Although Li Yang Sword was Tang Fan's first attempt, his method had been practiced countless times in his mind.

With his current strength, he could have easily used it long ago, but he never had the chance.

Today, it was not convenient for him to use the Nine Turns Divine Gang Fist, so he suddenly thought of this sword move and wanted to try it out with the nameless dagger.

"Boom boom boom..."

The bloody skeleton and the whirlpool have been severely damaged. The bloody skeleton has shrunk in size, and the ghost hand in the whirlpool is only left to linger.

The nameless dagger exerted force again, spinning crazily and releasing an aura that destroyed everything.

Fang Chuan looked horrified, as if he saw something terrible from the nameless dagger.

He found that with the whistling of the nameless dagger, the connection between him and the bloody skeleton became weaker and weaker.

At the same time, his own cultivation was affected by the sword energy and was rapidly weakening.

Not to mention this, what really horrified him was that he found that his vitality and vitality were also rapidly passing away.

If this continues, he will become a mummy.

This is the true core of Liyang Sword!

It blocks the spiritual energy of all things and isolates vitality. Under the rapid consumption of Yang energy, if it is not replenished, it can only wither and die.

Just after Fang Chuan sensed the tyranny of this sword, one-tenth of his vitality had been lost!

His black hair has turned white, and his whole body is filled with an aura of vicissitudes of life.

"No!"

Fang Chuan looked struggling. He didn't expect that Tang Fan's sword was so terrifying.

In desperation, he quickly threw out several life-saving magic weapons, but without exception, these magic weapons were all rendered useless by the presence of the Liyang Sword.

Their mana quickly disappeared, and eventually they collapsed and exploded one after another.

"Bang bang bang..."

After absorbing the magic power of these magic weapons, Liyang Sword became more powerful, directly penetrating the bloody skeleton and forcing it in front of Fang Chuan.

"boom……"

The bloody skeleton suddenly exploded, and the whirlpool ghost hand also collapsed.

Suddenly, there were no obstacles around Fang Chuan.

"Ye Tang, don't even think about harming me! Ah..."

The spell was broken, Fang Chuan's blood spurted out, and his own defense weakened again. He was seriously injured by the sword energy of Liyang Sword, and his appearance aged rapidly.

"This sword is so powerful!"

Hong Xinzi on the stage looked surprised. He didn't expect that Tang Fan had subtly taken the initiative.

Shangguan Fengyun said with a smile: "I think he is not skilled enough..."

Zhang Badao nodded with satisfaction, knowing that Tang Fan was confident.

"Chuan'er!"

Behind Yao Ming, the Nascent Soul cultivator from the Blood Saint Sect, seeing Fang Chuan's vitality declining rapidly, hurriedly flew out.

"presumptuous!"

Upon seeing this, Shangguan Fengyun and others immediately flew to stop him.

"sit down!"

Zhang Badao snorted coldly, his expression calm.

"Headmaster..."

Several sect leaders were a little anxious and worried about Tang Fan's safety.

The Five Immortals Sect finally has a talented young ancestor, and they don't want him to be harmed.

"That boy has no chance!"

Zhang Badao smiled slightly and said calmly: "You don't even think about it, with this brat's scheming, how could he not have a backup plan?"

"In my opinion, although this sword is strong, it is not his final move!"

Upon hearing this, several sect leaders nodded silently.

"How come this kid has improved so quickly!"

Yao Ming grinned in shock. If he dared to fight with Tang Fan before, now he didn't even have the courage to fight.

In the center of the battlefield, due to the collapse of the bloody skeleton and vortex, the blood energy spread flew around Fang Chuan and was quickly absorbed by him.

With the replenishment of these blood energy, Fang Chuan's vitality recovered somewhat.

With the help of this vitality, he slowly raised his fingers.

"Ye Tang, I admit... I underestimated the enemy!"

"But don't try to kill me!"

"Even if I die, it is my own choice!"

"Before I die, I must... grab you first!"

"Ha ha……"

Fang Chuan murmured, raising his finger and slowly tapping his eyebrows.

"Chuan'er, no!"

The Nascent Soul monk from the Blood Saint Sect made a shrill cry when he saw this scene.

"Master, this is my own choice!"

"If I can't kill him today, I won't be able to break my inner demon in the future!"

"Instead of doing this, it's better to fight and die... without any regrets!"

"I, a disciple of the Blood Saint Sect, will never embarrass the sect!"

Fang Chuan's eyes showed a feeling of looking forward to death, and he turned his head slightly to look at Yao Ming.

"Congratulations, you won!"

"I hope you can lead the sect forward..."

"Why!"

Yao Ming sighed, his inner emotions a little complicated.

He really didn't like Fang Chuan. From the moment they became Taoists, they had a competitive relationship.

In fact, it's not just the two of them, all the Taoist species and Taoists in the Blood Saint Sect are in competition with each other.

Their ultimate goal is to become the Blood Lord, the young ancestor of the Blood Saint Sect!

If Fang Chuan died, Yao Ming would lose a rival, but he couldn't be happy now.

"What is he going to do?"

On the stage, Shangguan Fengyun had a question mark on his face.

Hong Xinzi murmured: "He wants to...forcibly conceive a baby!"

"What?"

The several sect leaders around him all looked surprised, but then they understood.

"How is this possible? Ye Tang will not give him a chance!"

"He wants to form his own Nascent Soul before he dies. Even if it is a fake baby, it will be a breakthrough and it will satisfy his own expectations..."

Zhang Badao sighed and looked at Fang Chuan with more approval.

"I understand, this is every monk's Nascent Soul...complex!"

Zufeng Zong advocated Yongchang and nodded.

If foundation building is the elementary school introduction to spiritual practice, then alchemy formation is equivalent to graduating from middle school.

And going from pill formation to Yuanying is like the college entrance examination, which is enough to change a monk's destiny.

If you succeed, you will become strong.

If you fail, you will not be able to move forward in this life.

This is also the reason why many monks who are at the peak of alchemy or even the Great Perfection have been suppressing their cultivation and waiting for the opportunity.

They want to take this step, but they are afraid of failure, so they keep suppressing it until they have 100% confidence before they dare to break through.

Fang Chuan is this kind of person. He is devoted to cultivation and has long regarded forming a Nascent Soul as his lifelong pursuit.

He could have broken through long ago, but because of his Nascent Soul Complex, he was timid and did not have the courage to break through, so he had to suppress his cultivation.

Today, he realizes that there is little chance of escaping from the predicament, so he desperately tries to form a Nascent Soul while taking a breather to satisfy his pursuit.
To be continued...