"Senior brother, save me..."

Prince Huodu really felt the killing intent in Lin Fan, and he understood that the other party really dared to kill him, so he hurriedly asked Darba next to him for help.

Darba was the fat man, the second disciple of the Golden Wheel Dharma King, he staggered out, looked at Lin Fan and said, "Don't kill my junior brother."

Darba held the golden pestle in his hand and pointed it at Lin Fan, then swung the golden pestle violently and hit Lin Fan's neck, Lin Fan's palm shook slightly, and then grabbed the other end of the golden pestle.

Lin Fan could feel that there was a huge brute force coming from the golden pestle, and this brute force was different from the internal force.

Darba held the golden pestle with both hands, and his facial features were wrinkled together, but he couldn't pull the golden pestle out of Lin Fan's hands.

Among the Mongols, I am afraid that the most honest is Darba, no matter what expression on his face, he is similar to a smiling Maitreya Buddha.

At this moment, Prince Huodu, who was on the ground, suddenly got up and ran, and didn't care about anyone else.

Prince Huodu was a sinister and cunning person, and knew that he couldn't resist Lin Fan, so he called his senior brother to help him resist, but when Darba resisted, he turned around and ran away.

It can be seen that Prince Huodu has a cold heart.

"Hey, your junior brother has run away, do you still want to help him resist" Lin Fan said lightly, and then the internal force in his arm exploded, and there was a sudden shock, and Darba only felt a powerful force coming.

He stepped back again and again, and then sat on the ground with his butt before he unloaded all of Lin Fan's strength.

Darba sat on the ground, looked at the junior brother who only had a back left, and then looked at Lin Fan, looking confused, not knowing what to do.

", I'm not going to kill you"

Lin Fan snorted coldly at Darba, and then took up his light skills and quickly chased after Prince Huodu, although Prince Huodu was more powerful among the younger generation.

But light work is not so good.

Lin Fan's body was like a sharp sword, and in a few flashes, he caught up with Prince Huodu.

Prince Huodu's face changed greatly, because he felt the sound of wind coming from behind, and he couldn't help but look back, and saw Lin Fan following him within about three or four feet.

"Run, keep running," Lin Fan said in surprise.

"Die..."

Prince Huo Du's heart was ruthless, and the folding fan in his hand swung violently, and a small silver needle flew towards Lin Fan.

Lin Fan made a big move, and the invisible internal force permeated the palm of his hand, and this silver needle suddenly could not be entered.

Lin Fan urged the internal force to speed up, and then a touch of internal force mixed with silver needles, slowly gathering force in the palm of his hand, and then, Lin Fan slapped forward, and the terrifying palm print was mixed with silver needles.

It was fiercely imprinted on Prince Huodu's body, and the silver needle also pierced Prince Huodu's body.

Prince Huodu snorted, let out a miserable scream in the air, and then, like a kite with a broken string, fell to the ground, and with a bang, Prince Huodu fell on a boulder.

I saw that his body kept trembling, and wisps of blood came out of his mouth, infecting the boulder, and soon, Prince Huodu's body stopped shaking.

He who wants to die can't die anymore.

Lin Fan glanced at Prince Huodu's body, and then withdrew to return, but just as he was about to take a step, Lin Fan paused, because he thought of Prince Huodu's insidious cunning.

In the ending of the Condor, Darba defeated the traitor Prince Hodu, who was killed instantly, deceiving Darba.

Lin Fan's right arm was bent, and his left palm drew a circle, and an invisible internal force was urged out by Lin Fan and flowed away in the palms of his hands.

High-spirited!

A dragon groan, a roar shook the sky.

Lin Fan aimed his palms at Prince Huodu's body and pushed it out, and the dragon-shaped qi roared out, and with a bang, it landed on Prince Huodu.

Whew~

Prince Huodu, who was already dead, suddenly let out a terrible scream, and the sound spread over the mountain stream next to him.

Lin Fan sneered, Prince Huo Du was really pretending to be dead, and he almost deceived him, but Prince Huo Du pretended to be dead himself, and was hit by the eighteen palms of the descending dragon, and now he has to die if he doesn't die.

Afterwards, Lin Fan returned and came to the Chongyang Palace.

On the square, Darba with a group of Mongols had already left, and the disciples of the Quanzhen Sect began to clean up the battlefield.

Guo Jing saw Lin Fan coming back and asked, "Senior brother, Prince Huodu was killed by you."

Lin Fan nodded.

Ay~

Guo Jing and the seven sons of Quan Zhen all sighed, Lin Fan killed Prince Huodu, which would definitely provoke the anger of Mongolia, and then launch a fierce attack on Xiangyang City.

But they didn't say anything to Lin Fan.

It's just that the other party's martial arts are extremely high, and he is still Hong Qigong's apprentice and Guo Jing's senior brother, so he doesn't dare to blame Lin Fan.

"Master, it's not good, it's not good, just now I was halfway up the mountain, and I met two lewd thieves, they have come to Chongyang Palace at this moment" At this moment, there was a panicked roar at the door, and a figure hurriedly ran in.

"Hey, two lewd, thieves are also in the hall"

The person who ran in was naturally Zhao Zhijing, who was defeated by Guo Jing in the middle of the mountain, and as soon as Zhao Zhijing finished speaking, he found that Guo Jing and Lin Fan were in the hall, and then his face showed nervousness.

"Stand Down"

Wang Chuyi waved his hand at Zhao Zhijing and said.

"Master, they are lewd, thieves, just now in the middle of the mountain, and injured a group of senior brothers" Zhao Zhijing hurriedly told the master, he thought that the master, the masters, were deceived by the rhetoric of the two lewd and thieves.

"They are not lewd, thieves, you step down for me" Wang Chuyi's tone became stern.

Zhao Zhijing was a little unwilling, because he was originally a third-generation disciple of the Quanzhen Sect, the strongest one of the 'Zhi' generation, and he was originally arrogant, but today there are ninety-eight junior disciples, plus he presides over the sword array.

set up the Beidou array, but it was still swept away by Guo Jing alone.

This huge gap made Zhao Zhijing a little unbearable.

Zhao Zhijing looked at Lin Fan and said unwillingly: "Master, he still insulted our Quanzhen Sect."

Speaking of this, Zhao Zhijing looked at Lin Fan with extremely cruel eyes, and continued: "He also said that the people of our Quanzhen Sect are all waste, and Master insulted our Quanzhen Sect, shouldn't he take it."

Lin Fan touched his nose on the side, this Zhao Zhijing is really like in the original book, he is a villain, despicable and insidious, Lin Fan said lightly: "Brother Guo, did I say that the Quanzhen Sect is a waste."

Although Lin Fan disdained the Quanzhen Sect, he didn't want others to break dirty water on him.

"Senior brother naturally never said this"

Guo Jing replied loudly on the side, and the questions and answers of the two were naturally said to the Quanzhen Qizi next to them.

"Zhao Zhijing, what is the first precept of the Quanzhen Sect" Wang Chuyi suddenly shouted angrily, his face flushed with anger.

Zhao Zhijing trembled, not understanding why the master suddenly became so angry, and said conscientiously: "The first rule of the Quanzhen Sect must not be violated against the master's words."