Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

After Ximen Zhi learned that he had no worries, he took out a divine bow that shone with cold light from the package.

His movements were quick and covert, and he suddenly shot an arrow at Murong Chui.

Although the lethality of this arrow was not great, it was extremely fast and Murong Chui had to evade it in a hurry.

The atmosphere on the battlefield became more complicated with the addition of Ximen Zhi.

Each of his arrows was like a bolt of lightning, piercing the air, forcing Murong Chui to constantly change positions, disrupting his original tactical layout.

Every shot from Ximen Zhi seemed to be very precise, causing Murong Chui's confusion.

Murong Chui's heart was filled with anger, and his hatred for Ximen Zhi even exceeded Lin Fan.

He tried several times to break away from Lin Fan's fight and instead deal with this cunning formation master.

However, Lin Fan's moves were closely connected and his attack was as turbulent as a wave, leaving Murong Chui unable to find any chance to escape.

Lin Fan's eyes were calm and firm, and each of his punches was full of steady power, as if every blow could cause the surrounding air to vibrate.

He stared at Murong Chui closely, not giving him any chance to breathe.

Murong Chui, facing the strong pressure from Lin Fan, suddenly changed his usual steady sword technique and resorted to a violent attack that hurt both sides.

His eyes shone with determination, as if he was ready for any sacrifice.

He tried his best and received a punch from Lin Fan. At the same time, the Cuojin knife in his hand swept towards Lin Fan's abdomen with the force of a violent wind.

Although Lin Fan knew that the golden python skin armor on his body could withstand damage from low-level magic weapons, he did not dare to take risks easily.

His feet were like wind, and he quickly dodged backwards, deftly dodging Murong Chui's fatal blow.

There was a hint of caution and wit in his eyes, understanding that in this case, any oversight could lead to fatal consequences.

Murong Chui felt cold in his heart when he saw Lin Fan dodge the attack, and immediately withdrew to kill Ximen Zhi.

In his mind, if he wanted to completely defeat Lin Fan, he must first get rid of this cunning formation master.

His sword skills became more fierce and decisive, and each sword shot straight towards Ximen Zhi with murderous intent and strong wind.

Lin Fan saw Murong Chui turn around and almost instantly predicted his next move.

While his figure was shaking, he mysteriously took out a divine bow from behind.

This movement was smooth and smooth, with no flaws.

He drew the bow and shot the arrow, his movements smooth and coherent, as if he had practiced it countless times.

He learned this move from Su Tianyu, but he didn't expect it to come in handy at this critical moment.

Lin Fan stood on the battlefield, his eyes calm and firm, holding the divine bow in his hand, and shot the decisive arrow.

When he released the arrow, the air seemed to be cut by the strong wind, and the arrow headed straight for Murong Chui with powerful true energy.

The arrow swished through the air at an astonishing speed, carrying ruthless killing intent and fierce wind.

Murong Chui, sensing the danger behind him, instinctively ducked aside.

However, he did not completely dodge, and the arrow still hit his right arm, passing through and causing a sharp pain.

Murong Chui's golden knife fell out of his hand due to pain and fell to the ground with a loud clang.

Murong Chui turned around, his eyes full of shock and disbelief.

He looked at Lin Fan coldly, unable to believe that a monk at the peak of Qi refining could actually hurt him!

"How is it possible? How could you, a person at the peak of Qi refining, hurt me!"

His voice was filled with disbelief and anger.

Murong Chui's heart was filled with doubts and fears.

He originally thought that he was far superior to Lin Fan in terms of strength, but he did not expect to be so seriously injured.

At this moment, his mentality began to waver and he began to doubt his own advantages.

Lin Fan, holding the divine bow in hand, slowly walked up to Murong Chui.

His eyes were cold, and his words were full of confidence and disdain: "Fourth level of foundation building, is it awesome?" There was a kind of provocation and contempt in his voice.

Murong Chui, even though he was injured, still had distrust and doubt in his eyes.

"Are you really practicing Qi refining?"

There was disbelief in his voice, as he was shocked and doubtful about Lin Fan's strength.

Lin Fan sneered and replied: "It's guaranteed to be true!"

He knew in his heart that although his Qi refining cultivation had reached more than forty levels, no one would believe this fact.

There was a deep determination in his eyes, "People are not mutt dogs, let alone lambs!"

His voice was full of justice and determination.

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Fan shot another arrow, carrying strong wind, it went straight towards Murong Chui.

However, Murong Chui was already prepared, and he dodged the fatal blow by turning sideways.

At the moment of dodging, he quickly picked up the golden knife on the ground and held it tightly in his left hand.

Murong Chui faced Lin Fan's attack with a violent and cold light in his eyes.

He waved the golden sword and counterattacked: "If you kill me, the people will be like bastards! You and the entire Xueting Village will have to be buried with me! Besides, you can't kill me!"

There was defiance and confidence in his voice.

Murong Gong, anxious and uneasy, came running from a distance.

He searched the village to no avail and had to return to the battlefield.

The scene before him made him unbelievable - his brother Murong Chui was actually injured under the attack of two Qi Refining Realm monks.

There was a flash of shock and confusion in his eyes, making it difficult to accept this fact.

Ximen Zhi saw Murong Gong in a daze and acted decisively.

He shot an arrow at Murong Gong without hesitation, and the arrow shot out of the air with deadly power.

Murong Chui saw this and shouted a reminder, his voice full of tension and worry.

When Murong Gong heard the sound, he instinctively ducked to the side, but his movements were still a step slower.

At this critical moment, Lin Fan turned around and shot an arrow. His movements were quick and smooth. The arrow carried powerful true energy and went straight towards Murong Gong.

The arrow accurately hit Murong Gong's chest and penetrated his body.

Murong Gong's eyes were full of disbelief and shock, "How is that possible?"

His voice was filled with confusion and desperation.

He looked at the arrow that penetrated deeply into his body and found it difficult to accept this fact.

Then he fell to the ground and his life evaporated.

When Murong Chui saw this scene, a trace of grief and anger flashed in his eyes, and his heart was filled with hatred for Lin Fan and Ximen Zhi.

Murong Chui's left-hand sword was faster than his right-hand sword.

A bolt of lightning pierced Lin Fan's back.

Lin Fan was unable to dodge.