Chapter 1287: 1 Palm

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The pale palm gradually enlarged in Zhou Fan's pupils.

He felt that his whole body was frozen with blood, and he could finally clearly feel the fear of facing the middle-aged man before his death.

It's just that his blood is not ordinary blood, but the blood of the dragon god. The moment the blood is frozen, the blood burns.

A syllable burst out between Zhou Fan's lips and teeth, and golden ripples spread out.

The pale palm stopped, and Zhou Fan saw that the somewhat blurred body of the middle-aged man was already standing in front of him.

Zhou Fan's skin got goosebumps, and his rusty knife was unsheathed and slashed out.

To be more precise, it should be shot from the inside out.

The whole body's true essence, martial power and other forces are all twisted together, but it is not chaotic, it is a pure knife, an unimaginable knife.

Chopping!

There was a loud bang, and a white ray of light pierced out, and blood spattered.

When the dazzling light dissipated, Zhou Fan tried his best to support it with a rusty knife and did not sit on the ground. In front of his eyes, there was a huge semi-concave knife mark. The knife mark was charred black and covered with fine stones. He was shocked by the huge knife marks that were split, and the real power of ground splitting was really terrible.

However, he was immediately alert. Even if the ground-smashing power was terrifying, the middle-aged man's realm was unknown, and he might not be killed by him.

A head floated down from the sky. It was the head of a middle-aged man. His peculiar eyes stared at Zhou Fan, not as mechanically sluggish as before, but became cold and sharp, "What a strong swordsmanship. , in the Yuan Liquid Realm, even if the sword sect is close, it is impossible for such a realm to cause such great damage with a sword."

Not dead yet... Zhou Fan's face changed greatly, he quickly took out a bottle of medicinal pills from the talisman bag, and poured all the medicinal pills into his mouth, in order to quickly restore his body's true essence.

Zhou Fan strongly supported, he raised the knife, he didn't want to talk nonsense with the middle-aged man, he wanted to split the middle-aged man's head.

It's just that under the head of the middle-aged man, there is flesh and blood wriggling, and it is constantly growing down. By."

Zhou Fan's pupils shrank, because the middle-aged man's body was slowly taking shape.

He can feel that he may not be able to kill the other party, the other party has reached a very powerful realm, otherwise the flesh body will not grow so quickly, this is likely to be the undead realm, but I have never heard that the regeneration ability of the undead realm is so terrifying. It's almost comparable to a mature Pluto inverse chakra body...

In short, if he can't kill the opponent with this knife, then he has no chance to escape.

He ran deep into the north because he knew that he was too far from the camp, and even if he fled to the camp, no one might be able to save him.

"You really made the right choice." The middle-aged man praised the direction in which Zhou Fan was leaving. If Zhou Fan insisted on killing him just now, then Zhou Fan would already be dead.

He didn't rush to chase until his body was fully formed. He stood naked on the spot, and then put his newly grown left hand into the open mouth. He took out a storage bag and took out a storage bag. He took out a clean white robe from the bag and put it on.

His pale face suddenly flushed,

Suddenly, blood spurted out of his mouth.

The blood was sprinkled on the ground, and a faint white smoke came out, and the bloody air drifted away with the wind.

"I didn't expect a Primordial Liquid Realm cultivator to forcibly wake me up." The middle-aged man looked at the blood on the ground and sighed softly: "The body injured by Duanmu Xiaohong finally recovered a little, and returned to the previous state. situation."

The middle-aged man's face turned pale again, and he looked in the direction of Zhou Fan's escape: "Your escape route is really special, but you ruined my hard work for so many days, I can only kill you."

His body turned into a blood-colored shadow and disappeared.

Zhou Fan was running wildly, and the blood of the dragon god and the medicinal pill made his true essence recover continuously.

But his head seemed to be about to explode, and there was severe pain in the bones all over his body. This was the sequelae of using the ground splitting style.

This sword technique is powerful, and it will inevitably have an impact on the human soul and body. Otherwise, the second sword will not be able to be chopped in a short time.

But fortunately, the real essence is recovering, supporting him to use the teleportation-level movement technique.

The further inside, the denser the little brain demons, and the groups of small brain demons also sensed Zhou Fan's existence and chased after him.

Zhou Fan is not worried about these little brain demons. He is more worried about the terrifying middle-aged man behind him. After all, he used the teleportation-level movement technique just now, and was also caught up by the middle-aged man.

His mind went wild, wondering how the middle-aged man caught up with him?

But he really couldn't figure out how the middle-aged man had caught up with him.

It seems that it is only a matter of time before the middle-aged man chases... Zhou Fan has to face this fact, he left groups of small brain demons behind him, and he also saw that there are several gold-ranked small brain demons among the small brain demons behind him. .

He is probably very close to the center of the Northland now.

He came here, wondering if he could find a way to get rid of the middle-aged man.

If there is really no way, then he can only ask Zhou Xiaomao for help, but his cultivation realm is too low compared to the middle-aged man, and he is not sure whether Zhou Xiaomao can help him when he comes out. , so he thought that he would try it first, but he had no choice but to ask Zhou Xiaomao for help.

He kept walking, and even couldn't help but look at the huge red-brained demon floating in the air. He thought that if he used the wind-fighting technique to float towards the red-brained demon, would the middle-aged man dare to follow?

Zhou Fan thought like this, and he soon saw a blood bubble appear in front of him, and his heart immediately beat several times.

he came.

Zhou Fan immediately changed a direction, and there were still many small brain demons behind him, making a rumbling sound of running.

Just like last time, no matter what direction Zhou Fan changed, the blood bubble would appear strangely in front of him.

Zhou Fan snorted coldly, he stopped changing direction, pulled out the rust knife, and the rust knife slashed forward.

Dozens of quick knife gangs shot towards the blood foam in front of them, and the blood foam emitted a faint blood light, and the quick knife gangs were immediately split apart.

Zhou Fan couldn't stop. Hundreds of small brain demons followed behind him. When he stopped, he would face the siege of so many small brain demons. He held a rusty knife and rushed towards the blood foam.

The blood bubble burst, and countless blood water poured out from it, quickly turning into a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man watched Zhou Fan and the hundreds of little-brained demons behind him rushing towards him. He looked indifferent and slapped a palm.

hum!

A black gust of wind blew from the palm of his hand.

Zhou Fan's pupils shrank, and when the immeasurable force was activated instantly, he slashed a knife, and the purple-gold light turned into a huge purple-gold shield, but when it hit the black gale, the shield broke inch by inch.

Zhou Fan flew backwards, he coughed up a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

He immediately stood up from the ground, but he felt as if his whole body was falling apart. His face was horrified. Only then did he realize that the hundreds of small brain demons who had followed behind him were all turned into black by the black wind from his palm. of blood.

What a horrible slap.