Chapter 891： Fight against King Wu (middle)

In the middle of the dense forest, Chen Fan was breathing heavily.

The battle has started for nearly half a day. At this time, except for the black-faced monk, all the others were beheaded by Chen Fan!

On the ground, there were densely packed corpses lying horizontally and vertically, dead in a terrible state, and the blood gathered into blood puddles.

There are even endless collapsed trees, cracked rocks, bottomless gullies and deep pits on the ground.

It wasn't Chen Fan who killed him, but now it's a situation where you die and you die. How can Chen Fan stay a little bit?

The road of the monk was originally a road of constant struggle to survive. Since he chose this road, he had to face the situation of killing and being killed at any time. Chen Fan had already understood this, so he didn't have the slightest burden in his heart.

Of course, at this point, he is not effortless, and Chen Fan's injury is now extremely serious.

A right arm chased softly, the bones shattered into several pieces, blood was flowing along the arm, even the long whip that the demon tail turned into was forced to use his left hand.

This is not the heaviest injury. I saw Chen Fan's dantian. At this moment, there was a fist-sized hole, which was left by the black-faced monk.

Only a few minutes away can hurt Dantian!

This was the heaviest injury that caused Chen Fan's spiritual power to flow a bit slower, and his shots were as sharp as before.

"Sure enough, there are several methods. I like the seed above your head very much. After I kill you in a while, I must study it carefully!"

The black-faced monk still maintains his peak state now, his aura is not at all disturbed, his eyes look at Chen Fan's demon species, revealing an unprecedented greed.

From his eyes, it is natural to see that Chen Fan is relying on the monster seed to display the demon race's treasures, so does it mean that if he can obtain the monster seed, he can also use the monster race's things?

Looking at the extremely powerful monster tail, the black-faced monk seemed to have irrepressible joy in his heart.

In the hands of a junior at the pinnacle of martial arts, the demon tail can burst out with such great power, if it is in the hands of a martial king, wouldn't the power be against the sky?

"Zhuzi, die!"

The black-faced monk was no longer able to suppress the greed in his heart, and once again urged the eleven flood dragons around him to attack, and even took out two daggers and held them back in his palm, following the dragon!

Seeing this situation, Chen Fan didn't dare to have the slightest support, and hurriedly mobilized all his spiritual power, relying on the demon tail to resist!

I saw a dazzling glaucoma burst out of him immediately, facing the brown light burst out by the black-faced monk.

When two light clusters collide, the first thing that suffers is the surrounding space.

I saw a group of extremely terrifying energy fluctuations swiftly spreading towards the surroundings, and no matter what obstacles they passed, they all turned into fans.

Chen Fa almost exhausted all his spiritual power before finally resisting the black-faced monk's attack, but the next moment, the dagger in the opponent's hand was already with him.

"puff!"

The two daggers pierced Chen Fan's shoulders obliquely like this, and only heard a click, piercing the shoulder blades.

At this moment, Chen Fan was no longer able to fight, and he even felt the arrival of death.

The whole person lost all protection in an instant and fell straight toward the ground.

On the other side, the black-faced cultivator sneered once again when he saw the blow succeeded. He didn't want to make up the knife, so he landed slowly on this side and said in a deep voice.

"This is the difference in strength. Even if you have a treasure, you can't go against the sky. If you think you are about to die, the deity doesn't want you to be a vain ghost."

"Remember my name, the first elder of Lingyun Sect, Sun Daxian!"