When the soldiers who followed behind Meng Fan saw this scene, they hurriedly stopped their steps and fled in all directions.

This sycophant smell is too strong!

They can smell it from miles away!

Shout!

An afterimage with flames from ten miles away, shuttled through the jungle, and went straight to Meng Fan.

"Not good!" Meng Fan held back his face flushed, and his heart was unwilling to run aura, stepped on the root of the tree, and soared into the sky.

If it weren't for that dead horse's fart, he would have killed Qin Tian by now.

Subsequently, Zhao Zilong's figure came to the place where Meng Fan had just now.

"Hey, this horse's fart is too stinky!" Zhao Zilong held the bright silver gun, kicked his feet, and the whole person rose rapidly like a rocket.

"Damn!" Meng Fan scolded secretly, with a wave of his arm, the purple flame lotus floating in the air instantly returned to his hand, and he glanced at Zhao Zilong, who was chasing after him, and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, this person ...... Is it really going to put him to death?

Then don't blame him.

Shout!

Meng Fan rushed out of the top of the tree, ethereal above the sky, looking at this large forest and ...... Zhao Zilong came to the sky.

"Where do you want to run?" Zhao Zilong held the bright silver spear in his hand, the corners of his white robe fluttered in the wind, and looked at Meng Fan who was not far away, with a smile on his face.

Yukong, but it needs to consume a lot of aura!

The burly man in front of him shouldn't have much aura in his body, right?

"Hmph, is Lao Tzu the kind of person who is as timid as a mouse?" Meng Fan was furious.

"Then why did you run away, why don't you come and fight me?" Zhao Zilong asked with a smile.

After Meng Fan heard this, he trembled with anger, are you really stupid or fake stupid? Don't run and stand there, I'll beat you!

"Hmph!" Meng Fan's face was gloomy, his hands slowly turned, and the purple flame lotus flowers in his palms were shining brightly, exuding a terrifying aura.

Suddenly, the flames condensed into a human face, and two flames danced in the depths of the human face's eyes.

"Boom!" the human face smiled strangely, and attacked Zhao Zilong fiercely.

"The ghost is not gone!" Zhao Zilong laughed coldly and roared, and the whole person had met the ugly face.

Meng Fan's eyes flickered, he bit the middle finger of his right hand, and two blood vessels pierced the middle finger, heading towards the purple flame lotus flower in the air.

"Ahh

This black blood is his essence blood!

Sending blood to the Purple Flame Lotus is equivalent to giving it strength.

Time passes slowly.

Meng Fan's body was emaciated at a speed visible to the naked eye, his whole face was pale, his breath was sluggish, and he was breathing hard.

"This guy isn't even dead yet!" Meng Fan's heart was like a stone blocked, uncomfortable.

"No, without my four younger brothers, I'm no match for him, and before he can react, I have to slip away, or my life will be lost." Meng Fan carefully observed Zhao Zilong and stopped the blood transfusion, the Purple Flame Lotus had this kind of essence blood, it should be enough to hold him back.

Thinking of this, Meng Fan did not hesitate to abandon the Purple Flame Lotus, turned around and ran, and his body suddenly fell rapidly from the air.

Standing on the branch of the tree, Qin Tian, who was secretly observing the battle between the two, saw Meng Fan fleeing in a hurry, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, "Escape?"

Qin Tian jumped onto another branch, kicked his feet, rushed towards the branch not far away, and then quietly fell.

Beneath the dense foliage, an afterimage moves rapidly under the foliage.

With a palm of Meng Fan's hand, the accumulated leaves within a radius of several miles were instantly pushed away, and he did a side flip, and his legs landed lightly.

Call!

Seeing that there was no one behind him, Meng Fan vomited out a mouthful of black blood, clutched his chest, and quickly ran into the distance.

Step on!

Qin Tian landed on the branch, looked at the figure on the ground who had fled in a hurry, sneered, squinted slightly, and swept to another tree.

"Hah!ha!" Meng Fan leaned on the root of the tree and supported his waist with his hands, panting heavily, no, there was too much essence and blood just now.

If he had known that he couldn't kill that kid, he wouldn't have wasted so much blood.

It's good now, most of the aura in the spiritual sea is gone.

Meng Fan trembled and took out a storage bag from his arms, took out a Dan box, smiled weakly, took out the Ming Soul Pill in the Dan box tremblingly, and swallowed it with a grunt.

"Not good!" Meng Fan's scalp suddenly exploded, and he rolled subconsciously.

Bang!

A majestic sword aura descended from the sky, and there was a boom on the ground, and a huge hole appeared.

"It's you!" Seeing the person coming clearly, Meng Fan exclaimed loudly.

"I didn't expect it to be me, right, it's me!" Qin Tian came out of the cave pit and walked towards Meng Fan step by step.

"What do you want to do?" Meng Fan was careless, fell to the ground with a bang, and hurriedly kicked his legs back.

"You say, what else can you do?" Qin Tian licked his lips and said with a smile.

"You can't kill me!" Meng Fan pointed at Qin Tian and shouted loudly, "I am a disciple of the Yin Netherworld Sect, if you kill me, our sect will not let you go!"

"Yin Netherworld Sect? It turns out that you still have a sect. ”

"Yes, we have a sect!"

"Where?"

"If you let me go, I'll tell ......"

The sound stopped abruptly.

The blade stabbed into Meng Fan's body, plunging his whole body deep into the ground.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for earning 10,000 XP!"

Qin Tian came to Meng Fan, looked at his dead appearance coldly, smiled lightly, pulled his arm, and the black knife returned to his hand.

"Since you don't say it, forget it. Qin Tian half-squatted in front of Meng Fan's corpse, picked up the storage bag, and said softly.

The breeze blew, his feet stepped on the fallen leaves, making a clear crisp sound, and Qin Tian's back gradually faded away.

A kiln.

An old man dressed in black, skinny and sparse sideburns, stared gloomily at the dust on the ground.

"Who killed my apprentice!" The dark voice echoed through the kiln.

"What about the lord?" Zhao Zilong floated to the ground, looked at the soldiers in front of him, and asked.

"I ...... We don't know either. Just now...... Just now, your horse was ...... With a fart, we hurriedly dodged, and by the time we reacted, the lord was gone. One soldier stepped forward and said with a guilty look on his face.

"The lord is gone?" Zhao Zilong's forehead wrinkled into a small hill, how could the lord be gone?

"General Zhao, where is the lord!" A soldier was overjoyed when he saw the figure slowly coming towards them, pointed at Qin Tian, and shouted excitedly.

"Lord, where have you been?" Zhao Zilong looked up, couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart, and quickly came to Qin Tian.

"Kill that beast that is not as good as the beast," Qin Tian smiled slightly, and said indifferently.

"Lord, you really killed him?!" Zhao Zilong held Qin Tian's arm with both hands and said excitedly, "I thought he would run away, but I didn't expect the lord to clean him up, it's really good." ”

"Hmm. At that time, I saw that when you were dealing with that lotus flame, he was seriously injured and secretly ran away, so I secretly followed. Qin Tian smiled indifferently and said.

"Now, I don't have to feel guilty. Zhao Zilong breathed a sigh of relief.

If he really let Meng Fan escape, he would really feel guilty and uneasy in his heart, because it meant that many innocent little lives would die in his hands.