"He's ...... It's really fierce!"

"I personally recruited Golden Lotus Peak!"

The light of the beating fire of the bonfire shone on Jin Lian'er's shocked little face, her mouth opened and closed, her eyes were as wide as two bells, as the daughter of the head of Jin Lianfeng, although she had not participated in any tragic battles, her vision was still very unusual, and she had seen a lot of strong people showing off their skills.

There was no one who could outperform what she saw at this time.

The guy was holding a white-headed sword, fast and elegant, like a breeze blowing through the grass, but there was no grass......

"That is definitely not a technique in today's cultivation world!"

Li Xiaoman was also dumbfounded, her heart shook, although Meng Fan's target was not her, but the back of her clothes had already been soaked with sweat, her palms were tightly clenched, and her palms were full of sweat, if she was on the field and Meng Fan at this time, I was afraid that she would not survive two or three breaths, the spell that Meng Fan performed was like a sword array, magnificent and magnificent, which he had never seen or heard before!

"Brother Meng is...... It's the little deputy palace master!"

"I heard that when he was in Qingqiu City, he dared to face the powerhouse of the Immortal Realm before he entered the Immortal Realm!"

He ...... He also has a family member who has transcended the Immortal Realm, and his cultivation background is not comparable to us, and he can do it to this extent, it is not ...... No surprises!"

"Brother Meng and I ...... Stay in a house, hahaha!"

Song Zheliu almost stammered these words, the last one was quite illogical, the pride on his face overshadowed the shock, and at the same time, his hands trembled with excitement, flipping the crane meat, and the strong fragrance floated in the air!

You can talk a few words here, but the enemy on the other side is extremely miserable.

"Withdraw, withdraw!"

"The other party is not something we can deal with!"

"Master Liao, Elder Liu is dead, and the two Dharma Protectors on the left and right are also dead......

The screams of the crowd were mixed with indescribable horror, and one by one the figures began to retreat towards the hillside, but the speed became extremely slow because of the white and wet field caused by the rain and snow sword, and the sight was also blocked by the blue and colorful clouds, in their field of vision, the surrounding was not mountains and forests, but a strange and unspeakable world.

In this world, every breath of air is filled with the breath of death!

Everyone's hearts were heavy, even their bladders were heavy, and someone's pants were already wet, making a gurgling sound of running water.

"Get down, run away on your stomach!"

Seeing that the cyan streamer was invincible, someone pretended to be smart and fell to the ground, restrained his breath, and tried to escape from the shroud of the small world of the three swords, but as soon as he lay down, a burst of white mist blew in, and there was a tingling pain in his hands and feet, which was a frozen feeling, his eyes only blinked once, and then he couldn't blink anymore, and his originally black eyes became cold and white.

One of the men stepped on his head in a panic.

Click!

His head shattered into countless pieces of ice!

And the person who stepped on his head was hit by a blue falling rainbow that fell from a height, and with a bang, a beautiful blood mist exploded......

Everything is a long story, but it didn't happen for long, plus Yue Laoqi and others joined the battle to mend the knife, there were soon no more people standing on the field, and many people didn't see Meng Fan's appearance clearly when they died, and what clothes he was wearing......

Meng Fan stopped suddenly.

He held the white-headed sword in his hand, and the blue fall and rain and snow sneered through the night sky, suspended behind him, like Qin Se and Ming, and the movements were tacit.

It was only then that the scene in the night became clear, and the air was filled with a thick smell of blood, drifting away in the mountain wind, and the necks of corpses were still bubbling with blood, making a gurgling sound, like water boiling......

Song Zheliu took the crane meat away from the bonfire, and said angrily in the urn: "It's cooked......"

Li Xiaoman's eyes locked on the middle-aged man with a majestic posture: "It's still a little bit close!"

In fact, the middle-aged man doesn't look majestic now, his face is sweating profusely, the corners of his mouth are down, it is easy for people to misunderstand that he is about to cry, it may be that he usually does not pay attention to maintenance, the top of his head is a little bald, and the hair on both sides flutters in the wind, which is easy to make people laugh.

Meng Fan had neat hair, and his clothes fluttered in the mountain breeze.

Casting the Three Swords Small World should consume him a lot, and his hair slowly turned white.

Jin Lian'er squinted her big eyes and opened her mouth, and Song Zheliu interjected, "Isn't it handsome?"

"Ah......" Jin Lian'er opened her mouth, "yes...... yes!"

At the beginning, Xuanyuan Xixi was dressed in white clothes and white hair, and her heart was turned upside down.

Even if Xuanyuan Xixi died, she still occasionally remembered his dashing figure along the way, and sighed regretfully: "It's good not to be a bad person......"

But at this time, the shadow that Xuanyuan Xixi left in her mind disappeared completely at once!

Her mind was occupied by the elegant figure holding the white-headed sword in the distance.

Jin Lian'er muttered: "In the future, when recruiting disciples, I will use his image standards!"

Li Xiaoman rarely accosted this kind of thing, and said, "Then you will definitely not be able to recruit people." ”

How can someone who is comparable to the one in the distance be easy to find?

Jin Lian'er glanced at the goose-egg-faced Song Zheliu and sighed softly.

Song Zheliu already has a more expression than a woman.

"This ...... "The middle-aged man raised his hand, wiped his face hard, wiped off the sweat that was about to cover his vision, and hugged his fist to Meng Fan, "Under is the head of the Liujia Gate near Niutou Mountain, Liao Gushan, Chongming Bird is in the world, monks from all walks of life gathered in Niutou Mountain, in order to maintain order in the mountain, only to send people to guard the entrance, a few people killed my mountain gate guards a few days ago, and thought you did it, now it seems that it should be the wrong person, Daoyou is full of combat power, it is really powerful, I will not worry about my few people who are not long-eyed......"

Meng Fan interrupted the man's words: "Let me ask you a word, if I am not powerful, will my companion and I be dead, I seem to have heard what you just said...... Kill all of us, and don't leave any women?"

The man wiped the sweat from his face again, unable to refute.

Meng Fan continued: "Actually, I have a good opinion of you, you treat men and women equally, unlike some well-dressed beasts, now that you have died a lot of people, you must want to kill me to avenge your disciples, you are a strong person in the Triple Realm of Immortality, you can fight with me, completely clear the grievances between us, and you may have the hope of winning, saving each other endless ...... in the future."

"Daoyou's words are serious. The man waved his hand, the Adam's apple suddenly trembled, the blood vessels in his neck bulged, and his body became stiff, as if he was speaking with all his might, "I just said, I recognized the wrong person, sorry, I bothered ......"

The man bowed to Meng Fan, then looked at Jin Lian'er's side, and bowed too.

After that, the man turned around as if nothing had happened, and walked into the distance step by step, never touching the long knife behind his back.

Jin Lian'er wanted to say something to Meng Fan, but was stopped by Li Xiaoman's eyes.

The man walked farther and farther, his steps getting faster and faster, and his back became more and more depressed, when suddenly he stopped and lowered his head, as if thinking about something.

The man saw the blood under his hands on the surface of his feet, and it was not dry.

The man suddenly turned around, pulled out the long knife behind his back, stood in the position where he was facing Meng Fan, and shouted at Meng Fan in a hoarse voice: "The head of the Liujia Sect of Niutou Mountain has few backers, and he is willing to fight to the death with his fellow Daoists, and he will never die!"

(End of chapter)