As soon as he heard that the other party was here to take his life, he was as bold as Zhao An, and in an instant, his limbs were cold, and his back was cold and numb.

Although he had long thought that the other party would not let him go easily, he also did not expect that Qian Qianqian would send a monk of the Yudan period to deal with him.

Even though he has many life-saving means in his hands, the other party is a monk in the Yudan period after all, and his cultivation is enough to completely suppress himself, and the other party opens his mouth and threatens to take his life, how can he not be afraid in his heart.

Zhao An swallowed a mouthful of saliva and tried to defend himself, "Senior, I am just competing with her for a bet, and besides, I have agreed on the ending before, is it possible that you want to repay the debt?"

The middle-aged man also shook his head helplessly, and said, "You can't talk to the old man about these things, and the old man also uses money to do things, so it's to blame you for not doing your best, and you have no backing but you still have to offend people who shouldn't be offended." ”

As he spoke, the middle-aged man's right hand made a move in the air, and a brilliant purple light instantly appeared in his palm, in which there was a faint crackling sound bursting, and from time to time there were black spots flickering brightly and darkly, so that people couldn't tell what it was.

The middle-aged man opened his mouth a little proudly, and as he spoke, the purple light in his hand became more and more dazzling, and the black spots in it gradually deformed, condensing into a series of black slender shapes, densely pointing towards Zhao An.

"What about the two of them?" Zhao An saw that the other party had no discussion, took a deep breath, shrugged the two sleeping people on his shoulders, and asked in a deep voice.

"The two of them have a huge background, and I can't afford to mess with them. The middle-aged man sneered, implying that Zhao An was the only target this time.

"Good!"

Zhao An heard that Han Da and Zhou Ze were unharmed, his heart was a little wider, and then he slowly put Han Da and Zhou Ze down, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, he was not a person who was afraid of things, this time since the other party had clearly come to kill him, the killing intent in his heart was also rolling like a tide.

A flash of golden light suddenly flew out of the storage bag, dripping and turning in mid-air, and suddenly turned into eight golden rays of light, protecting Zhao An Tuan Tuan in it.

Immediately afterward, two bright and one dark rays of light shot out from his storage bag, two of which fell into his hands and turned into a quaint little bell and bell mallet, while the other one unexpectedly flowed gently in mid-air, silently hidden in the corner of the side, waiting for an opportunity to move.

Zhao An hadn't used this hidden knife for a long time, but the person in front of him was really a rare enemy in his life, and he couldn't be sloppy.

The middle-aged man tilted his head slightly, watching Zhao An release his trick without the slightest intention of stopping it.

"Do you know why I have been able to cultivate all the way to the current state safely? The reason is that the old man never provokes those who can't be provoked, and he never takes the initiative to challenge people who are higher than my cultivation. ”

"If you want to fight, you can fight, there is a lot of. Zhao An had been with Han Da for a long time, and his speech was a little rough.

"Hahaha, you little foundation building mid-stage monk dare to do something with my Dan stage monk?" the middle-aged man laughed, "Do you think you can still survive under my hands?"

"Whether it's dead or alive, you have to try to know!"

Zhao An secretly felt the eight-clawed scarlet pot-bellied spider in the storage bag with one hand, and released the spider to resist when the time came, but he didn't expect that the spider was still sleeping soundly and did not react at all.

"The mantis arm is a car... ”

The middle-aged man smiled contemptuously, "If your sword formation is more advanced in cultivation, I'm afraid you can still barely love the old man's subordinates, but it's a pity... ”

Before the word "pity" fell, Zhao An's pupils shrank, and eight golden rays of light flew out.

The Tianjun Xun Wind Array was already traveling against the wind, and its speed was extremely fast, and with the wind beast in the sword swimming, the speed was not amazing.

A hint of desperation flashed in Zhao An's eyes, what the other party said was right, the gap between him and the other party's cultivation was too far, if it weren't for this unexpected sneak attack method, I am afraid that he would not even be able to touch a corner of the other party's clothes.

The piercing sound of breaking the air was transmitted, and the monk of the Yudan period did not expect Zhao An to suddenly sneak attack, and when he was caught off guard, a golden light suddenly passed through his chest.

"Got it?"

Zhao Anzhong didn't dare to be careless, and the eight long swords suddenly turned around in midair, and at eight angles, they violently stabbed towards the monk of the Yudan period.

The edge of the cold iron carried the sound of the crane's wind, surging away with a determined and killing momentum, as if even if it was a 10,000-year-old solid rock in front of it, it would be completely destroyed.

All this was said very quickly, but in the blink of an eye, eight flying swords had already stabbed in front of the middle-aged man, and even one of the long swords almost touched the tip of the middle-aged man's nose.

When he was about to kill the other party on the spot, Zhao Anxin became more and more afraid.

Ever since he had just struck a blow, he had a faint feeling that something was wrong in his heart, and there was always a feeling of chill in his back, and at this time, that sense of crisis had reached its peak.

Without saying a word, at the moment when the Sanfan Sword was about to pierce the middle-aged man, Zhao An didn't know where he got the courage, so he controlled the speed of the Sanfan Sword with both hands, grabbed it with both hands, and a towering bell rang with "dang".

The bell of Ayaluo specializes in divine consciousness, and the moment the bell rings, Zhao An only feels a sharp pain like a pinprick in his divine consciousness, and then the scene in front of him shocked him almost soaked in cold sweat!

"This, how is this done?!"

Zhao An's eyes widened and he looked ahead in disbelief.

The middle-aged monk looked at himself with a mocking expression, there was no wound on his body, there was not even a trace of wrinkles on his clothes, and the eight flying swords that were originally stabbed at the middle-aged monk turned around and aimed at him!

If it weren't for the fact that he had the wrong mind just now, he retracted the sword momentum in time, and woke himself up with the power of the Ayara Bell, I'm afraid he would have died under his flying sword by now.

And he didn't even know when the other party's illusion was.

Zhao An's face was bloodless.

With his current cultivation, he is not the opponent of the other party at all!

"Do it to the monks of the Yudan period? You don't weigh your own pounds. The middle-aged man's right hand fingers flicked back and forth, and the purple ball of light in his hand floated up and down.

The black spots in it flickered more and more obviously, like a whirlpool, and people couldn't take their eyes off it at a glance.

Zhao An knew this time, I am afraid that he was on the path of this purple ball of light just now, where did he dare to look at the purple ball of light this time, and turned his eyes away.

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