The Fusang Tree is one of the nine spiritual roots in the world. Even if Li Qingyang's cultivation is not high, he will be disabled even if he hits his body with such a light wave. Bai Fan intends to use his life-saving magical power to resist and take advantage of his unpreparedness to kill the opponent.

Bai Fan had a good plan, but unexpectedly forced him to make changes.

The Fusom tree sucked over, and Bai Fan raised the flame mark given by Wu Heng.

The firelight from the Fusang tree hit his palm, but what made Bai Fan's chin drop was that his life-saving magic power did not explode, but instead, the Fusang tree was actually sucked into the mark with a squirting sound.

Such an accident also shocked Li Qingyang. It seemed that he had not reacted yet. At this time, Bai Fan was the first to wake up and took a knife to go up.

This knife was very powerful, but Li Qingyang's body seemed extremely hard, and he couldn't go further after one knife.

Li Qingyang, who was in pain, finally came to his senses. He looked at the farewell knife that slashed into his left arm with a pale face and was shocked. Of course, he was also grateful. Fortunately, it was not a must, otherwise this knife might have taken his life.

He no longer had to explore the reason for the disappearance of the Fusang tree. He slapped his palm suddenly. Bai Fan did not draw the knife and took a strong blow in time. His internal organs rolled and spurted blood in his mouth.

The body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string. The angry Li Qingyang was so angry that he burst into flames, and a terrifying wave of fire burst out all over his body. A burning fire god halberd in his hand rushed straight to Bai Fan.

"Go to die!"

Amid the angry shout, the Fire God's Spear burst out with a dazzling fire. Bai Fan endured the trauma of his body and waved the farewell knife to fight.

The swords and halberds collided constantly with the clanging sound, Bai Fan's arms were numb, and Li Qingyang was very powerful, and he could hardly grasp the farewell knife every time he hit him.

It was another impact, and Bai Fan was forced to retreat dozens of steps before stopping, and at this time Li Qingyang's attack came again.

The Fire God's Salute turned into a huge fire dragon and opened its mouth and swallowed it. At the critical moment, Bai Fan thought of the Eight Swords of the Demon. Although it had no magic power, its power did not weaken.

One knife after another, the shadow of the sword continued to slash out to try to block the fire dragon, but the fire dragon was too fast. Bai Fan's eight anti-demon swords only slashed out the fourth sword, and the fire dragon had already arrived near.

It was stinging, a bloody flower was brought out from behind, and the Fire God's Sphur pierced Bai Fan's chest, giving him a heart-warming feeling, and pinning him directly on the rocks.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, Bai Fan smiled bitterly. He underestimated Li Qingyang so that he didn't even have time to stimulate his life-saving magical power.

His body was so tight that he could not move. He watched Li Qingyang approaching.

"You are very good, but unfortunately you are still going to die!"

The verdict of death broke out from Li Qingyang's mouth. His face was covered with a cold evil spirit. Bai Fan looked at him unmovedly, while his palm secretly activated the life protection of the flame mark.

A five-colored flame appeared in Li Qingyang's palm. Just as he was about to slap Bai Fan's body, a spear suddenly flew behind him.

Tie Wuji arrived, he was not dead yet, Bai Fan stopped his movement of urging life protection.

The five-colored flames shifted their direction and met Tie Wuji's fallen shadow soul-chasing spear.

The iron water fell down, and the fallen shadow soul-chasing gun encountered the five-colored flames and began to melt. As Tie Wuji pushed closer, the melting became more and more powerful.

Looking at Tie Wuji who was overestimating his abilities, Li Qingyang raised a sneer on the corner of his mouth, but the sneer soon came to an abrupt end, and then turned into horror, and then endless anger.

Seeing that the Soul-Chasing Gun of the Shadow was about to melt completely, a trace of determination flashed across Tie Wuji's face, and the last gun rod was pushed forward with force.

It was so stinging, the palm holding the five-colored flames was actually penetrated by the most inconspicuous gun rod, and it stabbed straight into Li Qingyang's heart without decreasing.

After a brief silence, Li Qingyang then squirted out a large mouthful of blood. He covered his chest, his butt fell to the ground with an unstable body, staring at Tie Wuji in disbelief.

At this time, Tie Wuji's face quickly grew old. In order to inspire the power of the Shadow Soul Chasing Gun, he forcibly broke the seal, but lost his own vitality.

In the end, he succeeded, Li Qingyang's aura was about to decline, Tie Wuji laughed, and he finally avenged his two brothers.

"Brother Wuji!"

Bai Fan in the distance exclaimed. He didn't expect things to turn out like this. His body still couldn't move. Tie Wuji gradually disappeared, and Li Qingyang also fell silent.

"Brother Wuji..."

Bai Fan shouted loudly, feeling very sad, but at this moment he was shocked, because Li Qingyang, who seemed to have died, had vitality again, and the breath around him continued to rise.

"not good!"

Bai Fan seemed to have thought of something, and his face changed drastically. He forced the Fire God Spear to penetrate his body. Bai Fan could finally get off. He endured the pain and said goodbye to slash Li Qingyang.

At this moment, Li Qingyang's closed eyes suddenly opened, and a pair of cold and ruthless eyes glanced over. Bai Fan's mind suddenly hurt, but he couldn't care anymore and tried his best to slash Li Qingyang's body with a farewell knife.

The sharp farewell knife did not disappoint Bai Fan this time, but unfortunately he just cut off Li Qingyang's right arm. At this time, Li Qingyang, who was in pain, slapped out his palm in anger. The farewell knife left his hand, Bai Fan flew backwards and smashed on the gravel not far away. The pain made him grit his teeth and blood filled during the period.

Li Qingyang stood up, endless anger burned in his eyes, and slowly walked over. He wanted to let this person suffer the pain of burning fire to relieve his hatred.

"When I wake me up, let's die for me!"

The Great Sun Star Lord woke up, and he took over Li Qingyang's body, and Bai Fan already understood.

At the critical moment, Bai Fan was about to ignite the flame mark, but unexpectedly, a figure appeared independently.

"Wu Heng, you are not dead!"

The Great Sun Star Lord was furious and turned around and ran away without looking back. This incident made Bai Fan stunned.

Wu Heng did not come, and the figure dispersed and returned to the appearance of a Fusang tree. Bai Fan was shocked. The feelings were because of the Fusang tree that deceived the Great Sun Star Lord. The reason for this change was probably because of the flame mark.

No one expected that the final outcome would turn out like this, and the Great Sun Star Lord actually ran away.

Bai Fan paid a huge price in this battle. Tie Wuji died. He thought he had killed Li Qingyang and smiled when he died. However, Bai Fan knew that Li Qingyang would not die so easily. As for himself, he was also seriously injured, especially the wounds left by the Fire God Spear could hardly heal.

His body was shaking and he was about to fall in love at any time, but Bai Fan forced himself to make sure that one thing was that was the owner of the Immortal Nether Fire, whether Ussuri, the tenth son of Wuheng, was still alive.

After moving the body hard, I finally came to Ussuri. I gently detected my fingers and found that the other party had no breath, but his eyes were wide open, especially the third eye between the eyebrows, which was faintly fluctuating.

Bai Fan stared carefully, and at this moment a fire suddenly came straight towards him. Bai Fan, who had been prepared for a long time, could not dodge and stimulated the flame mark as soon as possible.

This time the flame mark was successfully stimulated, and a layer of fiery red light cover enveloped him. At the same time, the Fusom tree also appeared in his hands.

The black flames kept burning along the light shield. When they were exhausted, the light shield disappeared. At this time, an illusory figure appeared in front of Bai Fan.

"Haha, I really didn't expect that my carefully calculated survival path would be ruined in my father's hands. Father, you are so nice to your son!"

The figure smiled bitterly, sighing at the absurdity of fate. He was indeed a beggar who was not favored by fate. Now he hid in this dark place and was still wiped out.

well……

A long sigh contained many flavors. He stared at Bai Fan deeply and said, "Since you can come here, I will send my immortal fire to you. I hope you can make good use of it. If one day you meet my enemy, burn him to me!"

In the end, Ussuri was full of hatred. If it weren't for this person, how could he have fallen to this point today?

"Your name is Ussuri, right? Your father Wuheng asks me to come and tell you that you are going to be in danger. I didn't expect that I was still one step late, sorry!"

I didn't mention Ussuri's sneak attack on Bai Fan just now. After all, this person had no choice but to do so, but I didn't expect that the final result would be destroyed in his own hands, or to be precise, his father's hands.

"Hahaha... God, you're going to kill me!"

The influence of the people gradually disappeared in the laughter. Bai Fan looked at him calmly, making him difficult to tell because he understood that this was a person with many stories, but unfortunately he could no longer talk to anyone.

As the figure disappeared, Ussuri's body gradually turned into a pile of ashes and disappeared, except for a black bead lying quietly on the ground. Bai Fan picked it up and found a flame inside it rooted in it. He understood that this was the immortal fire in Ussuri's mouth.

Carefully put it away, Bai Fan came to Tie Wuji. He could not take him back, so he could only bury him here.

The tall graves gathered together, Bai Fan erected a tombstone and bowed quietly three times, which was a farewell to his brother.

There was no movement on Lu Changfeng's side, and Bai Fan felt something was wrong in his heart. Sure enough, when he rushed over, he found that Lu Changfeng was no longer able to do it. Yan Siping's body opposite was split into pieces. Obviously, the battle was extremely tragic.

"Has it succeeded?"

Seeing Lu Changfeng's expectant eyes, Bai Fan nodded without disappointing him and said, "Brother Wuji, kill him!"

"Okay, OK! Hoho!"

Lu Changfeng smiled, but he already understood before he saw Tie Wuji.

"Brother Wuji is probably waiting for me, I'm leaving!"

The final farewell Lu Changfeng closed his gratifying eyes, and Bai Fan cried, "Brother, go all the way!"

The two brothers died within one day, and Bai Fan was so heartbroken that he could not tell.
Chapter completed!