Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

Ximen Zhi stood not far away, his eyes shining with wisdom.

He saw that Lin Fan seemed to be at a disadvantage, and he couldn't help but feel worried.

He muttered words and quickly made complex and mysterious gestures with his hands, as if he was communicating with some kind of power in the air.

"Defensive formation, Ling!"

Ximen Zhi's voice was firm and powerful. As his gesture pointed at Lin Fan, a white light fell from the sky and enveloped Lin Fan.

This light was like an invisible shield, significantly reducing the pressure on Lin Fan, allowing him to focus more on the battle.

However, Lin Fan was not satisfied with just passive defense.

He shouted to Ximen Zhi: "Ximen, you don't need defensive formations, give me some offensive formations!"

His voice revealed an unyielding will to fight and a desire to win.

Ximen Zhi heard Lin Fan's cry and immediately took action.

He quickly took out five bright, medium-grade spiritual stones. These spiritual stones contained powerful energy.

He used the power in his body to crush the spiritual stone, turning it into streams of pure spiritual energy that gathered around him, forming a bright halo.

Again murmuring words, Ximen Zhi made more complex gestures with his hands.

Following his movements, a red light fell from the sky, hovering around Lin Fan like a fire dragon, wrapping him in it.

This red light gave Lin Fan more powerful attack power. Every time he waved the weapon in his hand, it was accompanied by scorching flames and powerful destructive power.

Lin Fan's every attack was fast and wild, and every punch made a sound of breaking through the air, shaking the entire battlefield.

Murong Chui felt the huge increase in Lin Fan's attack, and a trace of surprise and uneasiness flashed in his eyes.

Although his sword skills were exquisite, he felt unprecedented pressure in the face of Lin Fan's fierce offensive.

If it weren't for the fact that he had other tasks in Xueting Village, he would have even considered running away.

When Murong Chui saw that the battle situation was unfavorable, he quickly became wise and decided to change his tactics.

"Brother, the one next to you is an array mage. Kill him first!"

Murong Chui shouted to Murong Gong loudly.

Murong Gong heard the call and drew out a sword. The sword light was bright, and a sharp sword energy spread out, and he rushed towards Ximen Zhi.

When Ximen Zhi saw this, he was shocked.

He knew that his strength was far inferior to that of the monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage, and he had no chance of winning against a master like Murong Gong.

So, he chose the wisest option - to run away.

His figure was like a stream of light, moving quickly across the battlefield, trying his best to avoid Murong Gong's pursuit.

When Murong Gong saw this, he couldn't help but think with disdain that Lin Fan's helper was not very good, and he actually chose to run away when faced with the battle.

A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he continued to chase Ximen Zhi, while vigilantly observing the surrounding environment to prevent being trapped by Ximen Zhi's formation or trap.

On the battlefield, Lin Fan faced Murong Chui's fierce attack alone. His eyes became more determined, and every punch was full of determination and strength.

Even though he lost Ximen Zhi's support, Lin Fan did not show the slightest panic, but instead seemed to stimulate his stronger fighting potential.

The atmosphere on the battlefield became more tense and chaotic.

The wind stirred up dust all over the sky, as if trying to cover up the traces of the battle, but the fierce sound of battle echoed in the air, shaking everyone's heart.

Murong Gong's brows were furrowed, and his eyes were shining with hesitation and anxiety.

For a while, they pursued Ximenzhi, and for a while, they turned back to support Murong Chui.

His heart was full of contradictions. On the one hand, he wanted to hunt down Ximen Zhi and eliminate the threat of this formation master;

On the other hand, he was worried that Murong Chui would not have the upper hand against Lin Fan alone.

His pace was fast and slow on the battlefield, reflecting his inner contradictions and uneasiness.

Ximen Zhi was like a cunning fox, constantly darting back and forth on the battlefield, tempting Murong Gong to pursue him.

Whenever Murong Gong was about to give up the chase and turn around to help Murong Chui, he would suddenly appear again and attract Murong Gong's attention again.

Although such tactics are dangerous, they effectively disperse the enemy's strength.

Murong Chui felt great pressure in the face of Lin Fan's fierce offensive.

A hint of urgency flashed in his eyes, and he shouted to Murong Gong: "Brother, leave me alone, kill the formation master first, and then come back and help me!"

His voice was filled with urgency and anxiety.

He understood that it would be difficult for him to defeat Lin Fan for a while, so he decided to adopt a strategy that would consume Lin Fan's physical strength.

Lin Fan, faced with Murong Chui's attack, acted extremely calm.

His Dantian has turned into a vast sea of ​​Qi, with long-lasting Qi power, far beyond Murong Chui's imagination.

The boxing technique was steady and powerful, and every blow was like a mountain bearing down on him, making Murong Chui find it difficult to resist.

Under this situation, Lin Fan's mentality was extremely calm. He knew that as long as he remained patient, he would eventually win.

Murong Gong, after receiving Murong Chui's order, his eyes shone with determination.

He began to chase Ximen Zhi confidently and boldly, with the sword in his hand and sword energy flowing out of him, and he pounced on his prey like a tiger.

The pace is fast and fierce, and every step has a strong momentum.

Ximen Zhi felt Murong Gong's pursuit, and his heart was filled with tension and anxiety.

His steps were as fast as the wind, and he cleverly used the obstacles on the battlefield to constantly change directions in an attempt to get rid of Murong Gong's pursuit.

Soon, the figures of Ximen Zhi and Murong Gong disappeared in the wind and sand, leaving Lin Fan and Murong Chui on the battlefield to continue the fierce battle.

Lin Fan was secretly worried about Ximen Zhi, but his eyes became more determined, and Fuhu's boxing technique became more and more fierce, with each punch carrying fierce wind and force, as if to tear the air.

Murong Chui, facing Lin Fan's increasingly fierce offensive, secretly sneered in his heart.

He believed that Lin Fan's fierce attacks would only exhaust his energy faster.

"The harder you push, the faster you will die." Murong Chui thought to himself.

At the same time, he adjusted his tactics, trying to avoid Lin Fan's heavy blows and trying to delay time.

At this critical moment, Ximen Zhi suddenly appeared near the battlefield.

When Lin Fan saw him, he couldn't help but asked in surprise: "How did you escape?"

Ximen Zhi replied with a smile: "Brother, I only used a teleportation array to get rid of that fool. I guess that fool is still looking for me everywhere in the village!"

His voice was full of triumph and relief.

The appearance of Ximen Zhi surprised and pleased Lin Fan.

He knew that with Ximen Zhi's help, their chances of winning against Murong Chui would greatly increase.

Murong Chui's expression also became solemn due to Ximen Zhi's appearance, and he realized that the situation was beginning to go against him.

It turned out that at the beginning of the battle, Ximen Zhi had carefully prepared a teleportation array just in case.

The existence of this formation had a decisive impact on the direction of the battle.

When Murong Chui heard that his eldest brother was being fooled around, his face darkened, and he couldn't help but burst out with an angry curse.