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The Demon King felt the crisis, he no longer held back, and went all out to resist Zhang Fan's attack.

Zhang Fan took a step, and his figure disappeared instantly, appearing behind the Demon King.

The sword in his hand flashed with cold light as he stabbed the Demon King in the back.

However, the Demon King seemed to have anticipated his actions and easily dodged the attack.

The Demon King turned around, and a dark energy spurted out from his hand, instantly surrounding Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan felt a strong pressure oppressing his body, making it almost impossible to breathe.

He gritted his teeth and gathered all his strength to resist the pressure.

He waved the sword in his hand, and the sword's light was like lightning, cutting through the dark space.

However, the Demon King's body seemed invisible, and the sword light passed through his body without causing any harm.

The Demon King sneered: "Boy, when you grow up with your strength, you will really become a peerless master, but if you meet me, you must die."

Before he could finish speaking, a dark light shot out from his hand and headed straight for Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan hurriedly avoided, but the dark light tracked his figure, leaving almost no room for dodge.

His body turned suddenly, and a golden light spurted out from his hand, colliding with the dark light.

The two powerful forces intertwined and made a deafening sound.

Zhang Fan felt that his power was gradually consuming, and he knew that he must find the Demon King's weakness as soon as possible.

He concentrated his energy and felt the flow of energy around him.

Suddenly, he discovered a weak energy fluctuation in the Demon King's body.

He immediately seized this opportunity and appeared in front of the devil in an instant, stabbing the devil's heart with the sword in his hand.

However, the Demon King reacted extremely quickly. He grabbed Zhang Fan's wrist and twisted it hard, causing the sword to fall to the ground.

Zhang Fan gritted his teeth in pain, and he could feel that his wrist was almost broken.

The Demon King sneered, and a dark energy surged out of his hand and hit Zhang Fan directly in the chest.

Zhang Fan felt a sharp pain coming over him, and his body flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.

He got up with difficulty, and the wounds on his body began to bleed. He knew that he could no longer fight.

He knew that he could no longer defeat the devil and could only choose to escape.

The Demon King sneered, and the dark energy on his body exploded again, forming a giant black palm and slapping Zhang Fan fiercely.

Zhang Fan felt tremendous pressure and knew that he could not withstand the blow.

He made an instant decision. He could no longer confront the devil head-on. He had to find an opportunity to escape.

He circulated his true energy, and a powerful energy emitted from his body, wrapping himself in it.

The devil's giant palm slapped Zhang Fan's body hard, making a loud noise.

Zhang Fan was seriously injured, blood spurted from his mouth, and his body was crumbling.

Zhang Fan turned around to escape, but found that the devil had blocked his escape route.

He felt hopeless but still didn't give up. He gritted his teeth and activated the Nine Revolutions Immortal Art again, condensing the last bit of power on his sword.

He swung his sword, and a dazzling sword light cut through the sky, slashing towards the Demon King.

The Demon King felt the crisis, and he quickly dodged, but was still hit by the sword light, leaving a deep wound.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Fan immediately seized the opportunity, turned around and fled the battlefield.

Although Zhang Fan was seriously injured.

However, he did not give up, but still persisted, walking towards the distance step by step, knowing that he must persist.

He quickly used his movement skills and turned into a stream of light, flying deep into the Death Mountain.

The Demon King roared angrily as he chased Zhang Fan, dark energy surging continuously.

"Boy, you can't escape my grasp. You must die today!" The devil's hoarse voice sounded from behind Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan felt the devil's pursuit. He knew that he could no longer stay and must leave as soon as possible.

In the Death Mountain, Zhang Fan was seriously injured, blood continued to flow from his wounds, and his breathing was rapid and difficult.

He knew that he had to escape from this devil's territory as soon as possible, otherwise he would not survive.

Zhang Fan tried his best, used up the last bit of his cultivation, activated the magic weapon on his body, and accelerated his escape.

He travels through mountains, jumps over steep cliffs, and traverses dangerous swampy areas.

His body had reached its limit, but he knew that as long as he could hold on, there was a glimmer of hope.

The devil's pursuit has not stopped, and his evil power is approaching behind Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan could feel the devil's aura, which was full of the power of destruction and death.

He knew that as long as he was caught by the devil, he would face a fate more terrible than death.

The voice of the devil behind him was full of ridicule and threats: "Boy, do you think you can escape? Your cultivation is no longer enough to compete with me. Give up, surrender to me, maybe I will be kind enough to let you go. A way out."

Zhang Fan gritted his teeth, knowing that he could not give up easily.

He replied coldly: "Humble monster, do you think you can rule this world? Justice will eventually defeat evil, and I will never succumb to you."

The Demon King sneered: "Justice? Haha, justice is just the fantasy of the weak. In this world, only power can decide everything. Your power has weakened, and you are destined to be conquered by me."

Zhang Fan's eyes flashed with determination: "Devil, you are wrong. Justice is not just the fantasy of the weak, it is the deepest belief in human beings. As long as there is still a glimmer of hope, I will persevere until the last moment. .”

A trace of anger flashed in the Demon King's eyes, and he accelerated his pursuit: "Boy, you are such a stubborn guy. Since you refuse to give in, let me personally send you to the door of death."

Zhang Fan no longer paid attention to the roaring Demon King behind him. He kept using his immortality skills, trying to cover up his aura so that the Demon King could not track his location.

He used the spiritual power in his body to turn into a ray of light and quickly shuttled through the mountains and forests, trying to escape the devil's pursuit.

However, the Demon King's strength far exceeded Zhang Fan's imagination.

His tracking ability is extremely strong and he can sense almost every subtle change in Zhang Fan's aura.

The Demon King continued to release powerful magic waves, shrouding the entire mountain forest in darkness, leaving Zhang Fan with nowhere to hide.

Zhang Fan glanced behind him and saw the Demon King's figure like lightning, chasing him swiftly.

He knew that he could not compete with the devil head-on and could only rely on his wit and flexibility to evade pursuit.

Zhang Fan quickly took a concealment pill to strengthen the hiding of his aura, making his existence weak and blurry.

He carefully hid behind a rock and stared at the Demon King in the distance.

The Demon King was tall, and a dark aura surrounded him, making people feel endless fear.