"He's back!"

"He definitely won't be able to beat Meng Fan!"

Looking at the man who went and returned, Jin Lian'er blinked her eyes in confusion, I don't know what the man just thought about before he returned and died calmly?

Didn't you just destroy yourself and save your life?

Meng Fan definitely won't kill him!

Jin Lian'er didn't know that the man who had worked hard to establish the Liujiamen until he was middle-aged just remembered what a disciple said to him.

"Master Liao, is your name really called a backer? From then on, you will be our backer, and we will eat and drink spicy food with you!"

The backer laughed at the time!

Backer, backer, if you want to back, Lao Tzu will give you backer!

The middle-aged man leaned on the mountain, holding a knife in one hand and the hair around his head in the other, the momentum on his body was completely different from just now, but there was a trace of bitterness on the corner of his mouth.

He regretted that he had been their backer, but he did not strictly control them, causing them to behave indiscriminately, and eventually brewing bitter fruits, and he turned a blind eye, as if he was deliberately conniving at them...... If I could do it all over again, I would definitely discipline them well!

But the young man in front of him may not give him a chance.

Thinking of the nightmare scene just now, he didn't have the slightest confidence to defeat the other party.

He didn't know how the other party grew up, why he was so powerful, why he was so decisive when he killed people, was the world not good to him? When he killed his more than 30 disciples, didn't he have a little pity in his heart?

He remembered that when he was young, when he stabbed a knife into the flesh of an enemy, his hand would soften for a moment, and then he experienced more things and became indifferent when he killed someone.

He has been through more than he has been through?

Is it more vicissitudes than his heart?

Next to the bonfire, Jin Lian'er and the others stared at the few backers, and Song Zheliu put the crane meat in his hand on the bonfire, which may be really close to cooking.

"Kill!"

The mountain suddenly burst out, the soles of his feet slammed on the ground, and with a bang, he rushed towards Meng Fan with a knife, revealing his cultivation in the early stage of the Immortal Triple Realm, and he seemed to have turned into a knife, a groundbreaking immortal knife!

Everywhere he passed, the wild grass parted to the left and right, sticking to the ground, as if to make way for him!

Meng Fan faced the few backers, and his clothes swayed suddenly!

"Biluo, go!"

Meng Fanqu pointed at Liao Gushan, Biluo let out a buzzing sound, and then sneered through the air, showing a beautiful arc, slashing towards the mountain!

The mountain roared, swung his knife and slashed at the Biluo sword, the fire was shining, and the air flow was surging!

With a roar, Biluo bounced high into the night sky, and then drew an arc and slashed towards the mountain again!

Immediately, the clanging sound continued, and the sword light and sword qi and sword light and sword qi kept raging around, and the ground suddenly became a mess.

The sword is a weapon that is known for its majestic, heroic, and tiger-like style.

The monks who use the sword often walk the way of fierceness.

The few backers made a big move, but they were quickly suppressed by the Biluo Sword and their breath was exhausted, so they had to stop and dance the knife around their bodies in an airtight manner, so as not to cut in the needle when the Biluo Sword saw the seams!

"Rain and snow, go!"

Meng Fan flicked his fingers again, and the rain and snow sword let out a pleasant sword roar, drawing a beautiful white light in the air, slashing towards the mountain!

At the same time, Meng Fan's aura also withered a lot.

Just now, he used the newly realized Three Swords Small World, killing more than 30 people in a row, including many immortal powerhouses, which seem to be romantic, but the true qi in the body is already a little unsuccessful, and at this time, it is even more burdensome to control the three powerhouses of the Taichu Sword War.

Meng Fan licked his lips and looked at the campfire.

The skin of the crane meat is browned, and the oil drips into the fire, making people salivate.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

As soon as the Biluo sword came out, the backers roared constantly!

The two swords are close to him, and the power exerted at the same time is far beyond the sum of the two swords!

In the clanging sound, the feet of the mountain continued to sink to the ground, and then crossed the knees, making his body a lot shorter, and he quickly waved the long knife, as if a protective barrier was caged beside him, and the sparks from the collision of weapons were clearly extinguished beside him!

In the eyes of Jin Lian'er and others, Meng Fan still played very ornamentally!

The backer glanced at Meng Fan with some despair, and he couldn't imagine that he couldn't even get close to the other party's body, so how could he talk about a murderer?

He suddenly felt that he couldn't stand the remaining disciples of the sect.

Now there are nearly two hundred disciples left in the Liujia Sect, and their cultivation is not very high, he just apologized to Meng Fan and the others, and saved his life shamelessly, why not for those disciples?

If he dies, the fate of those disciples will definitely be good, and some sects that have enmity with the Liujia Sect will definitely attack them!

The little backer opened his mouth and inhaled, pulled his feet out of the ground, and strode towards Meng Fan against the attack of blue fall and rain and snow!

The blue glow reflected his eyes;

His body was also covered with a layer of frost, his steps were like walking on thin ice, and he was struggling, and the beads of sweat on his forehead had condensed into crystal clear ice beads......

"Bai Shoujian, go!"

A gentle voice came out of Meng Fan's mouth, and his heart sank to the bottom at once.

Meng Fan raised his hand, and the ice and snow sword flew out of his palm with a hum!

People in the world often say that Shaohua is white-headed, but in a blink of an eye, sighing that time passes quickly.

The speed of the Bai Shou Sword was indescribably fast, and the air had time to produce any fluctuations, and the Bai Shou Sword had already arrived in front of the few backers!

A flash of swordlight!

With a pop of the mountain, he fell to the ground on his back!

The long knife in his hand clanged and fell into the distance, flicked a few times on the ground, and then stood still.

When he closed his eyes, he seemed to hear a sweet cry from a girl: "He's down, it's over, eat meat, haha!"

The backer of the Rokko Gate, on this night, fell.

Only the backer himself couldn't figure out why he could still open his eyes?

When he opened his eyes, he found that it was already dark, and he was lying beside a dying bonfire, and there was no one around, only a trace of warmth emanating from the campfire...... He lifted his drowsy head and touched his neck, and a wound turned over the flesh, already scabbed, and it was a hot pain...... He didn't even die!

That horrible young man didn't even kill him!

He obviously has the ability to kill him!

The few leaners struggled to stand up, but their whole body seemed to be scattered, and they had no strength, so they had to sit on the ground, reached out and touched their clothes, and wanted to take out a few pills to eat, but they didn't touch anything, and their belongings were looted.

"Haha, hahaha!"

He suddenly threw his head up and laughed, then buried his head deep in his legs, and somehow began to cry......

And Meng Fan and the others finally arrived at the location of Chongming Bird on this day.

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