When the golden bull heard Chen Fan's words, he was stunned for a moment.

"Hahaha, boy, this is the biggest secret of my Divine Hidden Society, and outsiders are never allowed to break in, don't worry, I will collect all your blood and use it as fertilizer in the medicine garden!"

The iron rod was diagonally horizontal on the back of the golden bull, and in the snow, countless waves suddenly rolled up.

In the blink of an eye, the golden bull had appeared in front of Chen Fan.

"Phew!"

The golden bull roared, the iron rod turned into a stick shadow and shrouded Chen Fan, the iron rod in his hand was at least fifty catties, the whole body was dark and bright, obviously not made of ordinary iron, this stick was more than two meters long, the two ends of the iron rod were seven inches away, there were inky black cross-cut lines of the branded hand, and the end of the stick was carved and painted into a dragon around the pillar, full of ancient atmosphere.

The body of the golden bull is tall and burly, but the stick method is not a way to open and close, but an extremely sharp and extremely sharp path of extreme and subtle changes.

Chen Fan was shrouded in an iron rod, as if the other party was using a special iron needle, and there was a feeling that he would come out of his hand at any time and pierce it.

In the face of such a strange stick technique, Chen Fan's face became serious, and the other party was wearing a golden mask, obviously the elite of the elite in the Divine Hidden Society.

Chen Fan used Tai Chi to avoid the real and the false, took a few stick moves from the other party, and behaved with ease, and the palm of his hand came strangely towards his mask.

The Taurus froze for a moment, suddenly changed his moves, waved the iron rod in his hand like a spear a few times, jumped back with his strength, widened the distance, stabilized his body, and screamed: "True Qi release?"

As the words fell, the mask on his face snapped into half, and he took a step back again, staring at a touch of green light on Chen Fan's palm, with a look of shock on his face.

"It's not good, he's a master of Qi Cultivation!"

Hearing this, the golden knife that swept in the distance moved suddenly, his hand shook, and the big knife hummed, and the tip of the knife dragged on the ground, cutting a long hole in the wind and snow.

"Brute, I'm here to help you!"

The golden knife that ran to the extreme bounced up with the help of a tree that fell to the ground, and the giant knife held diagonally rose up to the sky, and the handle of the knife suddenly became longer, turning into a large knife more than four meters long.

The cold wind suddenly rose, the blade was cold, and the sparsely falling snowflakes were swept around the blade, and the cold light split down, just like Guan Yu Martial God descended to earth, and the sword slashed Huaxiong!

The blade was obviously still a few meters away, and Chen Fan felt that the killing intent was coming, and it was unstoppable.

As soon as the master makes a move, he will know if there is one.

The knife is the tyrant of a hundred soldiers, and the other party uses the speed to further increase the power of slashing, Chen Fan didn't dare to carry it hard, his body rolled over on one side, and he jumped onto a snowy heavy tree!

"Hah!"

Chen Fan was not steady, and he saw that the volley slashed down countless snowflakes, and the ground tore a neat opening, more than a meter deep, and a few meters away from the knife edge, more than a foot thick ice cracked like broken glass.

"What a cold knife technique!"

Chen Fan was secretly frightened, this guy with a knife was more difficult to deal with than a stick, at least he had reached the late stage of the innate realm, and the slash he had just made was already carrying a powerful knife aura.

Chen Fan's eyes stared at the cracked ground, glanced at the guy who stood the knife, and saw that his eyes were cold, but the afterglow glanced behind him, Chen Fan's heart was suddenly startled, his feet kicked on the giant tree, a harrier turned over, and several silver needles flew out from his fingertips, shooting in different directions.

Sou!

A dagger stabbed from a tricky angle, passed by Chen Fan, and cut a hole in the cotton coat, revealing the cotton inside.

The silver needles that flew out pierced through countless frozen leaves, the sharp sound of monkey cries came from the dense forest, the figures on the treetops flickered, and the golden monkey held the dagger in both hands and pierced towards Chen Fan, and there was a silver needle pierced in his chest.

"Whoa, die!"

The golden monkey's eyes were extremely red, and he couldn't sneak attack, but was injured in the abdomen by a hidden weapon, making him lose face in front of the other two.

"Humph!"

Facing the dagger that was getting closer and closer, the corners of Chen Fan's mouth were raised, and he pushed forward with one hand, and there were five silver needles in his palm.

"No...... Nope!"

The eyes behind the golden monkey mask widened, and he watched himself bump into Chen Fan.

Whoa!

The sharp dagger slid through Chen Fan's ribs, and the tip of the dagger was still covered with cotton, but there was no blood stain.

The golden monkey's body spasmed and convulsed in the air, and then there was no movement!

Chen Fan and the Golden Monkey both fell from the tree at the same time, the difference was that Chen Fan's body took three steps back and then stabilized, while the Golden Monkey covered his stomach with one hand, and the other hand still maintained a surprise posture.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood spat out, and the golden monkey fell to the ground with a bang.

As soon as he took a look, he was shot dead by Chen Fan.

The Golden Bull and the Golden Knife glanced at the fallen Golden Monkey, and the hands holding the weapons tightened a little again.

"Hmph, it's better to die, lest I do it!"

In the face of the death of the golden monkey, the golden knife was unmoved, but grabbed the big sword tied to his shoulder to cover the snow and threw it into the distance.

"it!!"

The golden bull roared wildly, pointed at Chen Fan with the iron rod in his hand, and his footsteps clicked on the ice ground, a few points faster than just now.

"My knife, it's time to drink blood!"

The golden knife turned over his wrist, and the big knife resisted on the shoulder, forming a horn with the golden bull, and attacking Chen Fan left and right!

"Good time!"

Chen Fan grabbed the ground in the air, the golden monkey's dagger appeared in his hand, and in the face of the large-scale melee attack of the two, Chen Fan did not retreat but advanced, and the dagger slashed at the iron rod, splashing sparks.

A hint of panic flashed on the golden bull's face, and his body retreated sharply, obviously, his stick technique had not yet reached the level of combining rigidity and softness.

"Eat me!"

The golden bull was forced to retreat by Chen Fan's dagger, but he was not alone, the golden knife's knife technique opened and closed, holding the knife with both hands, cutting horizontally, and wherever the blade went, Chen Fan and the golden bull were enveloped in it.

Of course, Chen Fan would not put himself in danger, he grabbed a flaw in the golden bull, slapped his palm on his shoulder, and he swept backwards with his strength, pushing the golden bull towards the blade.

Phew!

The blade slashed against the black iron bar, and sparks flew everywhere.

The golden bull kicked back five steps in a row, barely stabilizing his figure, he glared at the golden knife angrily, "Get out, don't make trouble for Lao Tzu!!"

"Hmph, it's not you who are in the way, Lao Tzu has already cut off his head. ”

The golden knife screamed angrily, and the mask on his face flew out with a swoop, slamming into the golden bull iron rod.

The golden knife revealed his green and fleshy face, and the muscles of his arms trembled, and he dragged the knife again and ran towards Chen Fan.

The golden bull was pale, gritted his teeth, and the iron rod waved in both hands was like a propeller, on a par with the golden knife.

"He is Lao Tzu's prey!"

"Get out of here!"

As the two ran, there was a fierce verbal conflict, as if they would kill each other at any moment.

Faced with the sudden contradiction between the two enemies, Chen Fan's pupils shrank, secretly guarded, and under the operation of his true qi, the dagger in his hand was shrouded in a layer of emerald green light.

"Die!"

When the two of them were still a certain distance away from Chen Fan, the golden knife suddenly raised its knife and slashed towards the golden bull.

"Damn you, bastard!"

The golden bull iron rod blocked with a slanted shoulder, but the golden knife shook a false knife, stepped on the iron rod with both feet, and jumped on the golden bull's shoulder.

"Die!!"