Chapter 1721
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Peng, peng, peng!!!
The moment the black shield formed by True Essence appeared, the three light bullets containing the power of Space Runes all landed on it, causing a muffled sound to ring out.
It had to be said that Zhang Tian's Origin Power was very thick and powerful. Under the continuous bombardment of the three light bullets, only a small crack appeared on the surface of the shield, and it did not explode on the spot.
However, when Zhang Tian saw these cracks, he was inexplicably shocked. It should be known that he was a genuine elite who was half a step into the Earthly Venerable Tier, while Long Bufan's cultivation was in the late stage of the Heavenly Body Tier. There was a great disparity in their strength.
Under normal circumstances, even a full-power attack from a Heavenly Body Tier cultivator would not be able to cause the slightest disturbance to his protective shield. But now, Long Bufan was seriously injured, but it did not take much effort for him to cause his Origin Power shield to show faint signs of collapse.
A cold light flashed in Zhang Tian's eyes. He knew in his heart that this abnormally powerful attack originated from the strange Pseudo-God Spirit Treasure in Long Bufan's hands!
And at this time, due to the unexpected attack of the AK47, the speed of Zhang Tian's pursuit was hindered. Long Bufan also took advantage of this opportunity to quickly escape on the Fire Phoenix, creating a considerable distance between him and Zhang Tian. It was impossible for Zhang Tian to catch up in a short time.
Zhang Tian looked coldly at the fiery red figure that was gradually disappearing into the distance, and muttered darkly, "Bastard brat, you're quite smart. No wonder Zhang Huayun was defeated by you."
He knew that the direction Long Bufan was escaping in was the direction of the inner city. There were three palaces and five pavilions there, and there were countless elites. If he continued to pursue, it would definitely attract the attention of others. Publicly pursuing and killing a Purple Deacon of the Shrine Pavilion was not a small crime.
If he could kill Long Bufan before that, Zhang Tian could casually fabricate a reason to clear his name. After all, a dead man would not explain himself. With the power of the Zhang Clan in the Shrine Pavilion, without conclusive evidence, he believed that the Punishment Hall would not dare to do anything to him.
But now, Long Bufan had the help of that Pseudo-God Tool. Having just seen its terrifying power, the chances of him killing the other before flying to the inner city were greatly reduced.
So, as Zhang Tian weighed the pros and cons in his heart, he snorted with indignation and gave up the idea of continuing to pursue Long Bufan.
He did not dare to gamble. If he lost, he would be doomed eternally.
At this moment, Zhang Tian seemed to have thought of something. He suddenly turned around and flew towards the place where Long Bufan was injured by him. His powerful spiritual sense radiated outwards and scanned every inch of the dense forest below.
…
"He's not chasing?"
Only when he sensed that there was no aura fluctuation from Zhang Tian chasing him from behind did Long Bufan's tensed nerves relax slightly. He inhaled a deep breath of air as an intense pain suddenly surged from his chest.
Long Bufan used his spiritual sense to look inside himself. He found that at least seven or eight of his ribs were broken and completely dislocated. Fortunately, his internal organs were covered with True Yuan. Otherwise, these broken bones would have pierced his internal organs.
"Crack! Crack … "
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