Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

His voice was firm and calm, full of unyielding fighting spirit.

At this moment, Ximen Zhi quickly set up a formation from behind.

He muttered words: "Defensive formation, break! Attack formation, break!"

The movements were quick and skillful, obviously after a long period of training.

As Ximen Zhi recited the mantra, Lin Fan saw two rays of light, red or white, surrounding his body, looming.

These two rays of light were the power of the formation, one red and one white, one offensive and one defensive, adding a mysterious and powerful aura to Lin Fan.

When Elder Tang saw this, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but soon the surprise turned into a stronger fighting spirit.

Elder Tang snorted coldly, "It's a small trick!" His voice was particularly sharp in the wind and snow.

His figure was fast and agile, and he had already reached Lin Fan's side.

There was a trace of disdain on his face, and his eyes showed contempt for Lin Fan's ability.

When Lin Fan saw this, although he was nervous, his expression remained unchanged.

He slowly used the Fuhu Fist, each move carrying a strong aura.

The wind of the fist flew through the air, causing gusts of wind sound.

However, no matter how hard Lin Fan tried, his fist could not touch Elder Tang.

Elder Tang's movement was extremely flexible, and he seemed to be able to easily avoid Lin Fan's every blow.

After using up a set of Fuhu Fist, Lin Fan didn't stop at all, and started from the beginning again, and did it again.

His movements were faster, but he still couldn't touch Elder Tang.

Elder Tang did not take action. He seemed to be deliberately observing Lin Fan's fighting style.

He didn't expect that Lin Fan really only knew this set of Fuhu Fist, so he waited for work with a scrutinizing light in his eyes.

Finally, after Lin Fan used the Fuhu Fist over and over again, his physical strength gradually ran out.

At this moment, Elder Tang saw the opportunity and suddenly hit Lin Fan in the chest with a seemingly random palm.

The power of this palm was so great that Lin Fan's body flew out like a kite with its string broken, flying more than twenty feet away.

Lin Fan felt unprecedented pressure.

His body fell heavily to the ground, and the sweetness in his throat disappeared momentarily, replaced by a sharp pain.

He opened his mouth, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, splattering on the gray earth.

The blood, just like his current situation, was helpless and desolate.

The air around him seemed to freeze. Lin Fan struggled to stand up, but every movement he made seemed like he was fighting against a thousand pounds of pressure.

His eyes were filled with a mixture of pain and shock, it all happened so fast that it was almost too much for him to accept.

If it weren't for the protection of the golden python skin armor he was wearing, this blow would have killed Lin Fan on the spot.

Beside him, Elder Tang stared at Lin Fan closely with lightning eyes.

He originally thought that this palm was enough to determine the outcome, but he did not expect that Lin Fan could withstand this fatal blow.

Elder Tang frowned slightly. He didn't expect this young man to be so resilient.

"Boy, slap me again!"

Elder Tang said coldly, his voice full of unquestionable majesty.

After saying that, his figure suddenly swayed and appeared in front of Lin Fan instantly like a phantom.

This speed and power clearly told Lin Fan that Elder Tang had not gone all out just now.

At this moment, an urgent cry broke the tense confrontation.

"Elder Tang, wait!"

Murong Chui shouted loudly behind Elder Tang, with a hint of urgency and anxiety in his voice.

Elder Tang paused for a moment, then turned around and looked at Murong Chui doubtfully.

In this case, Murong Chui suddenly stopped, which naturally aroused his curiosity.

Murong Chui's voice was like a sharp blade, cutting through the silence.

His eyes were fixed on Lin Fan on the ground, full of urgency and expectation.

For him, the golden sword was not only a magical weapon, but also a symbol of his pride and identity.

In Yan State, such low-level magic weapons are very rare.

"Boy, tell me quickly where the wrong golden knife is, and I'll give you a treat! Otherwise, your life will be worse than death!"

Elder Tang's voice was full of threats and impatience. He looked at Lin Fan on the ground, his eyes revealing ruthlessness and indifference.

His words were full of toughness and unquestionable determination, as if Lin Fan's fate had been decided.

Lin Fan lay on the ground, feeling an unprecedented crisis.

His vision was blurred, and the voices of Elder Tang and Murong Chui echoed in his ears. Every word hit his soul like a heavy hammer.

But at this critical moment of life and death, Lin Fan felt an inexplicable determination in his heart.

"I don't know about the wrong golden knife!"

Although Lin Fan's voice was weak, it revealed a kind of determination and unyieldingness.

He took out a large Huan Dan from his arms and put it into his mouth.

The pill dissolved on the tip of his tongue, bringing a hint of coolness and comfort, like a glimmer of life in the darkness.

As the medicine took effect, Lin Fan felt that his body gradually regained some strength.

He struggled to support his body and slowly stood up from the ground.

Although his movements were difficult, every attempt showed his unyielding will and courage.

"Boy, you have the guts!"

Elder Tang looked at Lin Fan who stood up again, a hint of surprise and appreciation flashed in his eyes.

He didn't expect that Lin Fan could still stand up in such a desperate situation. This kind of tenacity and perseverance was rare even in his opinion.

"More than that!"

Lin Fan gritted his teeth, his voice full of determination and challenge.

He knew what a powerful enemy he was facing, but there was a determination in his heart that he had never felt before.

He decided that even if he had to take the Bloodthirsty Pill, he would still have to fight to the death with Elder Tang in front of him.

"Tang Yun, kill the formation master first, let's see if he says anything!"

Elder Tang's order was like a death sentence, decisive and emotionless.

Tang Yun, as Elder Tang's right-hand man, acted immediately after hearing the order. His figure was as agile as a cheetah and rushed towards Ximenzhi quickly.

Ximen Zhi, a formation master with both wisdom and strategy, seemed so fragile at this critical moment of life and death.

A trace of fear and helplessness flashed in his eyes, and he tried to escape, but his movements seemed so feeble under Tang Yun's pursuit.

Lin Fan witnessed this scene, and a strong sense of unwillingness and anger surged in his heart.

He knew that if no action was taken, Ximen Zhi would undoubtedly be killed.

Lin Fan hurriedly took out a bloodthirsty pill from his arms. This was his last resort.

He held the red pill tightly and swallowed it hard.

The bloodthirsty pill quickly took effect in his body, and he felt a powerful force surging in his body, and his aura instantly became more powerful.