Under the operation of the Panshan Sutra, the power of the three immortal veins completely exploded, and an aura that did not belong to this world surged out of Tang Fan's body.

As soon as this breath came out, it seemed to bring rules and communicated with the world. The thunder generated by the blood sword stopped rolling in an instant, and even the speed of the blood sword seemed to slow down a little.

"Go quickly and kill him!"

Although Tang Heng didn't know what Tang Fan was going to do, he also saw the changes in the world. He pointed his finger again, spurted blood from his mouth, and accelerated the speed of the blood sword.

This time, his cultivation level dropped directly to the late stage of foundation building.

"This breath..."

Tang Tianhai's figure rushed forward a little and looked at Tang Fan blankly.

In the mountain forest on the left, the powerful aura was also a little shaken, not as calm as before.

"Why is this technique so familiar? Let me think about it..."

The middle-aged man standing on the treetops had strange eyes.

"open!"

Seeing the blood sword approaching, Tang Fan shouted loudly and gathered the power of three immortal veins to speed up the operation of Panshan Sutra.

"Bang!"

A violent explosion sounded from Tang Fan's body, his skin and flesh shattered, his bones swelled, and all that was left of him was a white skeleton that was about to collapse.
Chapter completed!