Chapter 224: Beg to be spared
With a bang, it was like a mountain suddenly collapsing!
Luo Fang, who was running quickly, only felt a tremor under his feet, as if he had stepped on the ground instead of the ground, but turned into a soft bullet of cold powder, and wanted to fall to the ground!
Woo!
Before he could react, another gust of wind struck, causing him to stumble and fall out, and suddenly turned into a rolling gourd.
When Luo Fang hurriedly got up from the ground, he saw that the place he was standing behind him just now had become a big pit half a meter deep and five meters long!
MMP!
Luo Fang only felt that his crotch was hot, as if something was flowing down.
There was a sudden darkness above his head, and when he looked up, he saw that the huge piece of iron had reappeared above his head, and it seemed to be aiming......
I'm going to it!
Luo Fang's soul flew into the sky, he wanted to stand up and escape, but found that his legs were weak and he couldn't move at all, and wanted to cast a spell, but found that he didn't seem to remember the tricks he was familiar with in the past, and he wanted to resist but didn't have a suitable magic weapon.
That's right!
I want to fly the sword!
At this time, where could Luo Fang still care about attacking Jiang Fan, and pinched his hand: "Come back!"
With a sneer, the blood-colored giant sword that had already set up a formation above Jiang Fan's head immediately turned around and rushed back like a burning tail, finally blocking it before it could be smashed under the Fantian Seal.
While!
The tip of the blood-colored giant sword went upward, and it resisted the Fantian Seal to the death!
Seeing that it worked, Luo Fang was suddenly overjoyed, and his subordinates pinched the trick and spewed out another mouthful of natal true yuan: "Disease!"
Rumble!
The blood-colored giant sword, which was already red, suddenly swelled as if it had taken a great tonic, and its body had skyrocketed again, reaching a length of nearly three meters, and its whole body was burning with raging blood-colored flames, pushing up Fantianyin inch by inch!
Luo Fang's eyes were hideous, there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, and he roared with a slightly trembling hiss with his hands: "Pierce it for me!"
Zheng!
The blood-colored giant sword let out a clang, and its momentum skyrocketed!
Zhao Yi and others in the distance looked stupid!
One counts as one, from Zhao Yi to the person with the lowest cultivation among them, all of them are staring with their mouths open, sticking out their tongues and stalking their necks, like SB!
Where have they seen such a battle?
One side uses a flying sword triggered by the natal true element, and the other side is a large piece of iron that has never been seen before, and the attack method is simple and rude - smash!
And it seems that the power of this iron block is really strong enough, and it almost turned Luo Fang into a meatloaf in just one moment!
"What kind of magic weapon is this?" someone muttered.
"I don't know, but it looks like it's very powerful!" someone wiped a cold sweat again.
"How does it feel...... It feels like Fantianyin?" There are other people who have similar thoughts to Zhao Yi.
And Zhao Yi was silent, his face turned blue and pale.
The sound of Zheng Zheng is endless!
The blood-colored giant sword continued to rise against the Fantian seal, and it was about to exceed thirty meters.
Miao Miao didn't dare to come out, hiding behind Jiang Fan had already turned into a real kitten, trembling.
Jiang Fan frowned slightly: "Is it so difficult? Then let you see the true power of the next Heavenly Seal!"
When the words fell, he pinched his hand: "Edict!"
Airplanes!
Even a hundred meters away, Zhao Yi and the others heard a buzzing sound from Fantianyin itself, as if it was a howl from the heart!
With this buzzing sound, I saw that Fantian Yin, which was originally only five meters long and wide, suddenly rose against the storm, reaching a length and width of ten meters in the blink of an eye, and it was still growing!
Oh my God!
Luo Fang, who was desperately trying to deliver the true yuan to the blood-colored giant sword below, only felt that it was dark in front of him, and his chest seemed to be smashed by Mount Tai, and he suddenly couldn't support it anymore, and a mouthful of blood spurted out!
This is not a natal true element, but a real vomiting of blood!
Seriously injured!
He only felt that his eyes were dark, and his limbs were about to fall to the ground as soon as he went limp......
"You must not fall to the ground here!"
Fortunately, Luo Fang still had some senses, so he turned around and ran at the last moment!
And the blood-colored giant sword on the top of his head could no longer support his run, and with a crisp click, the entire long sword was pressed by the Fantian seal and fell from the air, slamming on the ground!
Bang!
The loud bang was mixed with the whining of metal!
When the Fantian Seal rose again, in addition to a pit nearly one meter deep, there was also a blood-colored giant sword that had been smashed into pieces!
Hundreds of meters away, Luo Fang, who was running away, spurted blood again, staggered and fell down.
After all, it was a natal magic weapon connected to his divine thoughts, and it was directly smashed into scrap metal, so it was strange that he was not injured!
Jiang Fan sneered and pointed: "Keep smashing!"
He is not a good man and a woman, and the other party has repeatedly cut him to death, so he has no obligation to keep the other party.
Zhao Yi and the others in the distance shuddered, not only because of the terrible Fantianyin, but also because of Luo Fang's defeat.
"Not good!"
Someone saw the whereabouts of Fan Tianyin and immediately shouted.
Zhao Yi also woke up: "Save people!"
Although he and Luo Fang didn't deal with each other, they were both Haicheng monks after all, and it was necessary to help each other, and they definitely couldn't watch him being smashed into a meatloaf in front of him!
Say it's too late, then it's too soon!
Zhao Yi's flying sword had already flown out, and it stopped in front of Fantianyin like lightning, temporarily blocking its way.
Others also made a move, blocking in front of Jiang Fan as fast as possible.
"Huh?"
Jiang Fan's eyes narrowed, and a trace of killing intent began to permeate.
Zhao Yi was forced by his eyes, and suddenly trembled all over, and his beard trembled: "Little brother, don't misunderstand, we are not here to fight." ”
Not here to fight?
Jiang Fan looked at him, waiting for the old man's explanation.
Zhao Yi couldn't help but glance at the Fantian seal on his head again, the brilliant body was so close that the hearts of the people who looked at it were sweating.
"Little brother," he said with a smiling face, "You have to be forgiving and forgiving, everyone is a Terran monk, why do you have to fight to death?"
The others also nodded and agreed: "Yes, yes, Luo Fang has already been taught a lesson, and there are a lot of little brothers, so let him go this time." ”
"Spare him?"
Jiang Fan sneered: "Did he ever think about letting me go just now?"
Zhao Yi glanced at Luo Fang behind him, and found that this guy was lying on the ground and glanced at the dead dog, and suddenly felt a little sad about the dead fox, and hurriedly said when he heard Jiang Fan's words: "Little brother, you may not know this, as long as Luo Fang dares to kill you, we will definitely not stand idly by." Therefore, this time, I also ask the little brother to show mercy. ”
"That's right, in addition, Luo Fang's cousin is a figure in the fourth division of the Yin Political Division, and he still has some power, if the little brother kills Luo Fang, it will not be good for your future cultivation!" someone else said.
Jiang Fan squinted at them and didn't speak for a long time.
He wanted to kill Luo Fang, but he also had to consider the existence of these people. After all, he is considered an outsider, and once he has a bad reputation in the cultivation world here in Haicheng, the consequences are actually quite serious.
But if he just let Luo Fang go, he is still a little unwilling, what should he do?