With this jump, the vitality in Zhao Yunfan's body condensed his legs, and under the rebound of the black spear, he flew directly into the air fifty or sixty zhang, almost touching the white mist shrouded in the upper layer of the Langhua Water Pavilion. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this height, the Wu family monks gathered below could only stare dryly one by one, helpless. Not to mention that Dao Jingtian has many restrictions on monks, they can't fly away in the air, their vitality can't be released from their bodies, and their magic weapons are useless. Let's just say that they all only have the cultivation of the casting realm, and they can't reach Zhao Yunfan at all.

With the sound of the wind whistling in his ears, Zhao Yunfan fell heavily on the roof of the bamboo house, and the huge falling force made the bamboo roof sink downwards and bounce again.

Zhao Yunfan was like taking root under his feet, sucking on the roof of the bamboo house, and then rising and falling. In the end, he waved the water pattern sword in his hand, and said with an evil smile: "Wu Yue, get out and die!" ”

It is false to let Wu Yue get out and die, and it is true to gain time to restore the damaged body of the water spirit.

"Bring all the Companion Glitz you've collected!" Wu Yue, who was dressed in gray and bastard, separated the crowd and walked out slowly, he didn't pay attention to Zhao Yunfan, but first ordered to concentrate the collected companion vanity in his hands.

Almost fifty Wu family monks were on guard against Zhao Yunfan and stood in front of Wu Yue. Wu Yue took out a gray cloth bag in his arms at this time, and passed the associated glitz in the long-necked jade-colored porcelain vase that was successively delivered to him into the gray cloth bag one by one.

After half a tea time, Wu Yue put the gray cloth bag full of associated glitz into his arms, then looked up at Zhao Yunfan, and pretended to be surprised and said: "I should have thought that it was you a long time ago, Qiao Shaohui's little cub died in your hands, right?" In this way, it is not surprising that the spatial magic weapon array diagram has fallen into your hands! What, want revenge? The cultivation is improving quite quickly, heh... It's really a blessing! ”

Wu Yue had already recognized Zhao Yunfan at first sight, and the reason why he only spoke up now was precisely because he also needed time to collect the associated vanity collected in a centralized and safe manner.

Zhao Yunfan sneered when he heard this, and was just about to speak, but his heart was suddenly shocked, but his face remained unchanged and spread his left hand slightly, revealing a gap, and saw that the butterfly that was originally held in the palm of his hand had disappeared.

When Zhao Yunfan checked the whereabouts of the butterflies, the white mist shrouded above the Langhua Water Pavilion rolled violently, and there was no wind to disperse, slowly transparent and shadowless.

"When the butterflies are gone, the fog will disperse? That.. Isn't that a place where you can come and go freely? No more having to cross that damn bridge to get out? That's great! A monk of the Wu family wearing long boots looked around in a daze, and let out a cry of surprise from his mouth.

There were several fierce and warning glances at this open-mouthed Wu family monk, and he also instantly realized his gaffe, covered his mouth, and looked at Zhao Yunfan who was on the roof with hopeful eyes, praying that Zhao Yunfan did not hear what he was saying clearly.

However, because of the strange disappearance of the white fog, everyone present was in surprise, and the scene was very silent, so Zhao Yunfan really couldn't listen to it anymore.

He opened his eyes and swept away the many Wu family monks below, with a triumphant mockery on the corner of his mouth, and jumped backwards, falling into the backyard of the Langhua Water Pavilion, and disappearing from the Wu family monks' field of vision.

Wu Yue, who was dressed in gray and backmarked shoes, had green tendons in his head, and he angrily scolded the Wu family monk who had his feet through knee-high boots: "You idiot, let the old man stay here in peace, don't make any more trouble, I want you to look good when I go back!" ”

Then he waved his hand again and shouted: "Chase, you can't let him take away the butterflies of all beings, the accompanying glitz of the collection is far from enough." ”

After speaking, Wu Yue first jumped on the roof of the bamboo house, and then jumped into the backyard to chase Zhao Yunfan, and there were only more than 90 Wu family monks left behind who jumped on the roof one by one and followed behind. For a while, the Langhua Water Pavilion, which was still lively a moment ago, was the only one who was left with the Wu family monk who did not choose to speak stood on the spot with a sad and aggrieved look.

In the endless sea of withered grass, there are nearly a hundred shadows sneaking rapidly under the "sea surface", dividing into a series of overlapping waves that blend with each other and gradually heal, which is spectacular when viewed from above.

Zhao Yunfan took the lead, "leading" the Wu family monks in the rear to "swim" here, he deliberately slowed down his forward speed, and tried his best to ensure that the Wu family monks could keep up, so as not to let him "get lost" in the eyes of the Wu family monks.

They had been chasing each other like this for more than half a day, and Zhao Yunfan took the Wu family monks around a big "U" bend in the grassland, and returned to the dwarf swamp according to the predetermined route.

Zhao Yunfan's current situation is very bad, first, maintaining a long period of rapid running, sharply depleting the few vitality in his body. Second, he found that the butterfly that had disappeared in the palm of his hand was rampaging through his body at this time.

The loss of vitality in the body is controllable and predictable. And the sentient butterfly suddenly burrowed into Zhao Yunfan's body, which caught Zhao Yunfan a little off guard.

The butterfly with three-color patterns seemed to be lost in Zhao Yunfan's body, and it kept slamming left and right, trying to find an exit to escape from this "cage".

The most amazing thing is that Zhao Yunfan has no way to get rid of the butterflies of all beings outside his body, he is running wildly while trying all the methods he can try. The vitality of heaven and earth, the energy of the water spirit, and the spirit of the spirit, even the five-color transparent true evil were used, and as a result, these three-colored living beings and butterflies were like illusory projections, which could not be touched, and they also penetrated.

However, the sentient butterflies could not be removed from the body like an illusion, and Zhao Yunfan didn't take it too seriously. He should have found that the Butterfly didn't have any adverse effects on him, but the illusory Butterfly was inexplicably trapped in his body of the Water Spirit, as long as he waited until he left the Dao Mirror Heaven, the Heavenly Dao Law would force it out.

In this way, in the repeated pursuit and escape, more than half an hour passed, Zhao Yunfan came to the hill that had been turned over close to the side of the grassland, and behind this hill was the valley mouth with a shallow lake.

The goal was close at hand, victory was already in sight, Zhao Yunfan sped up and easily came to the valley. He paused on the spot, looked back at the Wu family monks who appeared one after another on the top of the hill behind him, and faintly felt that something was wrong there, but now was not the time to hesitate, he put aside his chaotic thoughts and stepped into the shallow lake.

In the center of the lake of Xingzhi, there are mutations, and thirty or forty sky-high water columns erupt from the lake, and each water column is wrapped in a Wu family monk, and Wu Yue, who is dressed in gray clothes and linen shoes, is also impressively listed.

The Wu family monk who rushed out of the shallow lake blocked Zhao Yunfan's way in a fan shape, and Zhao Yunfan stopped the figure of rushing forward and turned back decisively, but he was stopped by the Wu family monk who was chasing behind.

Seeing that Zhao Yunfan had fallen into the encirclement, Wu Yue said with a look of disdain: "Sure enough, as I expected, you and your accomplices should be hiding somewhere here, and you will eventually come back." It's over, hand over the sentient butterflies, and leave you with all the corpses! ”

Zhao Yunfan lowered his head and sneered, he had noticed that the number of Wu family monks following him was insufficient, and he never thought that it would be confirmed in such a way. When he raised his head again, he was already indifferent, and said solemnly: "I have a grudge against you, but it is already in the past, and now for some reason, I have to sabotage your Wu family's plan, which is really helpless." Below, life and death are destined to be safe, and you will die at my hands, or kill me here, you must not blame each other. ”

"Good! The mountains and rivers here are beautiful, and it is indeed a good place to bury bones! Wu Yue heard Zhao Yunfan's words and echoed loudly. The nearly 100 people present had already guessed that there would definitely be a tragic battle next, and the same thing was that both the enemy and the enemy were ready to die.

After finishing speaking, there was now a strange silence, and the water droplets sprayed in the air fell one by one, and when the last drop of water particles smashed into the shallow lake, the water waves were stirred up, and a "ding-dong" sound was made, and in an instant, everyone moved instantly.

As soon as the fierce battle broke out, Zhao Yunfan swung the water pattern sword and rushed forward, and the only remaining vitality was surging in his body like a torrent. A sword was handed out, swinging away the broad axe in the hand of a Wu family monk, and the huge force shocked the Wu family monk upside down.

Unabated, Zhao Yunfan's long sword was wiped flat and then cut down, pulling out a sword flower, blocking all three different weapons inside. Then he raised his leg and swept with a kick, and the first Wu family monk responded with a brain burst, and the second Wu family monk's spine was broken into an incredible angle. The last Wu family monk was blocked by two people in front of him, buying him time to raise his hands in front of the door, even so, he was kicked out by Zhao Yunfan, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out of the air.

Bowing his head, Zhao Yunfan saw that a broadsword in his chest and abdomen had come out of his body, he took a step forward to widen the distance, his left hand was cut back into a knife, and the water pattern sword in his left hand was slashed flatly.

With a lot of blood, the Wu family monk who was holding a broadsword rushed forward a few steps against Zhao Yunfan when he lost his head, and then his hands hung down and fell to the ground into the water.

In front of Zhao Yunfan, the two Wu family monks who jumped in front of his head were directly cut in two by his flat sword. However, Zhao Yunfan was also uncomfortable, and a chain in the hands of the two Wu family monks who were divided by him had already circled his neck in the chaos. Seeing that Zhao Yunfan was restrained by the chains, he rushed out and two Wu family monks each held the chains, pulling Zhao Yunfan to stagger.

The water pattern sword slashed hard, not broken, and the sky blue chain was also the same as the water pattern sword in Zhao Yunfan's hand, it was really a spiritual treasure!

Zhao Yunfan paused at his feet and fixed his body, but several Wu family monks reacted and dragged the chains, and with a fierce force, Zhao Yunfan was pulled by the huge force and fell into the shallow lake.

The three Wu family monks jumped high, holding a spear in their hands and stabbed at Zhao Yunfan.

With one hand in the water, churning a huge splash, Zhao Yunfan also jumped out, his body spinning at high speed like a spinning top, flying straight into the air, and wrapping the chains around his body one by one.

At the same time, Zhao Yunfan raised the water pattern sword and "rubbed shoulders" with three Wu family monks holding spears in the air, and the three monks jumped into the air, resulting in the six corpses falling, and the spear was also broken into two.

Turning around in the air, Zhao Yunfan rushed to the ground with his head and feet, and the water pattern sword in his hand stirred wildly, dragging the chains to several Wu family monks below, stirring them into pieces of minced meat.

Landed, blood and water turned over flowers, and the fierce battle continued.

After a stick of incense, the lake water was completely dyed blood red, and Zhao Yunfan knelt in the blood water, with a broadsword in his chest, and two arrow feathers on his shoulders trembling slightly. The vitality in his body had bottomed out, and the water spirit qi was also intermittent, so the water spirit body was also on the verge of complete collapse.

However, there were more than twenty Wu family monks standing in front of him, all of whom were more or less damaged, most of them sword wounds.

It can be seen that Zhao Yunfan is already dying, and there is not much combat power to hide, but they still dare not rush forward. Even if they won this battle in the end, it completely subverted their cognition, an ordinary Body Casting Realm cultivator who was not an ancient martial cultivator could actually kill more than a hundred cultivators of the same realm, how shocking.

Wu Yue's heart was also full of shock, and after watching Zhao Yunfan for a while, he seemed to have finally been confirmed, waved his hand, and said, "He has no strength to fight again, kill!" ”

More than 20 Wu family monks rushed forward with all kinds of weapons in their hands, Zhao Yunfan stood up tremblingly, he roared hoarsely, squeezed out the last bit of strength in his body, the last bit of vitality in his body, and his body shot out like a spring.

Trampling on the shallow lake, layers of blood and water turned over flowers, he smiled, laughed at relief, laughed resolutely, smiled and handed out the last sword.

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