"Die!" he howled, eyes bloodshot, making a spell gesture with his left hand, then reaching out to strike Yan Xiaobao's forehead.
Yan Xiaobao's eyes glead with a vicious light, he suddenly leaned aside, letting the bone of his left hand suddenly slap, as his right leg shot into the air, then slamd into Chen Heng's body with a bang.
Blood spurted from Chen Heng's mouth, and then he rolled backward, with no choice but to release Yan Xiaobao's control. This in turn caused Yan Xiaobao to retreat at high speed.
In an instant, about 30 ters of space opened between the two. Yan Xiaobao's hands were both crippled. His right arm was damaged, and although the left arm was intact, his twisted fingers could not release the throat-crushing palm.
Both his legs were trembling. The left one was twisted into a strange shape, and blood soaked his right leg. The kick he had just released ca at a terrible price.
He could barely stand, practically forced to lean against a towering tree. He bit his tongue, forcing himself into a faint state. He was now at his limit. The only limb he could actually move was his left arm. Everything else was numb. Yet, he still seed as if he wanted to fight.
As for Chen Heng, his eyes were bright red. His left shoulder felt like it was on fire, and he couldn't even lift his right hand. Several ribs were broken, blood continually seeped from his mouth.
"I underestimated you!" he rasped, glaring at Yan Xiaobao. He couldn't imagine, with a cultivation base like his, that killing the injured Yan Xiaobao would be so difficult. From the looks of it, Yan Xiaobao's refined body practice had led to so kind of immortal secret magic, allowing him to stay alive despite such severe injuries.
Indeed, to deal with him, Chen Heng had almost used all the magic technology he possessed, even the Red Demon Magic.
"Well, it's ti to end this fight now!" Chen Heng took a deep breath. Suddenly, all the red on his skin seed to evaporate, turning into a mist rising into the air. Normal color quickly returned to Chen Heng's skin, and he seed significantly weakened. Even for Chen Heng, this fight was tough; his opponent's tenacious will to survive, shocking recovery ability, and willingness to sustain casualties were utterly astonishing.
"Red Demon Secret Magic, Blood Sabre... Attack!" Chen Heng bit his tongue and spat out blood. The blood had long rged into the blood mist, then buzzed, transforming into a long blood-colored sabre in the blink of an eye!
The ethereal sabre stretched over three ters, startlingly adorned with countless faces emitting sharp, shrill screams. Chen Heng flicked his finger, and the blood-colored sabre began advancing towards Yan Xiaobao!
Using this secret magic caused Chen Heng to slump again in weakness, forcing him to reach out to support himself against a nearby tree. His face was pale, and even so strands of his hair had turned white.
"Die!" he roared, making Yan Xiaobao glare with rage.
An unprecedented sense of crisis erupted within Yan Xiaobao, as he realized that no matter what he did, he couldn't dodge or escape this blow. He was trapped.
A fissure andered along the ground towards him, the tree behind him withered, the long blood-colored sabre rose... then slashed down hard at him!
Yan Xiaobao trembled, his pupils contracted. He didn't want to die, and was actually afraid. Unfortunately, the regenerative properties of his Immortal Eternal Life Skill weren't so heavenly that they could keep up with his current injuries. However, even as the blade descended, a sudden flash of inspiration struck his mind. Without a hint of hesitation, he waved his left hand, and a black light shot forth. In the blink of an eye, it enlarged, right before him, forming... the shape of a frying pan!
This is the Turtle Frying Pan!
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