The small size of the machine spirit is larger and more limited than that of a mosquito, and it cannot be seen at the fingertips if you are not careful, but it has a particularly prominent aura that is difficult to hide.

"Machine Spirit.." A teenager was pale and bloodstained from the corners of his mouth. The broken stick is his, and he picked it up when he went home to visit his relatives, and he has been practicing for several years, and the instrument and the person have been close to merging, so today the broken stick is broken, and he is subject to a strong backlash. Forced pressure on the injury: "This is mine, give it back to me!"

Zhang Fan said indifferently: "It's mine now!"

"I'm not convinced!"

"Then let you obey!" Zhang Fan stepped forward, as if falling on the heart of a person, the young man who had been bleeding flew out upside down, landed on the ground and pointed at Zhang Fan, his mouth moved slightly, and finally fainted without speaking.

Suddenly, the sound of breaking the sky pierced the sky, and a bloody light flew fast, directly taking Zhang Fan. Although Zhang Fan has yin and yang steps, he is still late, and he is nailed to his thigh by a long brother just by avoiding his body a little.

"Ahh Zhang Fan roared in pain. His right leg was pinned to the ground by Changge's penetration, and blood gushed out, pooling into a pool of blood at his feet.

"Who!" Gu Tong's eyes were cold, and he swept in all directions with his sword.

A few miles away, Liu Xian grinned and sneered, sitting on the back of the strange beast, her white clothes fluttering. In front of him, a young man had a cold expression, Changge was thrown by him, and he had blocked He Qing's footsteps before. He and Liu Xian shook the reins and stepped into the air.

Meng Lang looked down at Zhang Fan condescendingly.

Zhang Fan grabbed Changge, his eyes were red. Chang Ge is ancient, sharp and hard, ordinary people have been shattered by it, Zhang Fan also felt that his body trembled and almost shattered, he grabbed Chang Ge: "You are looking for death!"

Meng Lang smiled cruelly: "Little monk, do you dare to fight with the sky?"

Gu Tong let out a long roar, the sword pointed to the sky, and a pillar of red light appeared in the sword, forcing the heavens. Meng Lang was unmoved, the strange tiger under his crotch stepped on his feet, and wiped out the killing light, Meng Lang laughed even more rampantly: "But if you kill a few people, you dare to attack me? Can you fight me?"

The earth-shattering killing intent poured out from Meng Lang's forehead, revealing a scene of stormy blood rain, which was about to touch the door frame of the image, although he had not yet appreciated it, but as soon as this technique came out, Gu Tong couldn't help but take a few steps back, holding his chest with his hands, feeling that his heart was about to jump out and shatter.

"Could it be that a generation of generals also like to attack the weak with the strong?" Gu Tong roared.

Meng Lang smiled shamefully: "Treat ants, step on them to death! You two have angered the princess and Major General Liu, damn it!"

With a finger of his hand, Changge felt the weapon, and slowly pulled out Zhang Fan's thigh. At this time, Zhang Fan held it: "Want to go? ”

Holding the stone tablet cover in his left hand, he pressed Changge, and when there was a loud bang, the sound of metal colliding, the sound wave trembled, and many disciples who were still shallow in cultivation retreated in pain, and even vomited blood.

Meng Lang's brows furrowed slightly, and his fingers bloomed: "Gelai!"

Zhang Fan's whole body strength poured into his left hand, and the stone tablet became more and more brilliant, suppressing the summoned Changge. This is a flawless magic weapon, and when it is suppressed, the array diagram naturally manifests, and a round of blood disc breaks away and crushes the top of Zhang Fan's head.

Zhang Fan was silent, letting the blood flow, and the Lingtai broke a broken sword and flew out to meet Changge with a cracked and mottled formation.

"The magic weapon that is almost scrapped, can it stop my hundred battles Changge? Break it for me!" Meng Lang's expression remained unchanged, thinking that Zhang Fan was a trapped beast. Cangyun Mountain is known as the first cave of the Yan Kingdom, but it always has to bow its head in front of the royal family, not to mention that the Liu family is the backbone of the Yan Kingdom, and the children of it are all powerful and extraordinary, and they are warriors made of blood and water, several times stronger than ordinary monks.

Changge swept, killing all over the place, with the invincible will to fight the Eight Desolations, slashing at the broken sword array with all his strength, the broken sword creaked and seemed to be broken, but what was surprising was that it actually blocked it.

It was difficult for the broken sword to fly into the air, and it could only be supported three inches above Zhang Fan's head.

No one fancied the Broken Sword, it was too broken. It is a miracle to be able to block the first blow, but in the face of absolute power, the miracle is only in vain. Changge released blood-colored light all over his body, and it had been soaked in blood for a long time, almost cultivating a machine spirit. At this time, under the infusion of the master's power, the power is rising step by step, and in an instant, a long pole is erected between heaven and earth, it is not big, but the will is higher than the mountain, so that people can not divert their eyes.

Changge swept over, mixed with killing, and wanted to smash the broken sword with one blow and smash Zhang Fan to death.

Zhang Fan didn't dare to slack off, the stone tablet of his hands disappeared, and he evolved to his heart's content, and one by one the mysterious handprints broke through the void and merged into the remnant array of the broken sword, the brilliance shone and the mysterious qi flowed, and the spirit of the broken stick weapon went up along the seal and even merged into the remnant array.

Rumble!

There was a roar, the broken sword was restored, the remnants of the formation were one, the dark aura swept away, the sharp qi machine split the sky and the earth, and Zhang Fan's eyes erupted with war fire: "Master Zhang Fan, don't be afraid of anything." Chop!"

Zheng:

The magic sword clanged, attracting the swept Changge.

Two rays of light flashed, and Changge was picked up hundreds of meters away, and after landing, he sank into the ground three feet underground, causing cracks to crack the ground. And Zhang Fan was even more unbearable, he was swept out ten zhang away by Changge, a mouthful of blood stained his red clothes, the shortly restored broken sword fell beside him, all the evolution was broken to reveal the remaining part, and the spirit of the broken stick also fell out, naturally floating beside Zhang Fan.

"Ahem.." Zhang Fan lay on the ground and coughed up blood, his face was very pale, it was because of excessive bleeding, and his tibia was swept off by force, and he was replaced by ordinary people, which was already wasted.

Meng Lang's face fluctuated, what happened just now? The broken sword remnant formation would recover in an instant, and there was only that somewhat ethereal black thing, and the two combined to knock him away.

Liu Xian's eyes moved: "Machine Spirit!"

Meng Lang was taken aback: "There is no one in a hundred instruments?"

Not all magic weapons have machine spirits, which requires great cultivation to be produced, saying that all of the hundred weapons are good, and their rarity can reach the unique existence of a thousand weapons. Although the appearance of the artifact itself can be refined, it can be refined into other magic weapon spirits, which can increase the power of the magic weapon by ten times or even higher.

Meng Lang instructed Zhang Fan: "Hand over the machine spirit and dedicate it to Major General Liu!"

Liu Xian's face softened, and she looked at Meng Lang with appreciation.

Zhang Fan took a deep breath, his body was filled with strange power, he was silently digesting, and got up from the ground: "Do you want a machine spirit?"

"Extremely arrogant!" Meng Lang was angry, this person already looked like this and didn't know how to be soft, so he had to open the killing ring. He wasn't worried about Cangyun Mountain's revenge, because it gave Yan Guo an excuse to set foot here.

With a finger pick, Chang Ge flew in the air, and the spearhead was pointed directly at Zhang Fan's forehead, wanting to kill him with one blow. Zhang Fan's eyes breathed fire, hooking twenty silver needles, silver needles are his existing killer features, which can be prevented and can evolve, which is very in line with the divine treasure of Wan Shengshou.

The silver needles are small, but the roots flow with jade light.

"No missing magic weapon!"

"Zhang Fan actually has this, no wonder he has confidence. It's a pity, the other party is a generation of major generals!" someone shook his head and sighed, Zhang Fan was weak to return to the sky, and Cangyun Mountain would not save him. For no one can stand the wrath of a nation.

The silver needle flew up, the formation diagram wrapped around the Changge array, and the needle surrounded Changge, constantly attacking and resolving the force in it. The silver needle is not simple, but it is a pity that Zhang Fan's cultivation realm is too low to exert his true strength, but he also dissolved a lot of Changge's strength on the way.

When Chang Ge got close, Zhang Fan rose from the ground like a fierce tiger, grasped the stone tablet with both hands, and went out with both palms to knock Chang Ge to the ground.

When there was a bang, Changge fell to the ground, and the space was silent.

The full force of the major general at the peak of the recuperation period was blocked, although Zhang Fan paid a heavy price, he was still alive.

Zhang Fan's hands were stained with blood, he was cross-legged on the ground, his eyes were slightly closed, and he pushed it to Wan Sheng's hand wholeheartedly.

"Damn!" Meng Lang was furious when he saw Zhang Fan like this, and now he was still unconvinced and still deduced the ability to resist, jumped off his mount and pulled out Changge.

Meng Lang personally took action, and everyone retreated far away for fear of hurting the pond fish.

Gu Tong's face changed greatly, and he saw that Zhang Fan was deducing the secret technique, which took time, and he couldn't let Meng Lang step forward, he put the sword away, this is a mortal sword, even if it is as strong as a magic weapon, but it is still a big difference, picking up a very inconspicuous residual sword, this is at least a magic weapon, and it can endure Changge's many attacks, which also shows that it is very hard.

Gu Tong stood in front of Zhang Fan: "If you want to kill him, kill me first." ”

"Then kill them all!" Meng Lang waved Changge and went up against the killing, the killing intent was red and thick, covering Gu Tong.