The spear was a poisonous dragon, it would never come back. Fan Bashan froze, raised his right hand and took a shot. The tip of the spear hit the palm of his hand, making a clanging sound, as if it were against a stone and could not move an inch. Tudor retracted and released his five fingers, and the blood energy/gun exploded with a "bang", split into seven parts, like vines wrapped around a tree, tightly twisting the opponent's upper arm.
Fan Bashan stood firmly on his feet, clenched his fists, and swung his arms hard. The blood/gun flew out of Tudor's palm, twisting up like a strange snake, and was locked from elbow to shoulder, unable to break free in a hurry. Tudor had the upper hand and couldn't miss it. He immediately rubbed his body and then stepped on the broken jade. With a wave of his hands, his blood condensed into a mountain-breaking ax and went straight to chop the opponent's left neck.
Before Fan Bashan could think about it, his right arm suddenly sank. The blood energy/gun was tightened inch by inch, weighing more than a thousand pounds, and it refused to obey orders. He saw the blood energy mountain-opening ax drawing an arc, with the force of thunder, and the evil energy surged. He frowned, took a big step back, and temporarily avoided the opponent's sharp attack. At the same time, he grasped his right arm with his left hand, grunted, and pushed it down with force. He only slipped an inch and was blocked by the blood energy/gun. .
Tudor took advantage of the situation and circled his blood-energy mountain-opening ax, and rushed forward with meteoric strides. The ax blade drew a cold light all over the sky. Fan Bashan retreated again and again, straight into the gate of hell. He gave a heavy blow with one foot. The mountains, rivers and earth trembled, and the glaciers rattled. With a sound, an iceberg more than ten feet high rose from the ground, stuck between the high cliffs, and blocked the door.
Tudor struck it with an axe, and the blood swept across it. The iceberg made a "sizzling" sound, and melted away in a few breaths. The water mist rose into the sky, and then froze into ice, and rustled down.
A few breaths of time was enough. Fan Bashan's eyes burst into flames, and he shouted loudly. His left arm swelled up, his clothes were torn, his muscles were as dark as iron, with sharp edges and corners, and his veins swam like a dragon. He fired fiercely. With great force, he knocked down the blood/gun from his right arm, which was bound to his feet. The blood was dim and slowly squirming like a living creature.
Tudor drew the ax blade, regained his vitality, and sighed secretly in his heart. This big river and a dangerous pass are natural barriers. Fanba Mountain occupies a favorable location and has too much room for maneuver, so it is difficult to force it into a desperate situation. The opportunity was gone. He rubbed his hands together, and the mountain-opening ax turned into blood and was absorbed into his body. When he was about to start over, Fan Bashan suddenly waved his hand and looked up at the high cliff, staring at the condescending man and monkey. Said: "Your Excellency, would you like to get another one of that thing from before?"
For some reason, Tudor felt uneasy in his heart.
His hair stood on end, as if he sensed the imminent danger of killing. How could Fan Bashan, such a proud and arrogant person, bow his head and ask for help? That thing from before? What was that thing before?
Wei Shiqi patted the iron monkey and ordered him to stay on the high cliff and watch. It was beyond his control to intervene in this battle, and he did not want to expose the secret of the iron chain and iron hammer. He took one step forward, fell from the sky, and landed in front of the gate of hell with great force, creating a large crater about ten feet in diameter. Ice shards swirled like a blizzard, blocking Tudor's return path.
"Where is that thing?"
Fan Bashan raised his right arm and slowly folded his fingers. Hu Feng, who was watching the battle carefully from a distance at the top of the mountain, was horrified. His heart was beating wildly. A three-finger-wide wound suddenly opened in his chest, and a bloody hole appeared in his heart. The relic flew out, flew across the sky, and fell into Fan Bashan's palm. Wherever it passed, a pale line of ice was drawn. The cold was raging and dripping water turned into ice.
Hu Feng's breath suddenly dropped, and he covered the wound on his chest with both hands. His face was extremely ugly, showing both reluctance and relief. Fan Bashan had told him before that the Tudor army was attacking, and this blood relic was only for his use. He hid it in his heart orifice and burned the blood to activate the treasure. He could freeze the river by himself, but he had to pay for it. The price was also extremely heavy, and he might lose his life, so he gave him a pill of blood medicine to save his life. Since it was a loan, sooner or later he would get it back. He never thought that this day would come so quickly and so early. He lowered his head with a bitter smile on his lips. In the final analysis, he was still not strong enough to keep this blood relic!
Fan Bashan held the blood relic in his palm and said slowly: "The river has stopped flowing and is frozen for thousands of miles. It is the merit of this thing. If you can help me kill Tudor and take away his blood, I will give it to you." "
Even though Tudor was well-informed, he didn't recognize the blood relic in Fan Bashan's palm at a quick glance. He thought to himself that he was not an unknown person. Behind him stood the Wheel-turning King, one of the masters of the abyss. Fan Bashan wanted to convince him. It's an easy thing. If this thing is not a treasure, it is something that the other party urgently needs.
I thought about it several times, but before I could think of a countermeasure, I heard the other party say "good". Immediately, a strong wind roared, and a figure jumped up to a hundred feet and struck down in the air with the force of an eagle fighting a rabbit. Tudor looked up and saw that the man was holding a red copper rod. The aura of the abyss was rising into the sky like a raging flame, showing no trace of murderous intent.
Another clumsy way of playing. If you move, you will lose ten times.
Tudor was worried about the number of powerful enemies he faced. He raised his left arm to cover his head, and his blood energy formed in an instant, turning into a shield to block the stick falling from the sky.
On one side is the King of Wheels, on the other is the Lord of the West, not to mention that Fan Bashan also donated blood relics. Wei Shiqi has made up his mind and will use all his strength as soon as he takes action. Tudor is wary of Fan Bashan sneaking in from the side and distracted by other pursuits. , and ended up falling into the opponent's plan, and one mistake resulted in eternal hatred.
The red copper hatred stick hit the blood shield, and the blood steamed, reverberating and turbulent, weakening the earth-shattering blow layer by layer. With the remaining strength, Tudor did not hold on, and knelt down on one knee, and the ice under his knees "cracked" All collapsed three feet, but were resolved by the force of the glacier's counter-shock.
Fan Bashan caught a glimpse of the opportunity, lowered his body, clenched his hands into fists, and expanded his arms in a circle, ready to go. Tudor was attacked on both sides of the body, so he used two distractions. He thrust out his left arm, held it empty with his five fingers, and shot out a blood-qi spear. He pushed lightly with his right hand, and the blood on the tattoo flashed, one after another, and the blood-qi came out majestic. Not yet solidified.
Just when he was distracted, Wei Shiqi took the opportunity to kill him. Three red suns are parallel in the sky, shining brightly, covering a distant bloody star. The power of the star droops, and it is like a ray. The spiritual pool in the body is spinning rapidly. Wei Shiqi sweeps the blood energy/gun with one stick, without waiting for it. After a change, he lightly touched it with his left hand, and a golden light swept across, beheading Tudor's six-yang leader.
The plan has been planned for a long time, and the execution of the Immortal Golden Talisman is fierce and invincible. Even Wu Qianju, a Thousand Hands and a Thousand Arms, also hated it. How could Tuduo escape with his life? His head rolled down the ice, and he mouthed Zhang spit out a round pill and rolled it to his lips. The corpse knelt on one knee and stood motionless for a few breaths. A stream of blood flew out from the broken neck, swirled and rolled, and turned into a ball of blood.
Wei Shiqi blocked Fan Bashan's sight with his body, flicked his sleeves slightly, and silently took the thing spit out by Tudor into his palm. The pill was as red as fire, with uneven blood lines, and was twisted into the shape of thousands of branches and leaves. It was a mortal thing. Fan Bashan was frightened, but his mind was more attracted by blood, and he didn't notice his little movements.
Wei Shiqi did not take any of the blood and energy left by Tudor, and generously put it aside. He looked at Fan Bashan. The latter threw the blood relics out without hesitation and sucked the blood into his belly in front of his face. Lock it up and prevent it from getting lost at all.
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