Gu Tong held the sword in his hand and faced the three monks of the Yuan Dynasty with his mortal body. One step out, the momentum is unmatched.

The three of them stepped back, and one of the monks said, "We are monks. How can you be forced back by mortals!"

Gu Tong sneered: "You are just flowers in a greenhouse, have you ever killed someone? Do you know what it feels like for a sword to penetrate the human body? Do you have the experience of being sprayed with blood? hahaha..."

Laughing, the black hair dances angrily, like a demon god. Wisps of red murder are circulating in him, his eyes have anger and murderous intent and hatred, he has fought the sword in the world, and has seen the horror of monks, so he worships Cangyun Mountain to practice, but he can only raise horses with no talent.

The three monks were short of breath and their faces were bloody, and one of them sacrificed a small flag to block Gu Tong's terrifying killing intent, and the three returned to normal: "Kill him!"

"Shame!"

"Kill!"

Holding a small flag and stepping up, Gu Tong was silent and spoke with a sword. The cold light flickered, the sword was like a match, and one move and one style were transcendent, so that the three monks could not get close.

"Haha, everything is everything, delusion and immortal comparison. Defeat you with one palm!" A monk with an aura in his palm pushed forward to suppress Gu Tong. Gu Tong gritted his teeth, the sword swung into pieces, and countless sword lights swallowed and killed the machine, constantly attacking the palm that was as white as jade.

Thirty swords were killed in an instant, and the monk's palm was cut open, and blood flowed everywhere, he retreated, and covered his palm: "You actually broke my palm, very good, you made me angry!"

Under the small flag, the three monks were not disturbed by the murderous aura and took action one after another.

The gap between Fan and the Immortals was exposed at this time, Gu Tong was bombarded and vomited blood, his eyes were gloomy: "I lost to the sky, I didn't lose to you, if I can cultivate." You're all ants!"

"Die, weak mortal!" they all came to kill this mortal. Frightened back by mortals, their Dao Heart has already left a stain, and only by killing him can they cleanse their Dao Heart.

"Come on!" Gu Tong was not afraid and wanted to fight again.

The sword meets the three palms, this is a mortal situation. Gu Tong also closed his eyes, looking particularly desolate.

He has great courage, but unfortunately he can't practice. Now it's a lifetime, and it's also very helpless, if you can practice...

"Boom!" An explosion occurred, flying sand and rocks raging, Gu Tong opened his eyes in shock, and saw a person standing proudly in front of him, one hand on his hips, and the other hand open in front of him, blocking the three powerful palms.

Zhang Fan's face sank like water: "You guys, you have so much courage!"

The three of them withdrew their palms: "Zhang Fan, you finally appeared!"

These three people are friends of the people who were abolished by Zhang Fan, and they came to Zhang Fan to ask for an explanation. Now the Lord is present. But they were a little scared. One person blocks the combined move of the three of them. Although I knew that Zhang Fan was suspected of recovery, it was only a few days.

"Kill him!" said the older man, waving a small flag with his arms outstretched. Xiaoqi shot out three dark rays of light and approached the top of Zhang Fan's head, and he was about to kill with one blow. Zhang Fan didn't dare to hold it up in the face of the magic weapon, and sacrificed the flying sword when he retreated.

Only the hilt of the flying sword remained, and the formation diagram was also missing. can still block the attack of the Brute King, and the small flag formation is complete, and it seems that the flying sword can be crushed at any time. After five bombardments, the flying sword was still strong and indestructible, and the monk who controlled the small flag was a little exhausted.

"Help me!"

The three of them stood in a line and controlled the small flag with all their might.

"This small flag is a complete magic weapon, and the core disciples may not have it. These three are just inner disciples. They dare to kill people openly, and there must be a reliance behind them.."

Secretly make the mind reading technique to penetrate the thoughts of the three people and read a picture. Sure enough, someone instructed it, it was Meng Changhe, and Xiaoqi was given by him to kill Zhang Fan.

Meng Changhe has always been unaccustomed to Zhang Fan, at that time, Zhang Fan's cultivation was far beyond him, and he didn't dare to speak. After Zhang Fan was abolished, Meng Changhe suppressed him many times, and demoted Zhang Fan to Mashan step by step.

Thirty rounds of bombardment, the aftermath of the battle left a large crater in the ground, and the dust kicked up to envelop the four men. One monk said, "I can't hold on anymore!"

"Is he still human? one man beats the three of us..."

The three of them swallowed the old medicine and barely stabilized the battle situation, but the more they fought, the more frightened they became, what kind of monster was Zhang Fan, who insisted on it for so long, and it seemed that he was at ease.

"I can't hold on!" The person at the front was under the most pressure, several ribs in his chest were shattered by the shock wave, and he screamed and vomited blood, and the two people behind him also strode back, suffering heavy injuries.

Zhang Fan withdrew his hand: "I don't want to kill, get out!"

Pick up people, pick up the flag and climb down the mountain.

Gu Tong's expression was no longer calm, and he said silently: "You have finally recovered, congratulations!"

Zhang Fan looked back: "Thank you!"

"It's okay, since you're back, I'll go back! Be careful yourself, there aren't many people in the mountain who want to see you get up. I'm leaving, let's go see Liu Ying, he's dying!"

"He has three spirit roots in his body, but he is covered in a curse... Otherwise, his talent is no less than yours!" Uncle Guang woke up and spoke highly of Gu Tong!

Spiritual Root...

Zhang Fan was excited. Those who are born enlightened have an innate divine pattern, can communicate with the Dao and enlighten the Taoist heart, and practice for thousands of miles in a day without shackles. And the spiritual root is also innate, a spiritual root oppresses the heavens and the earth, and can take over the heavens and the earth. The achievements are limitless, or they can reign in the world.

It is difficult for ten thousand people to come up with one, but he has three.

"The old man has a recipe to help him break the curse!"

"Oh?" Zhang Fan was a little moved. Gu Tong is really his rare friend, and it is also because of Gu Tong's existence that Liu Man did not kill him, and maybe he can help him get out of the curse.

Gu Tong has gone away, and his back is a little lonely.

"Liu Ying!" Zhang Fan entered Liu Ying's room and saw Liu Ying lying on the bed, and his breath was weak and about to break. Zhang Fan strode up and held his forehead with his hand, and a trace of aura probed into Liu Ying's body.

The muscles and bones of the whole body were broken five or six, and the shoulder blades were completely shattered: "Who is so heavy-handed... Damn it!!"

Zhang Fan gritted his teeth, took out three old medicines in a row, mashed them and applied them to Liu Ying, and then boiled a pot of herbs for him to drink.

Although the two-hundred-year-old medicine does not talk about white bones and raw flesh, as long as there is a breath left, it can be saved, let alone three plants applied externally and one plant taken internally, Liu Ying's life will be alive.

Using the aura to dissolve the medicinal power, Liu Ying's qi and blood improved a lot, her breathing calmed down, and Zhang Fan exhaled a breath.

"Wicked Zhang Fan, get out!"

"I want justice for my five junior brothers!"

"Zhang Fan, Elder Meng's true disciple is here, and he hasn't come out yet!"

When Zhang Fan accompanied Liu Ying, there was a shout outside the door. The people who fled down the mountain passed the news of Zhang Fan's return, and within an hour, more than a dozen people came to the door.

Zhang Fan tidied up his clothes and opened the door, and whispered: "Liu Ying needs to rest, don't be noisy!"

"What kind of big-tailed wolf!" The bearded young man followed behind He Changtian, and being able to do things for the elder's true disciples was not just a chance but also an honor for the inner disciples, "That crying kid was beaten by Lao Tzu, what's the matter? You have the ability to beat me!" The bearded young man was arrogant and arrogant for a while.

Zhang Fan closed the door and raised his eyebrows: "It turned out to be you, I'm still worried that I can't find the murderer." ”

"Senior Brother Zheng Gui's cultivation is at the peak of the cultivation period, and this year, Dabi has a great chance to be promoted to a core disciple, and maybe he will become an elder true disciple!"

"That's right, Senior Brother Zheng Gui is not only cultivating, but also practicing the stele opener, and he can split diamonds with one palm!"

"Is it the pioneer of the ten difficult exercises? Senior Brother Zheng Gui has great understanding!"

"He didn't go to the mountain until he was ten years old, and he was already past the best stage of his beginning. If you had practiced since childhood, you would have been a core disciple a long time ago!"

Zheng Gui leaned back and exhaled through his nostrils, accepting the compliments from his fellow disciples.

Zhang Fan said lightly: "You come and kneel for three days and pray for Liu Ying!"