"It's still so weak!" Zhao Yifan patted his body, got up from the ground, and spit out a mouthful of blood. His blood-filled teeth grinned, making everyone look ferocious: "I thought you would kill me this time?"

"Hey, Master Gu Yue, kill more! He is too unsatisfactory!" Zhao Yifan's aura kept rising, shouting like crazy.

In Lu Li's eyes, the protagonist's halo on Zhao Yifan's body began to tremble, and even began to burn, overflowing a lot of luck. His artistic conception and mental state were also constantly rising, slowly approaching a highly unified state.

With a scream, a beautiful woman lost her life. Wu Siqi's heart trembled again, and the breath on her body overflowed wildly, crazily impacting Wu Siqi's state.

It can be said that Wu Siqi, who was half-dragon man, opened his hands and roared to the sky. The earth began to tremble constantly. The earth talent inherited from the earth dragon began to awaken. With the power of blood, Wu Siqi forcibly entered the realm of semi-mythology.

The entire shaking earth provided Wu Siqi with endless power. A light yellow light flashed by. Wu Siqi appeared behind Zhao Yifan, and his powerful fist was swinging down frantically.

Zhao Yifan's body opened at a critical moment. Wu Siqi's fist hit the ground hard, and countless soils soared. Wu Siqi waved his hands frantically and slapped the soaring soil and stones.

Zhao Yifan's figure flashed and differentiated into several phantoms. The burning Red Luo Sword turned wildly, cutting off all the soil and stones, and constantly differentiating into the illusion body.

Wu Siqi flashed, the air was torn apart by terrifying power, and he left behind afterimages in the air. Every time Zhao Yifan's phantom, he could see the afterimages left behind when he stopped for a moment.

All the phantoms of Zhao Yifan were swept away, but the next moment, a terrifying energy fluctuation came from the sky. Wu Siqi looked up and saw Zhao Yifan staying in the air. The wind and clouds in the sky changed color, forming a terrifying and ominous vortex.

Zhao Yifan held the sword in one hand, and the terrifying black flames burned on it. He smiled wildly and shouted: "That's it, you can become stronger, come on, become stronger for me!!"

Cracked cracks appeared on the Hongluo Sword. Zhao Yifan suddenly waved the sword in his hand towards the bottom. The Hongluo Sword rushed directly towards Wu Siqi like a meteor, and then there was the black flame that could burn everything and destroy everything.

The three yang and seven stars behind Zhao Yifan rose into the sky, and the sky became more and more dim. The endless power of heaven and earth entered Zhao Yifan's body. Then his body suddenly fell down, clenched his fist with his right hand, and fell from the sky. The terrifying air pressure pushed the land downwards with a fist mark.

Wu Siqi's legs fell into the soil, making a roar that looked like a human and a dragon. The muscles in his hand suddenly expanded, then condensed and compressed, turning into fine steel. The blood vessels on it exploded one by one, and he punched the sky.

The terrifying fist wind erupted, and the red Red Luo sword hit Wu Siqi's fist. The Hong Luo sword, which had cracks, had more and more cracks, and then it directly cracked. The black flame of destruction hit Wu Siqi's body.

Zhao Yifan was also extremely fast. He fell from the sky and hit Wu Siqi in the black flames. All the powerful power of heaven and earth absorbed by the arrival of the black sky were tilted out.

Wu Siqi's body suddenly lowered, and his whole body was directly hit into the soil by the terrifying force. The bones broke, blood vessels exploded, and blood spilled.

Hu Wenxu shook his head and swung his palm directly. A woman Wu Siqi loved very much turned into a blood mist. These women kept trembling in fear, but their bodies were as if they were being terrifyingly trained, pressed firmly on the spot and unable to move.

Another palm was swung out, another blood mist exploded, and an extremely crazy roar came from the ground, and the heaven and earth seemed to be filled with the terrifying roar, the wailing sound of sorrow that was extremely sad.

The earth cracked, Zhao Yifan's body was bounced away directly, and a mouthful of blood was spit out. All the bones of his right hand that he swung his fist had broken. Some places had even been shattered, and other parts of his body were full of terrifying wounds. If these wounds were from others, they would probably have died long ago.

A figure broke out from the ground, shaking the thick snake tail, and holding both hands with muscles tightly. Wu Siqi appeared above Zhao Yifan's flying body, swung his arm and hit Zhao Yifan's back.

Only with a "click" sound, Zhao Yifan's body folded upside down into a V-shaped shape, and then fell into the soil like a meteor, leaving a human-shaped deep pit. Wu Siqi's body in the air also fell down. He put his calves down, his knees down, and rushed straight towards Zhao Yifan in the deep pit.

Zhao Yifan lay in the deep pit, raised his head slightly with trembling all over his body. Wu Siqi's figure fell down above, and the light was blocked. His eyes were filled with a mixture of sweat, blood, and soil.

He might be dying, but he had died once. He knew that the martial arts of the Black Sky Palace would make people crazy, and he also knew his previous performance. In the eyes of ordinary people, he was a madman.

But maybe he should have gone crazy when he died in his previous life. Compared to his previous life, he did not live long in this life, but he did not feel regretful. Being able to see his desires clearly and be able to abandon everything to realize the thing called dreams or delusions is really happy!

"Die for me!" Wu Siqi's whole body was almost covered with scales, and even without tentacles in his mouth, it was no different from the dragon demon Lu Li saw. He landed on one knee and rushed directly towards Zhao Yifan's head. Perhaps the next moment, Zhao Yifan's head would explode like a watermelon.

However, the expected watermelon explosion scene did not happen. A layer of black strange substance appeared above Zhao Yifan's body, firmly blocking Wu Siqi's impact, and the black substance was still increasing.

"It's not bad!" Lu Li smiled. Zhao Yifan succeeded. With this successful example, all the data was in place. In just a few breaths, the fourth volume of Hei Tian was written in Lu Li's mind.

And just when Zhao Yifan succeeded, in the gap between the dreams, Lu Li's wizard clone suddenly raised his head and looked at the martial arts dream in front of him. He saw that the fantasy dream trembled, and the things that were nurtured inside seemed to have been completed and were about to open.

"How is that possible? You shouldn't have any power to fight back." Wu Siqi roared wildly. No matter how hard he struggled, he was firmly grasped by the black matter.
Chapter completed!