Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

These two short words are like the brightest stars in the night sky, shining with unyielding light.

Zhan Hai stood there, watching Lin Fan's almost stubborn resistance. Even he, an old soldier who had seen countless people, couldn't help but admire him.

He knew very well that Lin Fan's cultivation had far surpassed his own in the past. If given enough time, this kind of potential would definitely enable him to achieve great things.

I secretly thought how great it would be if Lin Fan was a descendant of the Zhan family. Unfortunately, in this world of cultivation, everyone is either a friend or an enemy.

Lin Fan's potential is undoubtedly a huge threat to Zhan Hai.

After this brief silence, a hint of determination flashed in Zhan Hai's eyes.

Since he is an enemy, he must not let Lin Fan leave the battlefield today.

Although this decision was cruel, in his opinion, it was a necessary choice.

All these decisions were made quickly in Zhan Hai's mind.

The night wind continued to blow and the moonlight still shone on the battlefield, but everyone present could feel that this confrontation was far from over.

The sky was as dark as ink and the stars were hidden. Only the full moonlight, like frost falling on the earth, illuminated this ancient battlefield coldly and lonely.

Lin Fan, the young hero who had faced desperate situations many times in battle but had turned the tables time and again, was wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth at this moment, and his movements seemed extremely determined.

The bloodstains have not yet dried, but they have become a testimony to his fighting spirit.

His feet stepped deeply into the broken earth, as if he wanted to merge with this land. He raised the Qiankun Axe in his hand. At this moment, his figure looked unusually resolute under the moonlight.

Zhan Hai, as a powerful existence on the opposite side, saw Lin Fan's attitude and a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes, but it was immediately replaced by determination.

He knew that in this world of cultivation, sometimes praising someone was cruel to oneself.

Therefore, without saying much, he directly used the Styx Sword in his hand, which contained endless dark power, to attack Lin Fan.

What he used was the most domineering move in the Nine Heavens Thunder Sword Technique - Nine Heavens Thunder.

At this moment, his swordsmanship was not just an attack, but also a display of all his skills. Lightning and thunder surrounded the sword, as if tearing the night sky apart.

Facing this fierce attack, Lin Fan did not retreat at all. He swung the Qiankun Axe, gathered all his strength, and used his unique skill - Heaven Collapse and Earth Splitting.

Wherever the Qiankun Axe went, the air seemed to be torn apart, and the power between heaven and earth gathered at this moment. This move of his was not only a counterattack against Zhan Hai, but also a challenge to fate.

This time, Lin Fan used all his strength. Every breath he took was filled with determination, and his eyes flashed with an unquestionable light.

Even Zhan Hai could not help but feel secretly shocked by the power that erupted from within.

He could feel that the power of Lin Fan's move had far exceeded his previous expectations, and even exceeded the maximum level that Lin Fan himself could exert.

The two men's moves collided violently in the air, as if two meteors collided in the night sky, bursting out with dazzling light.

The impact of this force shook the entire battlefield. The surrounding air seemed to be torn apart by this force, producing violent storms.

As the two men's moves collided, the entire battlefield was covered in a dazzling light, like the moment when day and night alternated, all the light converged at this moment.

The trajectory of the Qiankun Axe cut through the sky, as if it was really going to tear the heaven and earth apart, while the Styx Sword was like the power of the abyss, rushing towards Lin Fan with the determination and darkness to destroy everything.

This is a battle of strength and will, as well as a contest of fate.

After that moment of impact, an even stronger storm swept across the battlefield.

Dust flew, vision became blurred, and everyone held their breath, waiting for the outcome of this duel.

When the dust gradually settled, everything became clear again, and people saw a scene that was unbelievable to them.

Lin Fan, the brave challenger, was once again knocked heavily to the ground by Zhan Hai.

His body raised a cloud of dust the moment he landed on the ground. At that moment, it seemed as if time had frozen.

Lin Fan's body was covered with scars and blood, and he looked extremely miserable.

His breathing was rapid, and every breath seemed to be filled with intense pain, but even so, his eyes remained firm, as if he still wanted to stand up again and continue fighting.

Zhan Hai, like a king on the battlefield, approached the fallen Lin Fan step by step.

His steps were steady, and each one seemed extremely firm.

The Styx Sword was still in his hand, and the mysterious black light on the sword was particularly obvious in the night, as if foreshadowing the approach of death.

The previous admiration in Zhan Hai's eyes was gone, replaced by determination and coldness. He knew that as a warrior, he must not give the enemy any chance to counterattack.

Lin Fan lay on the ground, trying hard to stand up again, but the injuries on his body made every attempt extremely difficult.

He raised his head, looking at the gradually approaching sea of ​​war, with determination in his eyes, there was also a hint of unwillingness.

In this world of cultivation, he had hoped to become a truly strong man, to protect the people around him and not be threatened by anyone.

However, the reality is so cruel that facing a strong enemy like Zhan Hai, he seems really powerless to turn the situation around.

Zhan Hai stood in front of Lin Fan, raised the Styx Sword, and pointed the tip of the sword at Lin Fan.

His eyes were cold, as if he had already regarded Lin Fan as a dead person who was about to leave this world.

At this moment, all the sounds on the battlefield seemed to disappear, leaving only the slight distance between the tip of the sword in Zhan Hai's hand and the ground, which became the focus of everyone's attention.

At that moment, the atmosphere on the entire battlefield suddenly became solemn, as if even the night wind had stopped breathing, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Jiang Shuiling, with a light body, rushed towards Zhanhai quickly like a ray of light in the night.

Her eyes were full of determination. Even though she knew she was no match for Zhan Hai, when she saw that Lin Fan was in danger, she chose to take action without hesitation, trying to stop the killing.

However, Zhan Hai's strength was not something she could match after all.

He just gently waved the Styx Sword in his hand.

The sword energy that almost turned into substance knocked Jiang Shuiling and the sword away.

It hit the ground dozens of feet away with great force, raising a cloud of dust.

At that moment, Jiang Shuiling looked extremely fragile.

Her body drew a sad arc in the air and finally fell to the ground weakly, seriously injured.

"Battle Sea!"

Seeing this, Lin Fan was extremely angry, his voice was filled with endless anger and unwillingness.

His eyes seemed to be about to burst into flames as he stared at Zhan Hai.

In his heart, besides anger, there was also a deep sense of powerlessness and self-blame. He wished he could exchange his life for Jiang Shuiling's safety.

Zhan Hai seemed unmoved by the anger. His eyes were cold and a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Go to hell!"

As these extremely cold words fell,

He thrust the Styx Sword in his hand, with the tip of the sword emitting a captivating black light, and stabbed straight into Lin Fan's chest.

This sword contained all of Zhan Hai's murderous intent and strength. It seemed that even the air was torn apart by this force, producing a sharp whistle.