Zhang Fan's eyes suddenly lit up like the star of Qi before dawn.

A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

His body suddenly shook violently, and his right hand seemed to be breaking away from something. He raised it stiffly, slowly pressed it to his chest, his palm was concave, and he suddenly exerted force.

"Bang!" Zhang Fan spurted blood from a mouthful of feet away. Under the stimulation of blood, the red lines spread all over his body collapsed inch by inch. The bound spiritual power flowed instantly, gaining freedom.

With a long roar, Zhang Fan shot out lightning, and at the same time, he did not forget to use his finger to the falling soul bell that was floating in the air. The sound of the bell that shocked the soul sounded again.

The lightning in his body had just dissipated. Nangong Yi, who had just taken back his control of his body, suddenly froze, his eyes were confused, and his hand that had been holding the Nine Fire Flame Dragon Ball involuntarily relaxed.

The dragon balls naturally slid down and then rolled on the ground.

At this time, it was like the center of the world, and every slightest rotation firmly attracted the gaze of Zhang Fan and Nangong Yi.

"Come back~~~" Nangong Yi suddenly woke up, roared, and reached out to move the Nine Fire Flame Dragon Ball.

The dragon ball rolled up a small gentle slope, and was about to fall, but suddenly it suddenly stopped. The bead body jumped gently, and it was about to fly off the ground.

At this time, a cold and deep voice sounded, and Nangong Yi's heart immediately fell to the bottom.

"Fallen!" Zhang Fan rushed forward, but his voice was not flustered. He said a light word, pressing down like a mountain.

With his voice, a heavy bronze bell fell from the sky, covering the nine-fire dragon ball that had just flew up.

Immediately afterwards, as Zhang Fan's magic tricks activated, the Soul-Falling Bell trembled violently, and the bell rang continuously, but it did not disperse, but instead condensed inside the copper bell, filling every inch of space.

Feeling that his connection with the Nine Fire Dragon Ball gradually became weak and was about to break down, Nangong Yi's face suddenly twisted, his hands turned red, his hands changed in shape, and his magic tricks were pinched out.

Within the clock, the Nine Fire Flame Dragon Ball was summoned strongly, no longer as warm as before, and suddenly flew up and hit the Soul-Falling Bell.

With one blow, there were a few fine lines inside the clock wall;

——Zhang Fandi's figure rushed past the clock.

With two strikes, the Soul-falling Bell showed countless ice cracks on the surface, and it was shaking and felt sad and beautiful;

——Zhang Fan approached Nangong Yi about a foot, and his cold eyes swept over, and his eyes were filled with madness and recklessness on the other person's face.

After three strikes, a big hole suddenly appeared on the clock wall, and a red light penetrated through it. From the point to the surface, the clock body started from the entrance, cracked inch by inch, and then with a loud bang, it collapsed into a pile of broken copper pieces.

——Zhang Fan took another step forward, and the other party’s head was within reach!

At this moment of life and death, Nangong Yi suddenly turned his head, pulled out his eyes from the Soul-falling Bell that covered the Nine Fire Flame Dragon Ball, and stared at Zhang Fan.

There was surprisingly no madness in his eyes, but there was endless coldness, destroying everything before the storm.

At the same time, the Tianshen Fire Toad, which had been lying quietly, suddenly rose and stood up. On the uneven spine, bumps as big as fists suddenly swelled and exploded.

In an instant, the surroundings were filled with a pungent smell of sulfur and spread quickly. When they were in it, they were as if they were in the depths of the earth's fire, and the air gradually became hot and hot.

It was a long story. At that time, in just one breath, the body of the Fire Toad Dharma Image suddenly collapsed, and sparked sparks in the air, and then it was like sparks spreading. Within a radius of thousands of feet, the place where the sulfur breath overflowed was turned into a sea of ​​fire.

Infinite flames burn out of thin air, air, trees, earth, rocks, flesh and blood... are all its fuel. When the fire is gone, all things will be annihilated.

——It is for "lava hell".

This lava hell is the most powerful move among the Dharma Spirit Art mastered by Nangong Yi. It is more than enough to deal with Zhang Fan who is not in the Qi Refining Stage. Even the shield released by the foundation-building stage monk can barely maintain it in the lava hell. If you want to make progress, you must not.

What's more... Nangong Yi looked ahead with a look of ecstasy expression on his face, and the red light was coming quickly.

At this moment, a cold voice rang in his ear: "Is this your trump card?"

"Impossible!" Nangong Yi was shocked and quickly turned his head to look, but saw a figure rushing straight out of the lava hell under the protection of a black light shield.

With a sharp roar, the two of them passed by.

The Nine Fire Dragon Ball flew at a very fast speed and suddenly appeared in front of Nangong Yi, only one foot away.

But sometimes, the end of the world is the end of the world.

It seemed as if all the support was suddenly lost. With three strikes, a spiritual weapon was destroyed. It was no longer powerful, and then it fell down weakly. Then, as soon as it rolled, the beads were covered with dust.

Nangong Yi's eyes swayed up and down, and the joy in his eyes gradually faded away. He had emotions such as disbelief, fear, dissatisfaction, regret, etc. flashed, and finally became a hazy one.

Accompanied by the inaudible tearing sound, red fine lines appeared on his body like Zhang Fan before. The difference is that the bleeding points were still oozing from these fine lines, and quickly fainted and slowly slipped down.

"You... wait..." Nangong Yi turned his head with difficulty, trying to look at Zhang Fan, while his lips trembled and murmured.

After all, he failed to get what he wanted. As soon as his head turned halfway, he turned weakly, rolled down his shoulders, and finally stopped in front of the Nine Fire Flame Dragon Ball.

A pair of wide-open eyes were facing the Dragon Ball, so close that his eyelashes could even gently touch the Bell with the help of the breeze...

The wind suddenly rose and a little force was applied. Nangong Yi's headless body fell down with a bang. The moment it landed, it broke into countless pieces, the cut was smooth and straight as if it was cut by a sharp blade.

Zhang Fan, who had been leaning over and turned his back to him, breathed a sigh of relief and slowly stood up.

With a light shaking of his hand, countless red and golden silk threads suddenly popped up on the ground, gathering on his cuffs, and then "suddenly" into it, crawling over his body again, gathering into gorgeous and beautiful patterns.

The last top-level magic weapon made by Zhang Fan is naturally not just for good looking or just a dispensable shield. These golden wires are the biggest killer weapon.

When they are close and missed, they will suddenly turn from gorgeous patterns into the most terrifying killer. With a light cover, they will know by looking at Nangong Yi on the ground.

Originally, it was just to make up for the shortcomings of his melee combat, but judging by the fighting style of immortal cultivators, he might not be able to use it for the rest of his life. Unexpectedly, at a critical moment, when the whole body was almost destroyed, it was the only battle that would determine the world.

"There is God's will in the dark!" Zhang Fan sighed and walked to Nangong Yi's head, squatted down, picked up the Nine Fire Flame Dragon Ball, and spread it in the palm of his hand.

At this time, a look of ecstasy appeared on his face.

ps:

Today's Chapter 2, there is still a later date, it's still in full swing~~~

Summoning and collecting, recommending, you can click it gently, which is the motivation for typing.
Chapter completed!