On the battlefield, people who are greedy for life and fear of death often die the fastest and worst.
People who are not afraid of death often live to the end.
This seems to be a paradox, but it does exist.
Just like now, with the help of seven blood-colored auras, Qi Xuan Ting can replace his injuries with injuries. The more severely injured, the stronger the combat effectiveness.
"Stab!"
Qi Xuanting raised his right hand, and there was a silver machete in his hand, with water-like waves flowing on the surface, and at the same time revealing fierce murderous aura. The blade was engraved with countless complex totems, which was obviously a high-grade spiritual weapon.
"Desperate Sword Technique!"
Qi Xuanting brandished a silver scimitar at an incredible speed. The sharp blade was like a sickle of death, cutting the air completely.
Ye Fan was not afraid, and stood up.
The edge of the ancient spear and the blood of the gods was enough to defeat this scimitar in an instant.
However, with the tip of the gun in front of him, he was about to stab the scimitar, and Qi Xuanting's side of his figure actually slammed his chest against the tip of the gun, as if he was seeking his own death.
"She!"
The Primordial spear stabbed Qi Xuanting's right chest forcibly, and a burst of red blood spattered, and blood lotuses bloomed in the air, shockingly.
With just one blow, Qi Xuanting was severely injured, his skin, flesh and bones, and bones were completely pierced by a spear, his face pale as paper.
But in an instant, the seven blood-colored auras burst out with coquettish light, as if they had provided Qi Xuanting with majestic power. This energy seemed to skyrocket forever, even for a strong man who had survived four or five times of heaven. It's far worse.
"Wow!"
The next moment, Qi Xuanting swung the silver scimitar abruptly and slashed on Ye Fan's left arm.
"Stab!"
Ye Fan couldn't dodge, and a bone-visible wound suddenly appeared on his left arm. Blood shot out likewise, painful.
Immediately, the figures of the two crossed over, each flashing hundreds of meters.
Looking intently, a huge hole appeared in Qi Xuanting's right chest, as if he had been annihilated by a black hole. No matter how he stimulated his inner strength, he could not regenerate flesh and blood.
This ancient spear used to nail the gods, even if it is now sealed, it is still powerful.
But after suffering such a heavy injury, Qi Xuanting didn't have any painful expression on his face. Instead, his eyes were scarlet, his face was grim, and the corners of his mouth were drawn with a wild smile.
In contrast to Ye Fan, the wound on his left arm that was split by a scimitar contained Qi Xuanting's domineering internal energy, which could not be healed.
"Boy, this is just the beginning, I will cut you a thousand swords to relieve the hatred in my heart! Ho Ho Ho Ho..."
Qi Xuanting roared like a beast, completely desperate, swiping the long knife frantically, and the sword aura swept in like mercury, not giving Ye Fan any chance to breathe.
Ye Fan raised his gun to respond to the enemy.
The speed of both of them was thunderous and dazzling. The monks who were watching the battle could barely capture two afterimages.
But the sound of weapons colliding and the sound of sharp blades entering the body during the confrontation came one after another, one after another, revealing the fierceness of the battle.
Relying on the overbearing effect of the blood-colored halo, Qi Xuanting completely gave up the defense, using the "injury the enemy 800, self-defeating a thousand" style of play.
However, he didn't care about the "one thousand" he lost, only the "eight hundred" that hurt the enemy.
This is totally desperate!
How does Qi Xuanting look like the noble third prince of the Great Wu Dynasty, this is clearly a mad dog!
But the more so, the more terrifying he is!
Even though he was covered in blood and bruised all over, his combat effectiveness has skyrocketed steadily, increasing dozens of times from the beginning.
This level of combat power made many true immortals of the Tribulation trembling tremble at the scene, even Xia Huang Qin Yuan and the elders of the Star Picker had their brows furrowed, and their faces grew gloomy.
As the other protagonist of this battle, Ye Fan's current situation is really uncomfortable.
Even if Ye Fan had a heavenly hegemony body and his physical body was stronger than a heavenly high-grade spirit weapon, Qi Xuanting already possessed the ultimate strength, coupled with the sharpness of the silver machete, left hundreds of wounds on his body.
Although these wounds are not fatal, dripping water can penetrate stones.
If this continues, Qi Xuanting can slowly consume Ye Fan to death.
"boom!"
It was another fierce collision, and Ye Fan was almost cut in the middle with a knife in the lower abdomen.
Fortunately, his dantian is not in the lower abdomen, otherwise this one will simply be abolished.
Opposite, even though Qi Xuanting was shot, he didn't care at all. He even reached out and wiped the blood from the scimitar, put it to his lips and licked it, his face showed an intoxicated expression, as if he was tasting some wine.
That abnormal expression made people shudder, as if facing a terrifying Nine Nether Demon King.
"Have you seen? This is the power of the python halo! I have evolved seven times now, second only to my father, in the vast world, no one can stop my way to the king!"
"boom!"
In the next moment, a monstrous blood erupted from Qi Xuanting's body, permeating all directions, and the thick smell spread out, covering the entire palace, which made people feel nauseous, as if turning the whole world into hell.
"hiss!"
Immediately someone inhaled air-conditioning, as if the heart was suffocated by an invisible big hand, almost suffocating.
"It's terrifying! Where is this human being, it is clearly a demon in human skin!"
"Dawu Dynasty, unexpectedly has such an enchanting evildoer! With Qi Xuanting's qualifications, it is expected that in a few years, he will reach the top and survive the nine calamities! In that case, wouldn't the Dawu Dynasty have two powerhouses who crossed the calamity?
"Young Master Ye is a once-in-a-lifetime arrogant talent. Who knows that he has encountered Qi Xuanting. This time I am afraid it will be too bad for you!"
...
In everyone's eyes, Ye Fan's strength is strong enough, but Qi Xuanting has too many cards.
Once the python halo came out, it was enough to cross the realm to confront the enemy, not to mention that Ye Fan's realm was far inferior to him.
In this case, it was too difficult for Ye Fan to go against the sky.
Suddenly, Qi Xuanting's coquettish scarlet eyes looked straight at Ye Fan and said with a grin: "Boy, is there any last words to explain? If you don't have any other trump cards, then go to hell!"
The lines were full of murderous aura, as if Ye Fan had already been treated as a corpse.
"Humph!"
Ye Fan sneered and asked, "Who said I don't have a hole card?"
Although Ye Fan was already bruised and bloodied, he was full of breath and confidence when he said this.
"Oh?"
Qi Xuanting raised his eyebrows and asked, "You still have a hole card? Haha...Even if you sacrifice a holy artifact now, you will definitely not be my opponent. Don't make unnecessary struggles!"
"You want to see my hole cards, then you will get what you want!"
The next moment, Ye Fan tried his best to move the Palace of Life, and suddenly opened a vertical eye.
"Boom!"
The mighty divine might pouring out, surging in all directions, instantly enveloped the entire world, and unexpectedly overwhelmed Qi Xuan Ting's body with the rush of blood.
Immediately afterwards, a mysterious stone gate seemed to be a long river that cut through the years. It had come from a long time ago and appeared in the sight of everyone.
