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One upstairs and the other downstairs.

The two of them just looked at each other like this.

The night became thicker and thicker, and there was a faint fog, which obscured the moonlight and made the cold moonlight more and more sparse.

Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair and did not speak, and after glancing at the Mo family giant standing in front of the window, he shook his head, lowered his head, and played with the metal piccolo in his hand where the residual warmth of the woman in his hand had gradually dissipated.

From time to time, regret flashed on his face, but he didn't know what he was regretting.

Mo Beike in front of the window squinted, looking at the metal piccolo in Lu Fan's hand, the bags under his eyes trembled slightly, it was Wei Yu's piccolo.

On the roof, the monks of the Yin and Yang family, the hats were fluttering, and the beasts on the long street were hideous.

Combined with the cold wind on the forest, the atmosphere is a little solemn.

Lu Changkong looked at Mo Beike standing in front of the window, his face was a little cold.

"Giant, what do you mean?"

Lu Changkong pulled out the knife at his waist, and his hair fluttered in the wind.

In the body, a wisp of spiritual energy swam away from the Qi Pill, stirring like a small snake.

"Alas. ”

In front of the inn window.

Mo Beike sighed leisurely.

"Why is City Lord Lu still awake? Sleep well until dawn, isn't it?"

Mo Beike's hoarse voice came.

"The whole city is sleeping, why do you wake up alone?"

"If I sleep, I'm afraid I won't wake up......" Lu Changkong said indifferently.

"If the guess is right, the six cities of Beiluo, Zuilong, Tong'an, Pingnan, Yuanchi, and Wangtian, the Mo family should all be laid out, and what they are waiting for is tonight. ”

Mo Beike looked at Lu Changkong, his face full of wrinkles, and laughed lightly: "Cultivators are variables, but the changes in the world have their own fixed numbers, and we can't let the variables affect the fixed numbers, so ...... It is necessary to control the practitioners, and then study the cultivation when the world is decided. ”

Mo Beike did not answer Lu Changkong's words.

In other words, his answer was actually for the landing fan.

Lu Changkong did not speak.

Because, at the top of the inn, there are also the trap beasts on the long street, all moved.

When the words of Mobei came, the killing machine was everywhere.

Lu Changkong was so solemn that he was almost dripping water.

Ni Yu pushed the wheelchair, her face was pale, and her legs were trembling slightly.

Lu Fan sat in the chair, but he was very calm, looking at the speeding machine beasts and the Yin and Yang family monks who rushed down from the roof, his face was indifferent.

He didn't hesitate to squeeze the metal piccolo in his hand.

"You don't understand cultivators, saying that cultivators affect the overall situation of the world, but in fact it is you who are chivalrous and violate the prohibition with martial arts. ”

"It's ridiculous that you think you're in control. ”

"But for cultivators...... You don't know anything. ”

Lu Fan said slowly.

"I feel a little sorry. ”

"I thought it would be a Mo family giant who came today, but I didn't expect it to be just an impostor. ”

Well?

Lu Fan's words made Lu Changkong stunned.

On the pavilion, the bags under Mobeike's eyes trembled again.

His eyes stared at Lu Fan with blazing eyes, and then he laughed.

"Mo Beike asked me to be careful of the young master of Beiluolu, and sure enough, there is still some truth, the old thing's eyes are as poisonous as ever. ”

The sound of chuckles lingered through the long street.

The next moment, "Mobeike" stretched out his hand, grabbed his jaw, and slowly tore it, a twisted human skin was torn off, and behind the human skin was a somewhat evil face, and the pale gray thick hair that spread out.

The rickety old man's body also changed, and he gradually straightened his body, tall and burly.

In an instant, the temperament of the whole person has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Lu Pan was still holding the piccolo, and there was no emotion on his face.

Lu Changkong gasped and recognized this person.

"The sons of the Yin and Yang family...... Wei Luan!"

Characters of the sub-level!

Moreover, among the hundred sons, the most mysterious sons of the Yin and Yang family.

For a while, Lu Changkong was frightened by the caution of Mobeike, and actually invited the sons of the Yin and Yang family to enter Beiluo to deal with Lu Fan.

However, Lu Changkong also knew that in front of the secret realm of Wolongling, Ning Zhao and Nie Changqing, in white skirts and white clothes, killed thousands of troops and bled for hundreds of miles, Lu Faneng, as the master of such two people, naturally couldn't see through it.

Therefore, Mobei Kecai specially invited Wei Luan, the son of the Yin and Yang family, to make a move.

"What did you do to Wei Yu?"

In front of the pavilion, Wei Luan's hair fluttered, he stepped in front of the window, jumped down, his robe flew up, and landed smoothly on the long street.

The roar of the Trap Beast galloping.

The Yin and Yang family priests galloped over the surrounding houses.

It was encircled, and Lu Fan and others were surrounded.

Lu Changkong was very nervous, his whole body was tense, and the existence of a sub-level person brought him tremendous pressure.

Lu Pan was as calm as ever, sitting in a wheelchair, playing with the metal piccolo.

Rumble!

The green bricks of the long street were cracked, and a mechanical beast tiger faintly let out a tiger roar, jumping up, and the moonlight shone on the body of the mechanical tiger, reflecting the coldness and killing.

"Wei Yu...... Is that the woman playing with bugs?"

"Don't worry, she's walking peacefully. ”

Lu Fan Road.

The metal piccolo in his hand was flicked gently.

Airplanes......

The aura surged, a ripple appeared, and suddenly a sharp flute exploded.

The piccolo disappeared in an instant, and when it reappeared, it was already at the tail end of the trap beast tiger......

I don't know when, the Trap Beast Tiger was actually completely penetrated, and the disciples of the Trap Beast were also pierced by the metal piccolo, and the blood was gurgling.

The machine tiger fell apart, and the parts fell in front of Lu Fan, setting off a violent wind.

Lu Fan's white clothes hunted in the wind.

The metal piccolo hung in the night sky, a drop of crystal blood dripping from it.

Lu Fan glanced at Wei Luan, who had a cold face in the distance.

Palm down.

Suddenly.

The metal piccolo slammed down, and a trap-wolf was pinned to the ground, completely immobile.

Raise your hand elegantly, and elegantly destroy the two trap beasts.

The surrounding Yin and Yang family Fang Shi also shrank their eyes slightly.

Wei Luan squinted his eyes and shouted in a low voice: "Array!"

The monks of the Yin and Yang family moved, and the hats on their heads were taken off one after another, as if these people had melted into the darkness.

They all jumped out and swooped towards Lu Fan.

Lu Changkong held the knife and slashed at one.

Burst......

Seeing that this Fang Shi turned into a cloud of black mist, Lu Changkong swung his sword into the air.

These alchemists continued to explode into a thick fog in the air, disappearing in their original position, and when they reappeared, they were on the other side.

Lu Changkong's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

Even the Grandmaster Martial Artist felt cold all over his body, as if these Fang Shi would appear around him at any time.

Ni Yu was even more frightened by this strange picture and squatted on the ground.

At this moment, she wished to sleep like Luo Cheng, but unfortunately...... Strength does not allow.

Faced with this strange scene, Lu Fan just slowly pinched out a chess piece from the chess box next to the wheelchair guard.

The moonlight broke through the dense fog and shone down, reflecting Lu Fan's face and the spiritual pressure chessboard, emitting a radiant brilliance.

The middle finger and index finger clip the chess piece.

The surrounding Yin and Yang family Fangshi are haunted, and the thick fog is filled, like ghosts.

Ren Er's east, west, north and south winds.

Lu Fan's leisurely sleeves fell.

The moment it fell.

The terrifying spiritual pressure was suddenly released.

Airplanes......

Heaven and earth suddenly became distorted in an instant.

Bang bang!

In the thick fog, two clouds of blood mist exploded.

There were two Yin Yang family monks who didn't have time to escape, and the bones that were directly crushed were gone, and the rest were left on the roof, terrified and horrified.

"All the bells and whistles. ”

Lu Fan said slowly.

He didn't fall again.

Instead, he handed the chessboard to Ni Yu and looked at Wei Luan.

He stood up from his wheelchair, dressed in white and snowy.

Wei Luan saw Lu Fan get up, his pupils shrank, and it was the same as when Wei Yu saw Lu Fan get up.

"You may want to be the first son of the hundred families to die in Beiluo. ”

Lu Fan Road.

"Don't worry, this son has a good temper and will let you go as peacefully as your disciple. ”

Wei Luan's eyes shrank, and his hair flew.

He bit his finger, put a drop of blood on his brow, drew it under the bridge of his nose, and soon drew strange patterns on his face.

On-Yang Family...... Curse Seal.

Suddenly.

Wei Luan's body on the long street was blurred for a while.

Out of nothing, one becomes two, two becomes three, and then five.

Wei Luan turned one into five.

Lu Fan's face was as usual.

After that, there was a black air flow surging all around him.

One step at a time.

Boom......

The entire North Los Angeles seemed to be shaking.

The facial expressions of the five Wei Luans trembled in unison.

Lu Pan took the second step.

The five Wei Luans all felt a huge mountain of pressure, so he couldn't help but kneel.

Lu Pan took the third step.

The five Wei Luans all knelt on their knees, their heads lowered, and finally couldn't help but express their horror.

And Lu Fan also stood in front of Wei Luan with his hands.

The black air flow turned into a sharp knife around the body, and suddenly swept through.

Five Wei Luan...... Heads are soaring.

Just like his disciple Wei Yu, he walked peacefully, and withered as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves.

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