Tang Fan punched out, and the situation was calm, without causing any pressure.

But the drunken monk narrowed his eyes and quickly retreated backwards without any hesitation.

Because it was so fast, it left countless afterimages in the sky.

"boom!"

A violent sound exploded at the place where the drunken monk had stayed, emitting a dazzling bright light.

The light was comparable to the sun, and the fanatical aura instantly erupted, making the entire villa feel like it was on a rocket, almost flying into the air.

All the buildings were destroyed, and a deep crater was created where the fist light exploded, causing the entire villa to be submerged in smoke and dust.

The Soul Gathering Killing Formation, which was already cracked at one corner, also accelerated its collapse due to the impact of the explosion.

The formation lost the control of Old Messe and could not be reinforced, so it no longer had any effect.

"Good boy, you have some skills!"

The drunken monk screamed and flew out of the smoke. His whole body was dark. If he hadn't escaped faster, no matter how strong his cultivation was, he would have been seriously injured.

"Old monk, you are also very strong!"

Tang Fan looked excited, took Qiankun steps in the air, and rushed straight towards the drunken monk.

To deal with such a master, Tang Fan knew that he would never be able to gain any advantage in magical powers, but in close combat, it would be much easier with his body of the God Transformation Realm.

Monk Zuixin saw his intention, moved away again, directly used the teleportation technique, and suddenly disappeared.

Tang Fan didn't chase him, but took out the Heaven-Destroying Divine Sword and aimed it in the northwest direction and slashed hard.

"laugh!"

The sword light pierced the sky, and the sword's intention was vertical and horizontal, falling rapidly.

"Haha... so happy!"

The figure of the drunken monk flashed out just at the tip of the sword light. He raised his arm and waved, forming a storm and colliding with the sword light.

"boom!"

The sword light gradually dissipated, and the storm continued to sweep towards Tang Fan.

This storm looked ordinary, but it contained murderous intent. Tang Fan did not hide, but still swept across with his sword, forming countless sword shadows in front of him...

"Bang bang bang..."

The sword shadow collapsed, and Tang Fan was so shocked that he retreated repeatedly until he stabilized his body after dozens of feet.

His chest shook, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"It's been a long time since there was any blood..."

Tang Fan raised his hand to wipe the corners of his mouth, his eyes became more murderous, but there was an imperceptible evil smile at the corner of his mouth.

As he said before, a strong man like Zuixin Monk is exactly the whetstone he needs now.

Monk Zuixin just waved his sleeve casually, and the storm created was able to wipe out the light of his sword and force him to retreat so far, which shows how powerful this person is.

The fight between the two only lasted for one round, but for Tang Fan, every step was full of danger. If he was not careful, he would have been dead.

"Everyone praises you for your physical strength, but it seems that's all!"

Monk Zuixin saw the blood stains on the corner of Tang Fan's mouth and thought he was injured.

"Are you OK?"

A white shadow fell next to Tang Fan. Tang Tianhai saw that he was injured and rushed over immediately.

Tang Fan shook his head and said, "I'm fine."

"How about you leave this great monk to me to deal with?"

"I'll do it myself. If I can't do it, you can do it again."

"That's fine..."

"But if I can't do it, you may not be able to do it either, right?"

Tang Fan turned his head and smiled evilly.

Of course Tang Tianhai can kill the drunken monk, but Tang Fan never misses the opportunity to ridicule him.

"Then it's up to you..."

Tang Tianhai did not refute Tang Fan and turned around to leave.

"Hey, hey, are you really leaving?"

Tang Fan was speechless for a moment, this old man is too bad!

"Monk Zuixin, listen to me, there is nothing wrong with this kid. You can be more ruthless..."

Tang Tianhai left without looking back, heading towards a bigger battle not far away. Without his participation there, Brother Dongfang would have had a hard time facing the people from the Illuminati and the Spiritual Palace.

But no one thought that before leaving, he would actually cheat on Tang Fan in full view of everyone.

"Haha, interesting and interesting..."

Monk Zuixin took the initiative to attack, stared at Tang Fan and said: "Since he said so, it means that your injury is not as light as it seems!"

"So what? Killing you is easy!"

"It's so easy, let me show you how powerful this humble monk is!"

Monk Zuixin clasped his hands together, secretly channeling his energy, suddenly pointed forward, and shouted angrily: "Zuixin worships the Buddha!"

As he pushed out his palm, a Buddha shadow flew out of his body, gradually expanded dozens of times, and headed towards Tang Fan to suppress it.

However, Tang Fan... disappeared!

"Ran?"

Monk Zuixin was stunned. After he saw that Tang Fan was injured, he was a little careless and wanted to use his magical power to completely suppress him, but he didn't expect that Tang Fan would take this opportunity to disappear.

He had already seen through previous fights that Tang Fan was no match for him in terms of cultivation alone, so he wanted to use his strengths to attack his weaknesses.

But the problem is that Tang Fan's invisibility is too powerful, especially when combined with speed, he can't find his breath at all.

Although the huge Buddha shadow in the sky exuded a heaven-shaking power, it lost its target and looked a little helpless.

"You worship the Buddha with all your heart. The Buddha is a real Buddha, but your heart is not true!"

Suddenly, in front of the Zuixin monk, a white light flashed, an arm stretched out, and an iron fist hit his chest with the force of a mountain.

"ah……"

Monk Zuixin broke out in a cold sweat. He was completely unprepared and could only mobilize his whole body to protect his chest and retreat.

He didn't know Tang Fan well, so he thought he had used the invisibility technique to escape after seeing how powerful he was, but he didn't expect that his purpose was to attack!

"boom!"

Tang Fan's punch hit Monk Zuixin hard on the chest, but due to the presence of protection and the fact that Monk Zuixin's body had already retreated, the power was reduced by 30%.

However, despite this, there was still a sound of bones breaking inside the drunken monk's body, and he flew back heavily, and did not stop until he was far away.

He lowered his head and glanced at his somewhat sunken chest, his eyes bursting with anger: "Tang Fan, you... you weren't injured before!"

"Tang Laoer told you that nothing happened to me, but you don't believe it..."

Tang Fan smiled slightly, it turned out that the blood stain on the corner of his mouth was forced out.

Tang Tianhai also knew medical skills, so he naturally guessed his purpose, and then said something that seemed to deceive him.

"Ah, bastards, you are all bastards, Amitabha, you dare to lie in front of this Buddha, you deserve to die!"

The drunken monk was so angry that he was talking nonsense. After swallowing the elixir to stabilize his injury, he rushed towards Tang Fan again.

His physical injuries were very serious, and it would be very disadvantageous if he delayed it any longer, so he wanted to fight quickly.

"Dragon Ancestor!"

Tang Fan became fierce, his whole body filled with blood, and transformed into a huge bloody dragon, flying straight towards the drunken monk.

"Get away!"

The Zuixin monk took out a silver-white demon-subduing pestle from his Qiankun bag and aimed it in the direction of the dragon's head and smashed it hard.

"boom!"

"Ouch!"

There was a muffled sound, and the dragon head almost collapsed, roaring into the sky, not daring to move forward.

Although the demon-conquering pestle in Zuixin's hand was not big, it exuded an evil aura, making the blood dragon feel in danger.

"This thing..."

Tang Fan stared blankly at the demon-conquering pestle in the hands of the drunken monk, his face changed slightly, and his eyes became angry.

In his eyes, this demon-conquering pestle is clearly a condensed body of a girl...

Zuixin held the Demon-Conquering Pestle in his hand. When he saw that Tang Fan recognized this object, he said proudly: "It seems that your eyes are quite discerning!"

"What's this?"

Tang Fan asked with a trembling voice. He seemed to feel the girl's painful struggle and helplessness.

"It's okay to tell you that this magic weapon was refined by me myself. No matter how powerful your magical powers are, if you see it... you will be defeated! I named it Jade Phoenix Baozhu..."

"Jade Phoenix and Treasure Pestle!"
Chapter completed!