844: C844 Critical Injury

C844 Critical Injury

Zhang Fan was instantly stunned. His face lit up and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly.

The rainbow colored energy suddenly became resplendent.

Honestly speaking, he had not expected that his Soul Devouring Spell would have such a huge effect on the man at this time. His eyes were filled with surprise.

Without wasting any time, he activated the Heaven Spring Sword and when the sword intent exploded forth once again, he was already in front of the man.

Shining with sharpness, the gigantic sword beam brought with it a rainbow-colored light as it directly pierced towards the man's vitals.

Zhang Fan was originally very confident in his extreme speed, but at this moment, the man came back to his senses, and his body twisted in a way that defied common sense.

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A soft sound rang out, and a huge wound appeared on the man's arm.

Zhang Fan furrowed his brows, a look of unwillingness appearing on his face. How did he make a mistake just now? When his expression changed, his body also quickly dodged to the side.

"Good, very good, very good!"

The man's ice-cold voice completely came out at this moment. He first looked at his wound, then his gaze landed on Zhang Fan. He said, "You actually injured my body. You really are great!"

There was a coldness in his tone that could not be spoken. After it was spoken, a black-red energy surged wildly.

It was not easy for him to recover from his injuries, but he never thought that he would receive such a severe injury. It was like a flawed piece of art; it was simply unacceptable.

Zhang Fan looked at the man's appearance and frowned again. This time, the man was angry and gave him more opportunities to get away. However, he could clearly feel that the pressure had become stronger.

With his right hand holding the sword, a tremendous amount of soul force surged forth, staring unwaveringly at the man. He believed that as long as he was on guard, nothing would happen.

"You must die!"

The man spoke again. He spread out his right hand, and an energy that caused one's heart to palpitate spread out.

Zhang Fan's pupils clearly shrank at this moment. He had felt just how terrifying and powerful the attack power contained within the energy was. He frowned again and again as he immediately pulled out the Xuanyuan sword.

The Xuan-Yuan Sword was his greatest reliance. He didn't know how strong the eighth layer of the restriction was, but he believed that it would definitely not disappoint him.

Therefore, he did not hesitate any longer. Amidst the surging energy, it was completely sucked out by the Xuan-Yuan Sword.

"Divine art, Crippled Night!"

A calm voice rang out at this moment, and after the voice faded away, a huge black hole appeared in an instant. As it continued to curl up and distort, countless starlight started to spread out.

Zhang Fan's pupils contracted. At this moment, he could clearly feel that as the specks of starlight faded away, the energy within his body was frantically leaking outwards. Furthermore, the speed at which the energy was being released was extremely fast.

Immediately, his expression changed again and again. He didn't continue speaking and directly shouted in a low voice, "Xuan-Yuan Sword, eighth level of the formation, Extermination of the Dao!"

As soon as his voice fell, Xuanyuan Po's blinding light burst forth. As it surged in all directions, the sword shadows slashed down like flowing light, as if they wanted to cut through the very air itself.

"Divine Abilities Cut!"

The cold voice sounded again, and energy surged once more. In that moment of contact, everything was completely annihilated.

The surging energy swept in all directions, and all the stars in the sky disappeared at this moment. The area they covered was extremely vast, and this vast place was truly astonishing.

In between the energies, the two figures made contact again.

"Divine abilities, collapse!"

An indifferent voice rang out, it was like the eruption of a heaven-shaking volcano. The surging energy tyrannically forced its way into Zhang Fan's body.

The purple eyes contracted once again, and her expression changed drastically. At the same time, her energy also surged out violently.

"Bang!"

A sky-shattering sound was heard. Zhang Fan spat out a mouthful of blood as he was sent flying backwards. The white figure looked to be in an extremely sorry state. At this moment, he was like a kite with its string cut.

"Die!"

The man's cold voice rang out once more. His right hand floated in the air as a gush of energy once again enveloped Zhang Fan.

At this moment, Zhang Fan's body was no longer able to move. That one strike had caused him to lose all of his mobility.

The corner of his mouth twitched when he saw the energy that was rushing over. An ugly smile surfaced on his face. Did he still break his promise?

As he thought of this, he closed his eyes and waited for the moment of his death.

At this moment, the imprint of the jade pendant on his chest began to heat up, and a graceful figure appeared.

The white light surged forth and directly welcomed the two of them. At the same time, a pair of small hands quickly held his body, and the white light once again covered both of them.

As the light dissipated, the two figures also completely disappeared.

At this moment, the black figure rushed forward. When he arrived at the place where Zhang Fan was previously at, his eyes flickered. He could not help but say, "That is the aura of Nuwa!"

"Why is she here?"

At this moment, the man's brows furrowed and his eyes narrowed. His expression had clearly become solemn.

His gaze once again landed on the wound on his arm. The red-black energy surged and completely recovered. At this moment, his eyes flickered once again, but he could not help but mutter: "That person must die, or else he will become a disaster in the future …"

After his voice faded, the man's body also began to fade away. In the end, he completely disappeared from the starry sky.

In a forest somewhere on the Holy Luo Continent, Nuwa is holding Zhang Fan in her arms.

"Young master!"

Nuwa looked at Zhang Fan's pale face, and her eyes started to turn red.

Zhang Fan's aura was currently extremely weak, as if it could disappear at any time.

The white light enveloped Zhang Fan, but at this moment, Zhang Fan bit his lips and said, "Young master, you can't let something bad happen to us!"

As she spoke, her moving eyes turned red and tears fell from her eyes. At this moment, other than worry, there was worry on her face.

"Young master!"

The white light enveloped Zhang Fan, and the Nuwa was murmuring non-stop, as if she was calling out to the current Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan's brows were furrowed at that moment, and his expression changed slightly. Then his body started to move, and his purple eyes opened. However, he looked extremely weak.

"Nuwa, it's you!" a smile appeared on Zhang Fan's face.

A gentle smile appeared on his face as he looked at the tear-stained Nuwa, but his expression was stiff. He wanted to reach out and wipe off the tears of Nuwa to comfort her, but he didn't have the strength to do so.

Blinking his eyes, he felt exhausted.

He hadn't felt this kind of sensation for a long time, and his eyes blinked a few times. At this time, he truly felt like he wanted to sleep, so he didn't think about anything else.

As she thought of this, the gap in her purple eyes became smaller and smaller, before finally closing.0

"Young master, you mustn't let anything happen to you!"

Nuwa's tears fell even faster, and her voice trembled. She bit her lip and thought of something, quickly producing a pill bottle. This was the Nine Transformation Pill that Zhang Fan had left for him.

A golden pill appeared in Zhang Fan's palm, which he stuffed into his mouth.

At this moment, the white light continued to surge, surrounding Zhang Fan and causing his body to fluctuate.

It was unknown if the Nine Revolving Pill really had some effect at this moment, but Zhang Fan's originally pale face had turned rosy. Compared to before, his aura was much better, but there were still no signs of him waking up.

Nuwa bit her lips tightly, the rims of her eyes still red. After a long while, she stretched out her arms and hugged Zhang Fan before she disappeared.

One month later, in a beautiful valley, in a beautiful lakeside, in a small bridgehouse, everything was so beautiful.

"Dong." A graceful and gentle tune floated in the air.

"Young master!"

The Nuwa saw that Zhang Fan's eyes were still red on the bed, and bit her lips as she started to play her zither.

In truth, it was only after such a long time that she finally realized how much damage Zhang Fan had suffered.

The energy in his body completely dissipated and collapsed. If not for the Nine Transformation Pill, Zhang Fan might have really died that time.

Now that he thought about it, the tears in Nuwa's eyes started to fall. Fortunately, Zhang Fan's life force was still present, and from the surface, Zhang Fan did not seem to have suffered any damage. His face was still ruddy, and he looked extremely serene.

During this period of time when Zhang Fan was in depression, Nuwa learned about the pain. It could be said that every day, she would wash her face with tears. Every time she saw him, she couldn't help but think about the past.

The music continued. Every day, Nuwa would use the music to heal Zhang Fan's body. Every day, this was the same. She had never relaxed.

"Young master, how long will it take before you wake up?" Nuwa couldn't help but mumble as she stared at the figure on the bed.

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