It all happened so suddenly, and everyone present was dumbfounded.

The people who were still scolding before were stunned at this time, and they didn't seem to understand what was happening.

From Zhao An's sacrifice of Xiao Zhong to Duan Pan's broken arm, it only took two breaths before and after, but the situation was reversed in an instant.

But despite the one-hit hit, Zhao An didn't have half a smile on his face.

Missed......

was supposed to kill the other party on the spot, but who expected to be dodged!

Since he used the Concealment Knife, he had never missed a shot, but in front of him, this evil cultivator had lost his hand, which he never expected.

Ayaluo Zhong specializes in divine sense, even if his cultivation is as strong as Han Da, he has also suffered on Ayaluo Zhong, and this evil cultivator can actually dodge the hidden knife under the attack of Ayaluo Zhong, which can't help but Zhao An attaches great importance to.

Speaking of which, if it weren't for the fact that when he was watching the battle in the crowd before, he heard the words of the second elder before he died, and he had been careful about Duan Pan's eyes, and now he thought about it, he was sure of the other party's Dao, and he was bewitched by the other party.

"This person can't stay!" Zhao An's eyes were cold, and he was determined to take the other party's life, just as he was about to take advantage of the damage to the other party's divine consciousness and kill the other party on the spot, suddenly Duan Pan opened his mouth and spewed out a turquoise flame at Zhao An.

This turquoise flame ignited immediately at the touch, and it did not die, Zhao An naturally did not dare to touch it, the longitudinal wind technique under his feet rose instantly, his body was like a piece of paper, and he retreated sharply for a few miles, and his right hand condensed into a wind blade without saying a word, and instantly extinguished the turquoise flame in the air in the blink of an eye.

Say it's too late, then it's too fast.

At the moment when Zhao An withdrew to deal with the turquoise flame, Duan Pan took advantage of this opportunity to pick up the broken arm on the ground suddenly, and then quickly summoned a talisman from the storage bag and stuck it on his body.

Immediately after that, the people around saw a flash of green light flashing by, and Duan Pan's whole person disappeared completely in place like air.

Ran away?

Zhao An's pupils shrank, and he was about to chase after him, but he was shocked to find that there was no more Duan Pan's breath around!

"It's a Concealment Talisman......

Zhao An smiled coldly, and with a slight sweep of his right hand, a drop of bright red liquid rose from the blood on the ground and landed in his hand.

As long as there is the other party's essence and blood, he can naturally search for the other party's location, and Duan Pan's left arm is gone, and the threat has been greatly reduced, so it is not at this time to kill him.

Seeing Duan Pan fleeing in the wilderness, Qingyang Daoist suddenly smiled stiffly, looked at the direction in which Duan Pan disappeared in a daze, looked around with his eyes left and right as if looking for something, and asked, "Immortals, where are immortals?"

"Master, the immortal seems to be gone. A disciple of the Maddened Sword Sect spoke stubbornly.

"Gone?" Qingyang Daoist suddenly shuddered.

Obviously, he was waiting for the Ling Sword Gate with a leisurely face, but after that waste senior brother, the situation took a sharp turn in an instant, and he lost in a mess, and even the immortals he invited didn't know where to escape.

Unlike Qingyang Daoren, Xiang Xuzi was really in a desperate situation at this time, and he was born after death, and a trace of fanaticism appeared on his face.

Looking at the people of the Crazy Sword Sect who were frightened by the bow, Zhao An said calmly, "Do you do it yourself, or let me personally sacrifice my second master's spirit in the sky?"

As soon as he heard this, Qingyang Daoren's face turned pale in an instant, he swallowed and spit, and his face was full of cold sweat.

"Shangxian, it's all a misunderstanding......

As the head of a sect, he has been fighting for many years, and he has encountered countless battles to the death, and in this desperate place, he still tells himself in his heart to be calm, do his best, and quickly think of a way to break the siege.

"Misunderstanding?" Zhao An asked rhetorically, "Is it a misunderstanding that you led the people under your sect to invade my Ling Jian Sect and kill my people, or did you find an evil cultivator and help the evil to increase the evil?"

Qingyang Daoren's face suddenly turned pale, the person in front of him was so strong in immortal skills that he couldn't deal with it at all, and the other party was still an immortal cultivator, so it was completely impossible for them to fight against ordinary people.

However, this Qingyang Daoist can also be regarded as a ruthless person, just when he was painstakingly thinking about the way to escape, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he caught a glimpse of Xiang Xuzi standing aside, as if he had seen a life-saving straw, "poof" knelt on the ground with a "poof" and said,

"Xiang Xuozi, you and I have been friends for many years, this time it is purely because I have lard blinded my heart, I don't know Mount Tai with my eyes, please have a lot of them, let your disciples spare my life. From now on, my Crazy Sword Sect is willing to belong to the Ling Sword Sect, but the Ling Sword Sect is the first to look forward. ”

After speaking, Qingyang Daoist raised his head and looked at Xiangxuzi, but under this look, Qingyang Daoist suddenly felt as if a pot of cold water had been poured into his heart, and it was completely cooled.

I saw that Xiang Xuozi's eyes were cold, looking at him as if he were looking at a dead person, and the other disciples of Ling Jianmen also glared at him with hatred, eager to break his body into pieces.

Qingyang Dao people "chuckled" in their hearts, knowing that it was difficult to escape life and death today, a strong look of despair appeared in their eyes, and they hated that Pan to the core.

If it weren't for the fact that he met Duan Pan and saw the other party's methods, how could he lead all the disciples to attack Ling Jianmen, if Duan Pan didn't run away just now, but fought hard with Zhao An, how could he leave him here alone and wait for life and death!

"Tell me, where does that demon settle down on weekdays, I can give you a good time. Zhao An walked in front of Qingyang Daoist and spoke in a deep voice.

Qingyang Daoist looked back, and saw that the disciples behind him were all pale, their expressions were frightened, their eyes were full of fear of death, and then they remembered what Duan Pan had done, and they wished that the other party would die together.

Thinking of this, Qingyang Dao people said hatefully, "Qingzhou Jiuhua Pavilion, Lotus Pond Land Temple." ”

Zhao An nodded, and the next moment Qingyang Zhenren only felt a white light flash in front of him, and he felt a slight coolness on his neck.

Subconsciously raised his hand to touch his neck, and under this touch, a blood arrow suddenly shot out from his neck, and the next moment, Qingyang Dao's head was crooked, his head and body were cut in half, and the corpse fell in a pool of blood.

"......

Zhao An shot extremely quickly, and when Qingyang Zhenren's head rolled on the ground, his face still had a strong sense of revenge and pleasure, which was extremely hideous and terrifying.

"Master!" The disciples of the Madness Sword Sect were all stunned by the scene in front of them.

But before they could finish speaking, a gust of wind suddenly blew in their faces, and there seemed to be an invisible knife in the air, slashing through the necks of these Madness Sword Sect disciples one by one.

"Whew!"

In an instant, the head of the Madness Sword Sect disciple seemed to stir up countless blood rains out of thin air, and the bloody spots were sprinkled on the ground, emitting a disgusting smell of blood.

With a slight wave of his right hand, Zhao An's concealment knife was steadily withdrawn into the storage bag, and he glanced coldly at the corpse on the ground, as if it were nothing.

Although he was not a good man, he did not have the habit of torture and killing.

Although this time he was happy to kill with his sword, it also gave the disciples of the Crazy Sword Sect a happy heart. Otherwise, once these people fall into the hands of Ling Jianmen and become captives, I am afraid that life will be worse than death in the future.

Seeing that the big living person who opened his mouth to beg for mercy in the last moment turned into a dead corpse in an instant, everyone in Ling Jianmen covered their mouths one by one, staring at the corpses on the ground, and they were shocked on the spot.

I don't know how long I waited, but suddenly a disciple knelt on the ground with a "plop" and spit out with a big gulp.

Under this vomit, many disciples couldn't stop bending over and vomiting in an instant, looking at Zhao An's gaze, revealing deep fear.

Rao is Xiang Xuzi, who is accustomed to seeing the world, and his face turned pale when he saw such a scene, and his beard trembled slightly.

The big waves washed the sand, and the disciples of the Ling Sword Sect who were standing here now were all elite disciples, especially after a few days of fighting, everyone had left a few lives under their swords, and it could be regarded as having blood on their hands.

But in the face of Zhao An's ruthless and murderous character, an instinctive fear suddenly grew from the bottom of his heart, and even Lin Qiang, Li Ruyun and others had a little more jealousy and fear in their hearts, looking at Zhao An's figure as if they were looking at a stranger.

After all, in their impression, Zhao An either slept all day long, or held the books of the gods and monsters and refused to let go, looking indifferent and indisputable, not seeking progress, no matter how others squeezed him, he would not be angry, he was extremely easy to bully, how could he have been like the person in front of him, so decisive and simple!

"You, are you really a senior brother?" In the silence, Li Ruyun forcibly endured the fear in his heart and trembled and spoke.

Zhao Anzhong sighed lightly, knowing that what he had just done frightened them. After thinking about it, Zhao An took out a yellowed booklet from his arms, shook it in front of everyone, and then opened it very carefully, making it look like he was reading the book seriously.

The booklet is extremely thin, and there is a Taoist priest who can't see his face clearly painted on the cover, stepping on a flying sword and jumping into the clouds.

Seeing Zhao An's appearance of flipping through the book, Lin Qiang trembled, Li Ruyun covered a pair of delicate hands to his mouth, and a little tear appeared in his eyes, and he choked up excitedly.