A monk fighting is like playing table tennis. Sometimes you can serve and kill in seconds, and sometimes it will form a tug-of-war. What tactics you choose will depend on your own level and the level of your opponent. When facing a stranger, you will first use a few rounds to test the opponent's level. Everyone says this is the case.

Can't stop it! Can't stop it! Can't break it!

Facing a peak attack, he was helpless. What should I do?

Fight! Of course, it’s a tough battle for his grandma!

If you can't beat it, you have to wait for death? There has never been such a thing.

Those two words have nothing to do with Tan Weiran. He has never been such a negative person. No matter how dangerous or powerful the enemy is, it cannot stop him from his fighting spirit that has always penetrated into his bones and his strong desire to survive.

The desire to survive is not a derogatory term. He has experienced countless separations in his previous life and understood a truth: only by living can he have the opportunity to protect all the people and things he wants to protect.

Tan Weiran's face was as iron as iron, and he remained motionless, and a sense of perseverance naturally flowed. An immortal fighting spirit in his chest had already burned like a raging fire, as if it spread the temperature all over his body, and every inch of his muscles seemed to have turned into a hundred-sized steel.

The strength of the body is gathering, the true energy in the dantian flows, the agitation of energy blows out from every pore, and the clothes are like rushing in the wind.

He has already brewed his fighting spirit and is ready to go!

Even though this move is extremely powerful, he will definitely not be able to shock his mind.

No matter when and where, he is going to fight a tough battle, and he is never afraid to fight, no matter how hard he is, he will use all his abilities to fight!

Kill someone with blood and corpses into a hill, and you must fight to find a way out!

Looking at the fire dragon whistling down, the burning sword spirit seemed to burn the sky to the point of burning red, and it seemed to burn the space to penetrate.

In the flash of lightning, Tan Weiran's thoughts were extremely clear, and he turned out countless ways to deal with them, and then rejected them one by one between thoughts. Finally, he slowly exhaled. At this moment, he knew clearly that facing such a terrifying blow, only one move could be handled by the bottom of the box!

"Yun Seal Passing the Sky Technique!"

It was like a ray of light shining in Tan Weiran's eyes, a brilliant and fierce murderous light. Taking a slight step back, others disappeared as if they had never existed.

This is his unique skill like the "Traditional Distortion Technique", and is more cautious than the secret techniques such as the Qinglian Breath Technique. So far, few people have known that he has magical powers.

Anything that can be dealt with is not absolutely life-threatening, but he never displays his magical powers in public just because he knows one thing.

The so-called bottom of the box is not necessarily the most powerful, but it is definitely the most secret.

In fact, Tan Weiran is right. It is precisely because of his usual practice that he brought secret and suddenness to his trump card. Otherwise, if he used casually to expose his trump card and was first aware of it, not only would he not be sudden, but he would be specially restrained and designed.

When he turned over and disappeared, Uncle Chang was stunned at first, then captured the wisp of soul breath, and his heart was filled with huge waves: "Supernatural powers!?"

At the same time, Tan Weiran appeared quietly and silently behind Uncle Chang, calming his mind and turning his body into a ghostly attack.

With a blow from the fist, the air fluctuated and dull thunder rolled in, and the power of the fist and body thundered.

"I want to attack me, no way, no one can attack me!" Uncle Chang laughed wildly, swept wildly with his divine thoughts, and instantly discovered Tan Weiran's whereabouts.

The fire dragon soared and pounced on it brought out flames, burning the earth into crystal shapes, and suddenly making a whistling sound like a mad dragon. The most jaw-dropping turn bomb occurred in the air, burning the entire sky to bright red. The crazy laughter was even more circling over the wasteland one after another, with a sense of pride.

"Not good!" Tan Weiran's face darkened. Uncle Chang's sword was so flexible that he was countless than he thought. It was incredibly flexible to be able to change tricks in such a situation.

However, in a hurry, Tan Weiran wanted to retreat again or use the cloud seal piercing technique again, but it was too late. The huge explosion of fire dragon was already unstoppable!

He didn't know that Uncle Chang had lived for eight or nine hundred years, and his least fear was sneak attacks behind his back. Instead, he often set up traps to attack and kill others. It was not because of the golden body and inner armor, but because of his sword, it was like Tan Weiran's Five Elements Dragon Claw Hand, with ordinary power, but its power was amazing when fighting.

Because of the mediocre power of this sword, Uncle Chang racked his brains and tried every means to find a unique secret fire movement technique, thereby doubled its power.

If these two moves are split and used separately, it would be just a normal attack in the later stage. With Tan Weiran's strong defense of ten-pound gold body, even if it cannot be broken, there is still great hope of resisting it.

However, with the cooperation of the experiment, the power was slimly catching up with the mid-stage of Breaking the Void.

Before the violent punch, a ray of solemnity and a hint of coldness flashed in Tan Weiran's eyes at the same time.

Boom! The fire waves swept across all directions in an instant, igniting and burning everything.

The entire wasteland in the Yi character room was completely burned by jumping and boiling flames, just like flying fires and meteors in the sky kept falling, as if they were about to burn the entire wasteland to ashes.

Now, he has eliminated such a future confidant for the sect in advance!

A trace of indescribable pleasure appeared in my heart. Uncle Chang didn't notice that a figure in the surging flame was like a fish, appearing and disappearing from time to time like swimming.

A faint purple color almost imperceptibly mixed in the firelight in the sky...

In a moment, the fire dragon dissipated in flames, and a terrifying ruin that was covered with darkness was left, like a ghost creature.

Uncle Chang opened his mouth and let out a crazy laugh of satisfaction. The laughter came to an abrupt end and suddenly couldn't laugh.

Tan Weiran is gone!

Even if he was cut into ashes by Uncle Chang with a knife, what about that ashes?

There was no ashes, no figure, only... When Uncle Chang looked back with emotion, he saw purple, and his eyes were full of purple, filling his eyes, trembling body, and shocked heart:

"Tan Weiran!"

The figure that jumped out of a space silently like a fish was like Tan Weiran. Although it was burned to the point of being hurt everywhere, it looked ferocious and obviously the injury was not light.

"Impossible!" Uncle Chang suspected that he had seen and heard for the first time. He was confident that no Lingyou Realm could catch his sword. If Lingyou was not in the middle stage, he would not be able to do it in the late stage: "Unless he is not in the Lingyou Realm, is this kid really hiding his cultivation?"

A blow comparable to the mid-stage Breaking Void is a crushing force for Lingyou Realm, and there shouldn't be any suspense.

The answer to Uncle Chang is the fierce and manic Thunder and Lightning Sword Soul!

A thick thunder and lightning twisted the mysterious and noble purple color, releasing the most extreme thunder and lightning sword spirit, forming the most domineering side.

Once you use one move, you will lose if you don’t win!

It is precisely because of this extreme that the Nine Tribulation Thunder Yin demonstrated this domineering and this powerful power that reached the pinnacle.

The sword spirit arrived in a flash, and Uncle Chang had a mouthful of blood just poured into his throat. He felt that the sword technique looked familiar, but he couldn't remember it, and his face turned pale: "It's another kind of sword spirit? Sixty percent of sword spirit?"

Doesn’t this mean that Tan Weiran has condensed three spirits in front of him. Moreover, the third spirit is actually 60% of the sword spirit!

This kind of understanding...is not human!

Just thinking about it almost made Uncle Chang's heart beat and pause.

This time is no better than the previous few battles. Now the brave ones win when they meet on a narrow road. They must fight head-on and fight a way out. Two people can only survive and fight!

Tan Weiran no longer had any reservations. He aimed at the opportunity and took the strongest sword spirit.

Uncle Chang was overwhelmed by lightning, and the numbness penetrated from his skin and even his internal organs, but a sneer appeared. Sixty percent of the sword spirit was terrifying. Even after he lived for nearly nine hundred years, he had only condensed 50% of the sword spirit.

However, he has lived for so many years and has no other ability, at least he has the ability to survive.

A golden light like a flame had just risen up to resist the thunder and lightning sword spirit. Uncle Chang smiled and wanted to make another move: "60% sword spirit, very good. You are indeed a big trouble for my Mingxin Sect, and it is not in vain that I spent my hard work to kill you today. I am curious, how did you take the previous knife..."

Seeing this scene, Tan Weiran smiled, burst into an extremely dazzling smile, and said, "I finally confirmed your weakness!"

With the last word, a blue light shot out accompanied by a burst of laser light.

Weakness? Do you have any weaknesses? You still need others to remind me? While Uncle Chang sneered silently, he saw a crystal clear and pure green lotus that penetrated his golden body and glow.

It's completely unstoppable!

Level 7! Mainly the secret technique of killing! Uncle Chang is like falling into an ice cave, his body is cold and his spirit is dazed. No one can practice the secret technique to such an extent at this age. It is absolutely not possible, and it is absolutely impossible to do it!

The green lotus is crystal clear and beautiful, exuding a pure atmosphere like ice crystals, which is simply fascinating.

It was not until the green lotus bloomed and the six petals flew, sharper than the blade that it showed its beautiful side. They penetrated into the body and thorned it, grinding the body into meat paste.

The heart-wrenching pain spread to Uncle Chang's whole body, and a light of inspiration hit him, making him suddenly remembered in pain: he walked all the way from the space corridor, his inner armor was broken, and his golden body consumed a lot of energy, less than half of his full state...

If he faces a powerful opponent, Uncle Chang will of course catalyze a drop of essence and blood to replenish the golden body back to its peak state as soon as possible. However, if an opponent without a fatal threat, no one will waste this drop of essence and blood.

A young monk showed 30% of his fist spirit, 10% of his sword spirit, and a sixth-level golden body. Of course, he was a genius. However, no god's illumination would feel that this could pose a threat in the later stage.

Tan Weiran's eyes were as iron as iron, and suddenly he smiled: "Thank you, thank you for helping me find Zong Changkong!"

Uncle Chang, who was secretly catalyzing the essence and blood to replenish the golden body, suddenly looked up. He knew what this meant, his eyes were full of madness and grayness, and he roared out the last syllable: "No..."

The sound came to an abrupt end, just because another ray of green light appeared silently and penetrated into Uncle Chang's head.
Chapter completed!