Master Su was very angry in his heart.

Especially when he looked behind him through the rain, he was even more angry.

A group of disciples with swords in their hands rumbled behind Meng Fan, shouting to kill Master Su, but ...... But those disciples were all chess pieces in his plan, they were used to kill Meng Fan, but on the contrary, things went wrong again and again, and at this time, they all helped Meng Fan kill him.

Thinking about the festival between him and Meng Fan, it was not that big.

He just snatched Meng Fan's carving and said, this carving is mine.

If he had known that things would get to this point, he would definitely not rob them.

And Meng Fan snatched everything from him.

The soul-attracting array at the bottom of the sinkhole, the ghost toad, and the identity of the head of the Yuxian faction...... Let his plan completely collapse.

What a person who doesn't suffer losses!

However, he didn't know that the young man who came out of the crack in Pig's Trotter Mountain had long been destined to be his mortal enemy.

Su Zhangmen's heart was like a knife, and the corners of his mouth twitched, the Yuxian faction couldn't stay anymore, like a lost dog, he rushed to the outside of the sect, he was really a little afraid of Meng Fan, a very weird opponent.

When Su Pei rushed outside with someone, Meng Fan had already chased Su Zhangmen away, and a disciple asked her what was going on with the weird red silk thread on Su Zhangmen's body, she blinked her eyelashes that were wet by the rain, and said in a deep voice: "That's not Su Zhangmen, it's someone else pretending to be here to harm our Yuxian faction." ”

In fact, whether this sentence is said or not, it doesn't mean much.

Things have developed to this point, no matter whether the head of Su is a human or a ghost, the general trend has gone.

Su Pei divided the disciples into two groups, one group guarded the sect, and she chased the other group out in the rain.

When he was about to flee halfway up the mountain, Su Zhangmen suddenly heard a whistling sound behind him, turned his head to look, and saw a woman's head with a good face that did not speak, with a puff of green smoke dragging behind him, piercing the rain curtain, chasing him, and hurriedly waved his palm and slapped it, the woman's head deviated from the direction and dodged, Su Zhangmen did not dare to fight in the here and now, and the speed became faster and faster, a long string of blisters splashed under his feet, and the scenery around him quickly retreated backwards in the dark, and there was a sound of disciples shouting to kill from behind, as well as thunder that sounded from time to time.

"It's pretty fast!" Qing Ling pursed his lips, and the green smoke suddenly split into several wisps, and with Qing Ling's flying, it quickly extended, winding towards Master Su.

"Damn!" Su Zhangmen's figure paused, the red silk threads on his body suddenly exploded, like a steel needle erected and stabbed, the few wisps of green smoke condensed by Qing Ling, suddenly collapsed, it was at this time, Meng Fan's figure suddenly appeared next to Su Zhangmen, one hand waved the knife to split, the other hand pressed a palm, the true qi fluctuated, and countless raindrops fell from the sky, turning into a circle of water vapor and spreading out to the surroundings, Su Zhangmen screamed, and his body swept down the mountain with his strength, and he was already injured.

What made Master Su feel aggrieved was that when Meng Fan slapped him, he actually tore off a handful of red silk from him, and the severe pain went straight to the bone marrow, as if tearing his skin, and in the angry scolding, he accelerated his escape, and even wanted to wait for the opportunity to kill Meng Fan, otherwise it would be difficult to eliminate the hatred in his heart.

"Hehe, Qingling, we have a good cooperation!" Meng Fan glanced at the red silk in his hand, curled the corners of his mouth and smiled, wrapped it in true qi, and threw it into the Qiankun space, leaving it for the recovery of Tianhuo afterwards, while speeding up and continuing to pursue Su Zhangmen.

Along the way, he cooperated with Qing Ling a few more times, and constantly tore off the red silk from Su Zhangmen's body, as if he was tearing chicken feathers from a chicken, and after a while, the red silk behind Su Zhangmen was obviously too thin, and the cultivation fluctuations on his body were also a lot weaker.

"Nima's!" Su Zhangmen was teary-eyed in pain, and while he ran wildly, the killing intent became more and more intense.

His cultivation is maintained by relying on red silk, and if he continues to consume it like this, he will be finished sooner or later.

When he ran down the mountain, his face softened a little, and the shouts of the disciples of the Yuxian Sect in the distance were also blurred, and he turned around and ran towards the Valley of Ten Thousand Snakes.

"He must have left himself a way back, and he can't delay any longer!"

Meng Fan looked up at the night sky, the raindrops fell on his face, cold and cold, with a wave of his hand, he summoned the paper sculpture that he had tied before, jumped on the back of the eagle, flapped his wings and flew towards Su Zhangmen, and at the same time raised his hand, condescendingly pinched at Su Zhangmen, and shouted: "Earth Binding Technique!"

With a bang, the ground under the feet of Su Zhangmen cracked, and there were three brown mud vines with the thickness of an arm, and with a bang, facing the rain, they burst out of the ground and wrapped around Su Zhangmen's legs!

Immediately afterwards, he cast the fossil as a Jiao, and with a click, a stone dragon condensed from mountain rocks roared towards the back of Su Zhangmen, dragging a waterline behind him.

"Little rampant, when I dare not kill you!"

Su Zhangmen's face was full of anger, his body shook, the red silk behind him trembled rapidly, and three red long swords were condensed, he raised his hand and grabbed one of them, and with a fierce wave, he smashed the three mud vines, and then pinched the trick and pointed at Meng Fan, and the remaining two long swords behind him suddenly flew out, wrapped in thrilling force, and crashed towards the stone dragon, in the deafening roar, the stone dragon exploded, and the stone chips were sprinkled on the ground one after another, and countless blisters were splashed on the ground covered with rain.

And the two long swords sacrificed by Master Su only collapsed one of them, and the other "snorted", penetrated the rain curtain and shot towards Meng Fan standing on the back of the paper sculpture!

"Meng Fan be careful!" Seeing this, Qing Ling let out a snort, and her body that turned into green smoke turned violently in the air, wrapping up the long sword, but unexpectedly, the long sword was extremely powerful, dragging her body and falling into the distance.

Seeing this, Meng Fan hurriedly manipulated the paper sculpture to reduce the height, flew over and hugged Qing Ling, and a strong force suddenly passed out from Qing Ling's body, shaking the paper sculpture and slowly stopping after retreating more than ten meters.

And the green smoke on Qing Ling's body quickly dissipated, and he returned to his original appearance, so he should have been injured and his soul body weakened a lot.

She raised her pretty face, handed the long sword that she was desperately blocking in front of Meng Fan, and opened her mouth: "Send you!"

"Silly girl!" Meng Fan said distressedly, holding Qing Ling tightly with one hand, taking the long sword with the other, throwing it into the Qiankun space, and said in a deep voice, "His combat power at this time is comparable to the third level of slashing the sky!"

"Don't be afraid!" Qing Ling stubbornly snorted in Meng Fan's warm arms, "The two of us!"

As soon as he said this, Meng Fan only felt a flower in front of him, and then he saw the distorted face of Master Su!

Su Zhangmen was in mid-air, holding a long sword, and smiled: "You and I are afraid of you, die!"

As soon as the word death was spoken, a blood-red sword light was wrapped in a breath of death and slashed towards Meng Fan's neck.

Meng Fan hugged Su Pei, his toes were a little on the back of the paper carving, and he fell into the distance, but Su Zhang raised his hand, drew out a few strands of red silk, pierced the body of the paper carving, and dragged it fiercely, the body of the paper sculpture shook, and flew to the night sky with the heavy rain with Su Zhangmen's wings, and a sentence floated down in the heavy rain: "Your eagle is also mine." ”

"You really robbed my carving!"

Meng Fan looked up at Master Su, who was standing on the back of the paper sculpture with a somewhat smug expression, and pursed his lips.

"Wait, boy, Lao Tzu will come back soon, kill you, bloody Yuxian faction!"

Master Su dragged the red silk in his hand and controlled the paper sculpture to fly towards the depths of the Ten Thousand Snake Valley, but suddenly heard Meng Fan shouting a word below: "Burst!"

Burst?

What is the explosion?

Su Zhangmen was stunned, looked down, and saw a wisp of white smoke diffuse from the body of the paper sculpture, and then exploded with a bang......

(End of chapter)