Looking at the golden figure that suddenly appeared, Cao Le's eyelids couldn't help but tremble, and he shouted angrily: "You beast is not dead yet?!"

"You old Wang Ba is not dead yet, how can I live shorter than you, Eighth Master?" It was Xiao Ba's golden figure, his right paw gripped the blood-colored long sword and didn't let it move in the slightest.

Chiguang and Jin Mang were entangled with each other, and neither of them would take half a step back.

"You seem to be late. Yun Fan looked at the golden figure above his head and pouted.

"It's good that Lao Tzu can come, if the eighth master hadn't arrived in time, your kid would have burped a long time ago!" Xiao Batou didn't reply to the ground, "You still complain?!"

Yun Fan listened to the familiar scolding, and couldn't help but smile, although he knew that with Xiaoba's body, the Gangfeng here would definitely not be able to help him, but when he woke up for so long and didn't find any trace of it, he always had some worries in his heart.

Seeing that it was okay now, Yun Fan's heart was also quietly relieved.

"Don't stand stupidly, don't help, this old boy has overdrawn his vitality, is he thinking of dying together, and take the two of us down to find Lord Yama for tea?!" Seeing that Yun Fan didn't react, Xiao Ba immediately turned his head and glared at him fiercely.

Yun Fan just wanted to speak, but the corner of his eye suddenly caught a glimpse of Xiao Ba's abdomen, where there was a deep scar.

"Are you injured?" Yun Fan's body shook and asked in a deep voice.

"I had a good fight with a few guys who didn't want to die, small injuries, small scenes. Hachi grinned, not caring at all.

Although Xiao Ba said that Yun was light and light, as if there was really nothing wrong, Yun Fan looked at the deep scar and knew in his heart that if it wasn't for a vicious battle, it would never be injured like this.

"Are they all dead?" Yun Fan's tone suddenly became a little cold.

"Nonsense, the eighth master has always been neat and tidy. Xiao Ba bared his teeth and said, "Stinky boy, don't nag, I can't stand it, think about it!"

"When death is near, let you say a few more last words. Cao Le, who had been silent, suddenly sneered and spoke, his body didn't know when it had begun to expand, and the spiritual power on his body became extremely irritable.

"Come down with me and walk the Yellow Spring Road, hahahaha!" Cao Le laughed maniacally, his bone claws imprisoned Yun Fan, and the blood-colored spiritual power sword blocked Xiao Ba, his body swelled up like a balloon, and his spiritual power was extremely manic.

"It's over, stinky boy, this old boy is going to play with self-explosion!" Xiao Ba looked at Cao Le's face, his face was hideous, and he couldn't help crying and said, "It's a big deal now!"

"I'm still so young, I don't want to be called short-lived. Yun Fan looked at Cao Le, who was already bulging out of human form, and his voice was calm and made people a little panicked.

"So, if you're going to die, then please die alone. As soon as Yun Fan's words fell, there was a sound of breaking the sky in the ears of the three of them.

"Whew!"

A hideous black light shot out from a distance, and a familiar ferocious aura instantly stirred!

Cao Le seemed to be aware of the fierce aura drumming behind him, and he was even more desperate to urge the violent spiritual power in his body, wanting to complete the self-explosion before the black mang arrived.

Yun Fan's eyes flashed with fierceness, and the speed of that black light suddenly skyrocketed!

"Poof!"

With an incomparably crisp penetrating sound, the black mangs stabbed into Cao Le's body, which was about to swell to the limit!

The sharp tip of the spear came out of the body, and on the hideous body of the spear, a bright red warm liquid flowed.

The qi in the body was shattered in an instant, and those violent spiritual powers passed quickly as if they had found an outlet.

As those spiritual powers dissipated, Cao Le's figure quickly changed back to its previous appearance.

Cao Le slowly lowered his head, his red eyes looked at the black gun on his chest that showed half of the body, and blood continued to flow out of his mouth.

His mouth squirmed slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he was blocked by the blood that poured up his throat, and no sound came out.

But Yun Fan could still vaguely see what he said from the shape of his mouth.

"Eleven more than one, no more. ”

The corners of Cao Le's mouth twitched slightly, as if he wanted to laugh, but he still couldn't get his wish.

He took one last look at Yun Fan in front of him, his red eyes darkened, his head drooped, and his vitality was gradually lost.

The blood-colored long sword that was blocking Xiao Hachi's movements also slowly dissipated.

Cao Le died, and his body suspended in mid-air had no spiritual power to support it, and it began to fall downward.

Yun Fan grabbed half of the spear body that pierced through Cao Le's body with Dragon Cry, and was about to pull it out, but his expression couldn't help but change suddenly.

", this madman!"

Yun Fan didn't care about anything, grabbed Xiao Ba, who was breathing a sigh of relief above his head, and turned around and ran without hesitation.

"Boom!"

Before Xiaoba complained about Yun Fan's sudden madness, a violent explosion rang out.

Hachi looked at the corpse that had been pierced by the dragon's cry in shock, and suddenly it exploded, turning into pieces in the blink of an eye.

The aftermath of the explosion shook Yun Fan into a boulder, leaving a deep humanoid depression on it.

"Ahem!"

Yun Fan coughed and struggled to get up from the hollow of the boulder, and sat on the ground with his buttocks, his face a little pale, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding.

Yun Fan's entire back robe was destroyed, and his originally white and smooth back was a bloodstain at this time, if he hadn't moved fast enough, it was estimated that his flesh and blood would have been blurred.

"Damn, hasn't the spiritual power in that old boy's body been broken? How can he still blow himself up?" Xiao Ba crawled out of the pit on the side with a sad face, and said with a depressed face.

"That's not a self-detonation, this guy has no less than twenty thunderbolts tied to his body. Yun Fan moved his body, causing the injury behind him, and suddenly bared his teeth and grinned, it really fucking hurts.

At the moment when Yun Fan grabbed the dragon crying, Cao Le, who still had his last breath left, detonated all the thunderbolts on his body.

"This old boy is really ruthless, why don't you want to leave a whole corpse for yourself. When Xiaoba heard this, he couldn't help but be a little speechless, and his heart palpitated.

A truly ruthless person is not only ruthless to others, but also to himself.

"Damn, I can finally take a good rest, in that damn wind, the eighth master has suffered a lot. Hachi complained, and was about to lie on the ground and sleep well.

"I'm afraid you'll have to pick another time to rest. Yun Fan's expression moved, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly at Xiaoba and shook his head.

"Why?" Xiao Ba was stunned and subconsciously asked, "Aren't all those guys already... ”

Before it finished speaking, it stopped, because it followed Yun Fan's gaze, and in the distance, a familiar tornado was sweeping towards this place at a rapid speed.

"Grass! still coming?!" Xiao Hachi looked at those terrifying Gangfeng in amazement, and couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth.

Looking at the wind that was attracted by the explosion, Yun Fan stood up, patted the dust off his body, showed a comfortable smile on his face, hugged Xiaoba, and his figure disappeared in a flash.

"The wind is tight, it's!"