"The domineering of this person's combat power is the only thing Zong has seen in his life!"

The Sect Elder of the Immortal Triple Realm let out such an exclamation in shock.

Although Meng Fan covered his face with black qi and looked at his body shape, he was very young, and Elder Zong couldn't help but praise: "It's much stronger than that little deputy palace master, that kid is far inferior to this person!"

Elder Zong suddenly had severe pain in his arms, looked down, and his face changed again!

There was black gas entwined on the right palm that Fang Cai used, and when he pulled up his sleeve, the blood vessels on his arm also turned black, and they were constantly spreading along his arm.

Looking at Meng Fan again, at this time, he had already raised his hands in front of his chest, his left palm was on top and his right palm was on the bottom, and he was trying his best to get closer together, and the crisis of life and death was enveloped in the heart of the sect elder!

"Who are you, to be so vicious?"

How could the Sect Elder let Meng Fan finish casting the spell, waved his hand and shot a spell streamer at Meng Fan, and then hurriedly turned the cultivation, and the red qi diffused on his arm, making the spread of the black qi in the veins almost stagnant!

Immediately, the black gas flowed backwards, and drops of black blood dripped down his fingers and fell to the ground.

Laugh at!

The black blood actually corroded and withered the grass on the ground in an instant!

"As long as people don't be vicious, what's the matter with magic?"

Meng Fan dodged the sect elder's spell and replied coldly.

Hearing his words, the old man in the green robe, Zhao Changshou, twitched the corners of his mouth.

Zhao Changshou muttered in his heart: "You are not vicious, you are simply the most vicious person I have ever seen! You actually acted cruelly to me and that kid Taijiao, and if it weren't for Senior Brother Zong, I don't know what you would do to Lian'er!"

"Hey......"

Meng Fan suddenly sighed lightly, the Immortal Triple Realm was indeed very strong, and he could force the death qi out, but while the sect elder had not yet forced out all the death qi, he still put his palms together: "Life and death tribulation!"

There was a snap!

Then there was a boom!

Elder Zong's right arm trembled, his robe exploded, and his blood vessels burst!

Black blood mixed with red blood flowed down his bloody right arm, gurgling to the ground, Elder Zong's forehead oozed large droplets of sweat, and the muscles on his face were twisted!

Ever since he broke through to the Triple Realm of Immortality, when he saw a monk whose cultivation was lower than his own, he didn't say that he would kill him!

This time, I suffered a big loss!

Scrapped a right arm!

But it didn't leave a single wound on the other party!

The old man in the green robe, Zhao Changshou, opened his mouth in shock, and there was a rustling sound in his throat, unable to speak.

Jin Lian'er, the daughter of the throne, was also stunned, and her beautiful eyes widened!

She is the sect that left early this morning, her father Jin Fushen was afraid that something would happen to her and her cousin, and he deliberately let Zhao Changshou, who had the late stage of the Immortal One Heavy Realm, follow, she laughed at her father at the time for worrying too much, and she wouldn't go too far, in the range of the Nanwu faction, who would dare to touch them?

As my cousin said before, just report the calendar, who is not afraid?

But the person in front of him was not only not afraid, but also ruthless, even when Elder Zong came, he didn't take advantage of it!

Who is this man?

Is it a demon?

The girl trembled, her breasts swaying.

"Save me, save me......" At this time, the young Jin Taijiao said quietly, "It hurts to death, it hurts to death......"

"Sect Master!" Seeing this, the girl shouted to the sect elder, "Stop fighting, my brother is dying, go back to the sect quickly!"

The elder of the sect, who had suffered a big loss, was willing to leave, and said to the girl in a deep voice: "Lian'er, didn't you bring a lot of medium-grade pills, feed Jiao'er two, and let the teacher kill ...... first."

"It's gone!" the girl interrupted Sect Elder's words and pointed at Meng Fandao, "He snatched it!"

"Uh......" Elder Zong looked at the old man in the green robe, Zhao Changshou, again, "Senior Brother Zhao, where is your elixir?"

After that, he felt that he had asked in vain.

Zhao Changshou's clothes are completely ruined, shirtless, it is worse than asking for food, how can there be any pills?

"Let's go now!" Elder Zong's face was gloomy as black pools of water, and he looked at Meng Fan, "Kill him and leave!"

"Immortality, Thirty-six Star Sword Array!"

Elder Zong raised his left hand and pinched a complex seal, and there was a sudden buzzing sound behind him, and a red sword shadow instantly appeared, followed by a second sword shadow, and a third ......

In the end, there were thirty-six sword shadows!

It is very similar to the sword condensation technique of Gongsun Jian of the Yuxian Sect, but it is too powerful!

Just now, there was still a night breeze blowing non-stop, but at this moment, the air was filled with a thick killing atmosphere, and the night wind did not dare to invade the slightest, and even the small insects in the grass did not dare to make a trace of chirp.

The originally clear night also deepened a lot in an instant.

The old man Zhao Changshou and the girl Jin Lian'er couldn't help but widen their eyes, their eyes full of anticipation!

Three years ago, the Spirit Grass Secret Realm of the Nanwu Sect was broken into by more than a dozen strong people, and nearly a hundred disciples guarding the secret realm were all killed by the other party, the weather was very hot at that time, the blood flowed all over the ground, and the flies were buzzing on the blood, and the Sect Elder was the first to arrive, and only one move was performed, and the dozen or so strong people were killed in an instant!

Among the dozen or so powerhouses, there was one Immortal Triple Realm powerhouse, and three Immortal Triple Realm powerhouses!

The trick that Elder Zong used was the same longevity technique that he was using at this time!

Thirty-six Nakshatra Sword Formation!

As soon as this technique comes out, the ruthless man who covers his face with black gas will definitely die!

"It's going big!"

Meng Fan's face covered by the black qi became solemn, and he lifted it, instinctively wanting to take out the Taichu Sword Box, but he dispelled this thought, and took the Peach Wood Sword and the Immortal Bell in his hand.

After the awakening of the two magic weapons, it can be called his strongest spell!

"You're stupid!"

Seeing that Meng Fan was actually like a ghost-hunting Taoist priest walking the rivers and lakes, holding a bell and a wooden sword in his hand, Elder Zong sneered, and flicked his fingers: "Tiankui, Tiangang, Tianji, Tianxian ......"

It is the name of the thirty-six nakshatras.

Every time a name is spoken, a sword rises from behind it!

Thirty-six and eight swords came out together, sneering through the night sky and slashing at Meng Fan!

"Immortal Technique!" Meng Fan, who didn't know any immortal technique, stood in a chic posture, rattling the bell in one hand and raising the peachwood sword in the other, casually reciting the name of a spell, "Ling'er...... Jingle bell!"

Elder Zong and the others glared when they heard this.

And such an unserious immortal technique?

Jingle bells!

Jingle bells!

The crisp bell sounded, extremely pleasant.

If the three celestials from the Immortal Building were present, they would be shocked to find that the rhythm of Meng Fan's rattle was a little similar to that of the radiant giant figure when he controlled the Immortal Bell to rebuild the Immortal Tower.

Meng Fan has a hundred bell shadows.

In the blink of an eye, thirty-six sacrifices were made.

As if he didn't think it was enough, he sacrificed thirty-six more!

Seventy-two bell shadows, every two to deal with a star sword, Meng Fan waved the peachwood sword, like a meteor shower, dragging a tail of light, sneering through the night sky, much more gorgeous than Elder Zong's spell!

Meng Fan sacrificed the remaining twenty-eight bell shadows and blasted them towards the sect elder!

At this point, a hundred bell shadows have been released!

Meng Fan raised his face, which was pale from the excessive consumption of spells, and smiled: "Bells, don't let me down......"

(End of chapter)