down the incoming axe.
"You are cruel." The dean of the Holy Academy asked thoughtfully: "Just now, why did your speed suddenly explode so much? If it was because of the Prajna Step you realized in the main vein of time and space, it wouldn't be like this, right? "
"I don't know, the feeling at that moment..." Zhao Fan closed his eyes and looked back carefully, but after a long time he shook his head, "It can't be reproduced, it's just like a flash in the pan."
"It should be that the regular spell has been touched."
The dean of the Holy Academy said expectantly: "If there is a first time, then there will be a second time. With more and more times, there is hope to surpass the tenth level! I came here the same way."
"I hope so." Zhao Fan was in a good mood and took out the sword without any warning.
"You kid attacked me secretly!" The dean of the Holy Court said in a dumbfounded manner.
Zhao Fan was as fierce and fierce as ever, and his sword flash was fast and accurate!
The dean of the Holy Academy was exhausted to deal with all the attacks, and had almost no time to breathe, so he could only passively defend himself.
But there must be a sparseness in every hundred secrets.
The dean of the Holy Academy was still stabbed.
Zhao Fan took advantage of the situation to pursue, hoping to use snowballs to stabilize the upper hand and suppress the dean of the Holy Academy.
but.
The dean of the Holy Academy quickly made amends, and the two sides were once again evenly matched...
Unknowingly.
There are still the last hundred thousand years left before the end of the great tribulation.
Today, Zhao Fan has had ten thousand life-and-death battles with the Dean of the Holy Academy!
During this period, Zhao Fan experienced a total of six sudden touches, which greatly increased his speed, power, or defense.
But the duration each time was too short and fleeting.
Even if Zhao Fan immediately stopped and looked back, it would be difficult to grasp anything...
"Don't worry, we still have time." The dean of the Holy Academy looked at Zhao Fan who was a little disappointed and comforted him.
"Yes... there is still time, a hundred thousand years!"
Zhao Fan got up, raised the Shadow Demon sword unsteadily, and was about to draw out the sword for a new life-and-death contest.
As a result, his consciousness dimmed and he fell to the ground in a coma.
Seeing this situation, the dean of the Holy Academy was helpless and felt sorry for him.
High-intensity shots.
Frequent life and death battles.
Lasted for millions of years!
Not to mention Zhao Fan, who is the ultimate saint ancestor, even at the level of ancestor saint, he is almost unable to withstand it.
"It's too tight. You might as well take a proper rest." The dean of the Holy Court said as he sat cross-legged on the ground and began to fall asleep.
The copper lamp in the distance floated over. He looked at Zhao Fan who was unconscious like a corpse, and then at the dean of the Holy Court who was sitting as motionless as a stone. He sighed and said, "This is too hard. I watched the battle continuously. After such a long time, I feel tired and bored, but Creation has always carried it out seriously and consistently. Even he, the ultimate saint ancestor, can't bear it..."
"Hey, you little broken lamp, what are you feeling sad about?" A voice interrupted the copper lamp's soliloquy.
"Oh? It's you."
The copper lamp I saw was the mysterious one
Zhuzi said disdainfully: "Does an ancestral sacred weapon want to show off its power with me?"
"I've seen you unhappy for a long time!" Ni Zhu said disdainfully: "What kind of status do you have, are you worthy of being of the same generation as me and being called brother?"
Tongdeng smiled and said: "When I was wandering around with Creation, you didn't know where you were. Aren't you the Ancestral Sacred Artifact? Why pretend? I am the strongest Sacred Ancestral Artifact, and you are in the Ancestral Sacred Artifact." Who can be called the strongest?"
"I just like your tough-tongued look." Ni Zhu said with a smile, "How about we make some gestures? It's too boring. Let's bet on something."
"What are you betting on?" Tong Leng asked warily.
"If I win, give me all the original lamp oil. Of course, you can also keep a drop." Ni Zhu chuckled.
"Then what if you lose?" Tong Leng asked unwillingly.
"If I lose, I will help you ascend and become the Ancestral Sacred Artifact!" Ni Zhu said slowly: "Well... it shouldn't be a problem to protect your master's mere high-ranking Saint Ancestor from the great calamity. How about it? I can't bet on it. Gambling? With your master's conditions, it is almost to the limit. It is difficult to achieve great things, and luck is not enough to allow the rule spell to surpass the tenth level. If you gamble, then your master will be able to survive in the catastrophe because of you. Survive the shelter!"
Tong Leng asked in disbelief: "Really? Are you sure you didn't fool me?"
In the past, it was the best at deceiving people.
Especially Zhao Fan, who was led softly and hard by the copper lamp, was fooled and stunned.
"Definitely." Ni Zhu said thoughtfully: "Although both Creation and the dean of the Holy Academy are asleep now, they can sense the communication between us, but they just can't respond. Just imagine, what if I lied to you, what will he do to me when he wakes up?"
Tong Leng pondered over it and couldn't help but ask: "How to make a gesture? You are the ancestral sacred weapon. I am not as tough as you. There is no need at all."
"I will definitely not bully you, don't worry." Ni Zhu said with a smile: "We are all treasure spirits, so let's compete in weapon refining!"
"Weapon refining?"
Bronze Lamp said in surprise: "Same material?"
"Yes!" Ni Zhu immediately transformed into an anthropomorphic figure, still a young man wearing a slutty bag, and said: "Use the same materials to refine weapons, and compete with who finally refines the finished product to be more powerful. How about it? Dare you? Dare you take this bet?"
"Okay! Let's compete!" Tong Leng took a deep breath, so what if he loses? It's useless to keep those original lamp oils.
If he wins, he will become the Ancestral Sacred Artifact!
What's more, the copper lamp is extremely powerful in refining weapons. The Shadow Demon Saber that Zhao Fan can now use as his main weapon was made by him!
"Wait a moment." As soon as Ni Zhu finished speaking, he escaped into Zhao Fan's portable cave and rummaged around inside. When he came out again, he came out with a lot of weapon refining materials, and then divided it into two parts. portions, each portion is the same.
"I have a question, who will decide whether the finished product is more powerful in the end?" Tongdeng decided to ask clearly first so as not to argue with the other party later.
"You have a good relationship with Zaifang. If you let him make a decision, it will be biased in your favor." Ni Zhu thought for a while and said, "Let the dean of the Holy Academy make the decision. He will decide what is fair and just."
