Chapter 3583

A hundred miles.

Eighty miles.

Fifty miles.

Thirty miles.

The monk on the eighth floor of xianzun was very fast. In a short moment, he was within 20 li of Wang Fan.

In his eyes, there was a bloody light. His right hand was raised slowly, and a terrible energy wave appeared. He said, "go to die."

Boom.

With the sound, in an instant, the fist broke through the air and rushed to Wang Fan with the speed of lightning.

This distance is within his attack range.

He believed that Wang Fan would not be able to escape and would surely die.

In front of him, Wang Fan also felt the great crisis. His eyelids couldn't help jumping. Then he held the sword in his right hand and chopped back abruptly.

"The third move of Shenjian."

The huge sword awn broke through the air, raised several times more terrible than before, and directly cut down the fist awn of the later xianzun.

The collision between the two sides set off a huge explosion in mid air.

However, the third move of Wang Fan's magic sword did not completely block the opponent's fist.

In an instant, the sword was smashed and the fist continued to roar at Wang Fan.

Come on!

It's so fast!

Rao is Wang Fan, who has been through many battles, but at this time, he has no time to respond.

Boom, punch awn heavily boom on his back, in an instant, blood spatter, Wang Fan's bones have been torn most.

Whoa!

Wang Fan opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale in an instant.

At the same time, he also took advantage of the impact force, biting his teeth and frantically continued to rush to the distance.

Strong!

It's too strong.

Xianzun eight, xianzun seven, is not a concept at all.

Behind him, the eight story immortal who pursued him was more powerful than Huang Feng and Huang Feng.

This is the third move of his magic sword, which weakens the power of his boxing style. Otherwise, it would kill him just by this blow.

"The eighth floor of xianzun, is it so strong?" Wang Fan sighed in his heart and felt that it was hard to accept.

You know, he killed Huang Feng at the beginning, but he didn't spend so much.

In fact, although Huang Feng and Huang Feng's accomplishments are on the seventh floor of xianzun, they are not strong at all.

However, the eighth floor of xianzun, who pursued Wang Fan, was not. If the other party could be sent by the Chu Dynasty alliance to kill yuan Dao and his party, how could it be weak?

After all, if the strength is too weak, it is delivering food.

Even among the monks on the eighth floor of xianzun, he is a top figure, far from Huang Feng. He is far worse.

Although Wang Fan's talent is against heaven and his strength is strong, his cultivation is only immortal.

Xianzun level one, let alone kill xianzun level eight, without being killed by the other party, it is quite adverse.

If Wang Fan had not been a body refining monk, and if he had stepped into the tenth floor of the Immortal King, and if he had held the archaic sword, I am afraid all the spirits who had been killed would have been destroyed.

"Not dead?" The immortal looking at this scene, his face can't help changing slightly.

How could it be that he failed to kill Wang Fan on the first floor of xianzun?

However, he was not vague. As soon as his figure flashed, he was pursuing again, and at the same time, he began to build up his momentum.

Today, if he can't kill Wang Fan, he will lose face.

No, it's a small matter to lose face. I'm afraid he will be held accountable even if he goes back alive.

You know, at this point, most of the monks were aware that he was chasing Wang Fan.

If you can't, how can you explain that?

But Wang Fan didn't think so much at all. He didn't even have time to swallow pills to cure his wounds.

At the moment, he is running frantically, and at the same time, he is gathering the fourth move of Shenjian.

However, Wang Fan's magic sword fourth style has not yet condensed, it has once again fallen into the enemy's attack range.

Wang Fan felt the scene, pale, almost desperate.

If I had known this, I shouldn't have tried my best.

He thought that he had killed Huang Feng and other two immortals in the seventh floor, even if he was not equal to the eighth floor, but he was absolutely sure to escape.

But now it seems that it's a big mistake.

Run for your life?

If no one comes to rescue him, I'm afraid he will be killed by one blow before he shows his magic sword.

"I want to see how many punches you can take!" Just as Wang Fan was frantically fleeing and gathering the fourth move of the divine sword, the immortal eight layer yelled angrily. His momentum was even more fierce and he punched out again.

This time, the dazzling fist was several times stronger than before.

The sharp fist awn tore up the space, just in an instant, it had already blasted to Wang Fan.Wang Fan was shocked, and regardless of the fact that the fourth move of the sword had not yet been completely condensed, he rushed back.

At the same time, he frantically moved his space and wanted to escape.

Boom.

However, before he ran away, his fist had already torn the sword and fell on him again.

Wang Fan's body again spattered countless blood mist, which was directly blasted into the sky like a meteorite.

His face, already pale as paper, the weak breath almost ignored.

"It's over, it's over."

Wang Fan thought in his heart, feeling that his head was dizzy and his consciousness was about to dissipate.

This time, he was really hurt too much.

The eighth floor of xianzun is really strong. It's far beyond the current level.

"Not dead yet?"

The immortal felt Wang Fan's breath on the eighth floor. He was almost angry.

This guy, after two punches, is still alive?

Even if the sword offset a large part of the power, but the residual power is enough to kill Wang Fan.

For a moment, the immortal didn't want to continue to threaten. He burst out more terrifying killing intention and continued to chase Wang Fan.

However, this time, before he could catch up with him, a figure suddenly came down from the sky and appeared in front of him.

"You are eight stories high, and you are chasing down the first level disciples of Wangyun palace. Are you deceiving me that there is no one in Wangyun palace? I want to die

The man who appeared yelled angrily. As soon as his body flashed, he had already appeared in front of him, and the huge palmprint patted his body.

"You, you --" the immortal eight layer face changed greatly. He never thought that this man could break out and kill him.

This man is no other than Liu Yuanyi, the famous elder of cloud palace who was surrounded and killed by them before.

Previously, Liu Yuanyi was besieged by ten people, which made him weak.

But Wang Fan led two people away, and three people went to the direction of the spaceship to deter elder Hu. This time, there were only five people left in the ten.

When ten people become five, Liu Yuanyi's pressure is naturally greatly reduced.

In addition, among the five, there is no peak of xianzun, let alone the peak of xianzun, even the ninth floor of xianzun.

Therefore, he quickly killed the other side and freed his hand.

Huge handprint across the sky, single to single, how can the immortal eight layers be Liu Yuanyi's opponent.

All his attacks and defenses were smashed in an instant, and then he was smashed.

After Liu Yuanyi killed the eighth floor of the immortal Zun, he took another hand to kill the seventh floor of the immortal Zun who used the elemental energy to block Wang Fan. Then he chased Wang Fan.

Said, he was saved by Wang Fan, now Wang Fan was xianzun eight layer blow two punches, he naturally want to see the situation.