Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

Above the chaotic battlefield, the air was filled with smoke and the smell of gunpowder and blood.

Zhan Tao, wearing heavy armor and with a sharp gaze, is facing the most difficult challenge in his life.

Lin Fan's first attack had already made Zhan Tao feel unprecedented pressure, but he relied on his indestructible will to resist it.

As Lin Fan continuously launched his second and third attacks, the power of each attack was more terrifying than the previous one, as if it was going to tear the heaven and earth apart.

The space around the battlefield was distorted by this force, and the earth was cracked into countless traces, as if the whole world was shaking.

Although Zhan Tao could still hold on after taking the third attack, his breathing was disordered, his armor was shattered, and every breath he took was like a fight for his life with the god of death.

When Lin Fan was about to launch the fourth attack which was more powerful than the previous three, Zhan Tao's face suddenly changed and he felt deeply threatened by death.

Lin Fan held the Qiankun Axe in his hand. The axe was surrounded by violent wind and thunder power, and the power of the stars surrounded it, as if to condense the power of the universe into one axe.

At that moment, Zhan Tao knew that he would not be able to withstand this attack no matter what, and this would be the end of his life.

Facing the impending fatal blow, Zhan Tao closed his eyes in despair and slowly swung the axe in his hand.

He silently expressed his final regret and unwillingness in his heart, as if he had already accepted the arrangement of fate.

However, at this critical moment, there was a loud bang, and Zhan Tao was surprised to find that Lin Fan's Qiankun Axe did not fall on him.

He slowly opened his eyes and saw the great elder of the Zhan family, Zhan Hai, standing steadily in front of him, blocking the fatal blow with his own strength.

Zhan Hai, with his flying white hair and eyes as deep as the abyss, exudes an awe-inspiring majesty from head to toe.

Even when facing a strong enemy like Lin Fan, he was not afraid and was as solid as a rock.

At this moment, Zhan Tao's heart was filled with complex emotions.

He was surprised and grateful. He knew that if Zhan Hai had not intervened in time, he would have been dead.

"There aren't many people in the Ancient Continent who can make me take action, and you are one of them!"

Zhan Hai spoke slowly after blocking Lin Fan's terrifying attack.

On that distant ancient battlefield, the dust of history seems to have been stirred up again, and the ancient atmosphere and the challenges of the new era are intertwined at this moment. Zhan Hai and Lin Fan, the peak showdown between two generations, is about to begin. Zhan Hai, the elder of the Zhan family, is famous throughout the continent for his Nine Heavens Thunder Sword. His swordsmanship is not only a manifestation of combat power, but also a symbol of the glory of the Zhan family.

Lin Fan stood at the other end of the confrontation. His posture was as solid as a pine tree and his eyes were determined. Facing the legendary sea of ​​war, he did not show any fear or surprise.

This calmness comes not only from his confidence in his own abilities, but also from his respect and understanding of his opponents.

"The great elder of the Zhan family, Zhan Hai, is famous throughout the continent for his Nine Heavens Thunder Sword. When his sword moves, it's like thunder shaking the sky!"

Lin Fan spoke slowly, his voice echoing across the empty battlefield, each word filled with power and challenge.

Facing Lin Fan's challenge, Zhan Hai showed a proud smile.

"Now that you know how powerful my swordsmanship is, it's not too late for you to admit defeat!"

His voice was strong and powerful, full of unquestionable majesty, as if he had already taken victory as a sure thing.

However, Lin Fan's response was even more resolute.

"I, Lin Fan, am not a coward. Today, I want to use my Star Slash to learn from your Nine Heavens Thunder Sword Technique!"

As he spoke, Lin Fan swung the Qiankun Axe in his hand. The power of the stars swirled around the axe, shining like the brightest star in the night sky, dazzling and brilliant.

Zhan Hai raised his eyebrows slightly, and his eyes became deep, as if to penetrate Lin Fan's soul.

"Little boy, do you know that my Zhan Hai's Nine Heavens Thunder Sword Technique has never been defeated in the past hundred years!"

Zhan Hai's words were full of absolute confidence in his own strength, but also revealed his disdain for Lin Fan's challenge.

Lin Fan was unmoved, and even had a playful smile on his face.

"You have never been defeated in the past hundred years, which may be true. But more than two hundred years ago, it seems that your swordsmanship was defeated by the Sword God Li Shentong!"

Lin Fan's words were not only a challenge to Zhan Hai's strength, but also a test of Zhan Hai's psychological defenses.

This sentence was like a bombshell, exploding on the battlefield.

The temperature in the air seemed to drop a few degrees because of this sentence.

Zhan Hai's expression changed slightly. It was obvious that Lin Fan's words triggered some of his memories. But soon, he regained his composure, his eyes were sharp and incomparable.

The air around seemed to be frozen, and every stone and every grain of dust on the ancient battlefield was quietly witnessing this moment.

The confrontation between Zhan Hai and Lin Fan is not only a contest of strength, but also a clash of wills.

The tip of Zhan Hai's sword trembled slightly in the air, as if he was shaken by Lin Fan's casual words.

On this ancient battlefield, the atmosphere between the two men suddenly became tense.

Zhan Hai's eyes widened, filled with disbelief and shock.

His heart was filled with shock. This young man actually mentioned the name Li Shentong, a name that had almost become a legend.

"How do you know? Who are you to Li Shentong?"

Zhan Hai's voice was trembling, and his eyes were as sharp as a falcon, trying to find the answer from Lin Fan's eyes.

I secretly wondered in my heart, could it be that this young man in front of me really has a close connection with the legendary Sword God?

After all, that secret contest, which only he and Li Shenxiao knew about, was a stain on Zhan Hai's life and an eternal pain in his heart.

In that contest, Li Shentong defeated him completely with only ten moves.

At that moment, a seed of fear was planted deep in Zhan Hai's heart. Even after more than two hundred years, the shock of that power still made him feel scared.

However, as time passed, Li Shentong seemed to have disappeared, and no news of him came out.

Until today, this name was suddenly spoken from the mouth of a young man, stirring up long-lost waves in Zhan Hai's heart.

Facing Zhan Hai's questioning, Lin Fan was calm and composed. His eyes were as calm as water, as if the words he just said were just casual remarks.

"I am the master of Li Shentong!"

Lin Fan's voice remained calm, but every word seemed to hit Zhan Hai's heart like a heavy hammer.

These words seemed to cause a slight storm on the battlefield, and even the air froze.

Zhan Hai was startled at first, then he burst into laughter, his laughter was full of disbelief and ridicule.

"Haha, hahahaha!"

His laughter echoed throughout the ancient battlefield, as if he was treating Lin Fan's words as the biggest joke.

"Ignorant brat!"

A hint of sarcasm flashed in Zhan Hai's eyes. He regarded Lin Fan's words as the arrogance of a young man.