The saint curled his lips, extremely disdainful.

“…”

Xing Tian didn't speak and stared straight at the ring.

Yang Fan once again sacrificed the fireball. This time the fireball was bigger and more heated. The gorgeous light was like the sun. The spectators on the edge of the ring felt a sense of heat.

"Qin Shiming, go and die!"

With a loud roar, Yang Fan smashed the fireball with a grim smile.

"The dragon travels to the nine heavens!"

With the long sword thrown, Qin Shiming endured the severe pain all over his body, poured all the energy in his dantian into his fists, faced the fireball, and rushed forward.

"Boom boom boom!"

When the two collided, Qin Shiming rushed out as fast as he flew back.

"puff!"

In the air, Qin Shiming spurted out a blood arrow, his face as if it was white paper.

"Dong!"

The body hit the ground heavily, shaking up a piece of yellow dust.

On the other hand, Yang Fan stood there as if nothing had happened, but his body swayed slightly.

The scene was as quiet as death. Is this the power of a half-step land immortal?

"He, he won't be really beaten to death, right?"
Chapter completed!