Chapter 974: Dead end

Zhao Wuchen's cultivation is a great master of Wuwang.
However, now that Chen Fan relied on the fighting power erupted by the monster tail, he could at best contend with King Wu Yizhong.
And there is a great price to pay.
He hadn't healed from his injuries before, and because he wanted to smash the life card with one blow, he took Zhao Wuchen's hand.
It can be said that the injury has been increased, and even if it is barely maintained at the peak state, it is not as tough as before.
Under such circumstances, even facing Zhao Wuchen alone, Chen Fan was very strenuous, plus two Wuhou pinnacles swept the formation, it can be said that this time Chen Fan... is in danger.
This is destined to be an unwinnable battle, and even the ending is doomed.
If nothing happens, Chen Fan will definitely die!
But what about it? Chen Fan has already had the will to die since he decided to admit that he was the one who killed Sun Daxian in front of the people of the world!
He went to justice for his own heart!
Therefore, even at this time, Chen Fan still had no fear of imminent death, or even the slightest bit of regret and souvenirs.
He was afraid of death, but even more afraid of lingering in life.
Therefore, even though Chen Fan has been retreating steadily now, and his injuries are getting more and more serious, he is still laughing and laughing!
"In this world, Chen has been here, and he has killed countless enemies in his life, so wish is enough!"
Chen Fan's unrestrained and unrestrained manner immediately moved countless people. They were all monks from Falling City, and they had heard more or less of recent events.
"It's a pity that such a stunningly talented young generation is about to fall today. Perhaps many Tianjiao can breathe out a breath of him."
"After such a person dies, how many years will it take me to have another one in Dongwaizhou?"
The sense of regret broke out little by little, and the spectators stared at Chen Fan's unyielding figure, and suddenly felt a sense of sadness.
Perhaps, this is the heavenly jealous talent.
"boom!"
Zhao Wuchen shot Chen Fan onto the ground with a palm, and a bottomless pit appeared in front of everyone. The smoke and dust billowed in a moment and he couldn't look at things.
At the same time, something came to everyone's mind.
Chen Fan is about to fall.
This time, Chen Fan had miscalculated two things. One was Zhao Wuchen's old treacherous cunning, and the other was the constraints caused by his injuries.
This is the first time in his life that such a big mistake has occurred, and this mistake is fatal.
"Chen Fan, I will give you the last chance to say what I want to know, and I may save you a life!"
Zhao Wuchen slowly came to the side of Dakeng and looked at Chen Fan condescendingly, with a playful look in his eyes.
But Chen Fan has been laughing.
"You all want to know what special means I have, no matter what, I will tell you today that Chen's biggest means is no means!"
Having said that, Chen Fan fiercely sent to the ground, and the whole person flew up again, wiping the effort from the corner of his mouth, his eyes sharp as a knife.
"Zhao Wuchen, I'm not dead yet!"
"It's stubborn, it doesn't matter, after killing you, your corpse, your relics, I will search for it in the same way. If there is any secret, the old man can find it by myself!"
"And now..." Zhao Wuchen pursed his lips, the coldness in his eyes seemed to be condensed: "Go to hell!"
After that, Zhao Wuchen once again disappeared in place, with a strong electric light surging around his body. At that time, his housekeeping skill was electric light palm.
"Puff!"
A mouthful of blood spurted out, and everyone saw that Chen Fan's chest had been completely pierced, blood and meat mixed with bones, floating all over the sky.