"Bai Xiaofan, is this all your strength? Today you are destined to be buried for my two sons!"

Wang Zhankun was a villain, staring at Bai Xiaofan who was spitting blood, and shouted arrogantly, as if the blood that Bai Xiaofan spit out was injured by him.

It can be said that there is no Bilian at all!

"Amitabha, since the donor is so vengeful, he must miss your two sons very much, and the little monk will send you to meet them!"

However, just as Wang Zhankun was shouting proudly, the empty space on the side was clasped his hands together and said something that made him almost desperate.

Nima!

Aren't you bullying?

Hearing Kongkong's words, Wang Zhankun didn't dare to say anything else, and hurriedly hid behind his Laozi Wang Gan, hoping that he Laozi could help him stop Kongkong, who was walking towards him.

For Wang Gan, the closest person he is to now, there is only one son like Wang Zhankun left, and naturally he doesn't want the white-haired person to send the black-haired person.

But he also knew that with his strength, he would definitely not be an empty opponent.

Therefore, looking at the emptiness that was walking towards the two of them, Wang Gan did not hesitate and asked Wang Zhen on the side for help.

Now that Wang Qingfeng was seriously injured, and the other ancestors of the Wang family were killed by Bai Xiaofan one after another, they could only ask Wang Zhen for help.

"Monk Kongkong, the matter here has nothing to do with you in the first place, it's too late for you to quit and leave now, otherwise the old man won't mind sending you directly to see the Buddha!"

Wang Zhen also didn't want Wang Qian and Wang Zhankun to die.

The one who can best show his most noble status is naturally the Wang family.

But if even the head of the Wang family and the next head of the family are dead, then who will respect him?

Even in the realm of his mid-stage transformation of gods, he will be respected wherever he goes, but in other people's homes and in his own homes, it is absolutely different.

In addition, this time their Wang family suffered heavy casualties, although most of them were because of Bai Xiaofan, but there were also many people who died in empty hands.

Therefore, Wang Zhen is also resentful of emptiness.

"Amitabha, if the donor is willing to send the little monk to see the Buddha, it is naturally too good, the little monk just wants to ask him for help, thank you to the donor!"

As he spoke, he walked towards Wang Zhen and the others.

And while approaching Wang Zhen, Wang Gan and Wang Zhankun, the empty face also began to appear one after another scarlet blood lines.

When Kongkong stood ten meters in front of the three of them, a handsome face was already covered with blood lines again, looking a little crazy and a little terrifying.

"Hmph, that old man will send you to see the Buddha now!"

Listening to Kongkong's words, looking at Kongkong's state at this time, Wang Zhen didn't talk much nonsense, and immediately snorted coldly, stretched his body, and threw himself towards Kongkong.

Among the people present at present, the one who is in the best state may be Wang Zhen.

In addition, Wang Zhen's own cultivation is much stronger than Kongkong, so at this time, facing Kongkong, who was seriously injured, Wang Zhen was really not stunned at all.

Even knowing that this guy is empty, it looks a little unusual.

In the face of Wang Zhen's powerful blow, his empty hands were folded in front of him, and a faint smile was drawn up at the corner of his mouth.

The smile was warm, as if the Buddha was looking at the person who had done evil, and his heart was grieving, and he wanted to repent.

"The donor has done too much evil on weekdays, and today the little monk has cast a spell to overtake you, so that you can get rid of the bitter sea of sin and return to the path of conscience!"

He said lightly, and his hands were not stretched out, but he kept standing in front of him, chanting words in his mouth.

It seems that Kongkong is ready to use his mouth cannon to persuade Wang Zhen who is going to kill him in front of him.

It's just everyone present, but no one is stupid enough to really think so.

First of all, as the empty air kept talking, the dense blood line on the empty face was becoming more and more dense at this moment, as if it was about to drip blood, which already explained everything.

As the blood line became more and more dense, the momentum on Kongkong's body also changed.

Warm as jade?

This word is completely inappropriate to put on Kongkong's body at the moment.

If it is said that Bai Xiaofan after the killing intent decision was opened, it was like a killing god descending into the world.

Then the emptiness of the face covered with dense blood lines is a devil, a devil who kills people without blinking.

Slowly, at the moment when Wang Zhen's attack was about to descend on Kongkong, Kongkong finally moved.

I saw the empty and slender palm, gently slapped towards Wang Zhen, fluttering, not at all like the palm that a person who wants to kill, let alone the strength that a devil should have.

However, feeling the palm of the air, as Wang Zhen, who felt the most directly, the whole person felt like falling into an ice cave.

In an instant, the pores of Wang Zhen's whole body, because of nervousness and fear, all of them were dilated, and an inexplicable coldness rose from the bottom of his heart and flowed towards the veins of his body.

What's going on?

Why did this fluttering palm of the air bring him such a strong pressure?

This is clearly not a palm that a half-step monk should use.

However, such a terrifying palm was unleashed.

didn't have time to think too much, Wang Zhen hurriedly shook his other hand, and a long sword appeared in his hand, and then urged the yuan force in his body with all his strength, all of which rushed to the sword body, and stabbed towards the empty palm.

Bang!

A muffled sound!

The palm that Wang Zhen hit first had already been crushed by the light palm of the empty air, and Wang Zhen's throat was slightly salty, and a mouthful of blood almost spurted out.

However, he knew that he must not show cowardice at this moment, so he held back stiffly.

Immediately afterwards, a sword stabbed out by Wang Zhen with all his strength collided with Kongkong's fluttering palm.

What is strange is that this collision did not make any sound.

And the empty palm, the moment it touched Wang Zhen's sword, it shattered into foam.

For a moment, everyone was stunned.

This......

How is this possible?

Did they overestimate the power of the empty palm, or did they underestimate the strength of Wang Zhen's sword?

However, in the next second, when an illusory, completely composed of Yuan Force, appeared on Wang Zhen's side, and before Wang Zhen could react, it slapped directly on Wang Zhen's body, and beat Wang Zhen's body and couldn't help but stumble, everyone knew.

It turned out that they did not overestimate the empty palm, but underestimated it a little.

A graceful parabola crossed the air, and Wang Zhen's body smashed in front of Wang Qian and Wang Zhankun, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his face suddenly shriveled a little.

(End of chapter)