The flesh and blood in his body seemed to be chopped hard by a knife, and the blood was burned with flames. The heart, lungs, stomach, liver and gallbladder were all destroyed by invisible forces.

"The other party's evil magic actually produces remaining energy."

Until now, Pharaoh still didn't figure out what was going on, and he thought it was because he was hit by Ye Fan.

After Ye Fan was hit, he knelt on one knee and pushed the ground with one hand. The blood from the corner of his mouth dripped down like pearls.

He opened his mouth and smiled: "It's so satisfying."

Because he knew how much fatal wound he had suffered, he would also bear it on the Pharaoh.

He was silently urging the Iron Shield Art, just to quickly repair and treat internal injuries.

However, this is not easy. After all, the Iron Shield Art is not omnipotent. Otherwise, everyone would not have to learn anything and just practice this technique to unify the world.

Because the internal trauma is too serious, the Iron Shield Art does not play a big role.

The situation became extremely serious, especially for Ye Fan, which was still very unfavorable. After all, the Pharaoh was much stronger than his.

This means that if Ye Fan wants to kill the other party, he is likely to end up with his achievements and be destroyed, and there will be no situation where he survives or loses his cultivation.

"Madman, absolutely madman."

The Pharaoh looked at Ye Fan laughing loudly, and couldn't help but sigh, his eyes filled with incredibleness.

Made, who was so hurt, could still laugh, and said he was so happy that he was not a lunatic, what was it?

Ye Fan took a few deep breaths and felt that every breath of breath was all over his body. He insisted not to faint, and kept a smile on his face: "Pharaoh is just like this. Even I can't beat me. I still want to conquer the Holy China, and I'm delusional."

He knew that with such agitated general, Pharaoh would definitely not leave and would fight to the death with himself.
Chapter completed!