Mo Fan gently helped Dongfang Xue to rest on the chair on the side, then picked up the purple gold stick, danced a stick flower, and approached the four people: "I don't bully you either, don't use those tricks that are absolutely instantaneous, the battle, the more bells and whistles the action, the more interesting it is, although those absolute second-kills are very cool at first, but after a long time, they are really boring." ”

The four of them ignored Mo Fan's self-talk, clenched the handle of the knife with both hands, and surrounded Mo Fan in the positions of front and back, left and right.

The encirclement was shrunk smaller and smaller by the four people, Mo Fan was not nervous, when the master trained him before, there were more than four puppet people, although the four people held knives, which was relatively more difficult, but it was not enough to be nervous.

Mo Fan took a deep breath, entered the state, his eyes swept over the four of them, and the body that was originally standing smoothly moved suddenly.

He jumped, intending to break through the encirclement from the air.

Seeing Mo Fan's action, normal people may choose to use the weapons in their hands to block it, but the four members of the Sword Sect are different, each of them took a few steps back, expanding the encirclement, so that Mo Fan was still under their control after he landed.

"That's good!", Mo Fan said, although he didn't officially start to do it, he was very appreciative of the judgment and choice of the four people.

If they choose to block in the air, then Mo Fan can activate the thunder and lightning formation in the stick, in that case, hehehe......

"Up!", Dao Yi said, and the four of them raised their knives and slashed at Mo Fan in different directions at the same time.

Mo Fan shook his head, smiled contemptuously, and the Qi Control Technique was turned on, with the sandstorm as the center, with him as the center, a small sandstorm appeared, isolating his figure.

The target disappeared, and the four of them looked at the sandstorm in front of them and didn't dare to move forward, for fear of being overshadowed by Mo Fan.

Mo Fan snorted, and the sandstorm expanded a little more, enveloping the four of them.

Damn! The eyes of the four members of the Sword Sect were beaten by the sandstorm and couldn't open their eyes, and since this was not an illusion, they only needed to take a few steps back to leave the sandstorm range.

Just as they were about to retreat, they felt an electric stick stab in their waists.

The power of the Thunder Formation is not too strong, but it is enough for them to drink a pot.

Dao Yi was the strongest of the four, and after being stabbed by Mo Fan, his limbs were numb and stiff for a few seconds before he barely resumed his movements.

Damn it!

Dao Yi was a little impatient in his heart, he had completely lost his way just now, plus he couldn't open his eyes, he had been completely exposed to Mo Fan's attack, and he had no chance to fight back at all.

Dongfang Xue sat on a chair and looked at the sandstorm with a diameter of at least 10 meters in the distance, her face was very amazed.

"Brother Mo is so powerful! Dongfang Xue said to herself, if it were her, she would not be able to create such a wide sandstorm at all, and the diameter of the spiritual power would be about 5 meters.

I don't know, Mo Fan can create such a large area of sandstorm, purely by two conditions, first, first use "Sandstorm" to create a large amount of sand and stone, and then use "Qi Resisting Technique" to dilute it and spread it in the air, and second, it is his abundant spiritual power as logistical support, you know, Mo Fan's dantian has been tempered by divine thunder, and in the continuous shattering and recovery, it has expanded by an unknown number of times, anyway, his spiritual power alone is definitely the most stored by a monk of the same level.

His gaze returned to Mo Fan's side.

At this time, he was standing in the eye of the wind, there was no sand and gravel at all, yawning, and lazily observing the four of them with his senses.

After Daosan resumed his actions, he didn't think much about it, although he was a rough man on weekdays, he was extremely careful in battle.

He held the hilt of the knife and shouted without daring to relax: "Big brother, second brother, old brother, can you hear me?"

"I can hear you!", the trio responded.

"Let's not be nervous!", Dao San replied, he had just relied on listening to the sound of the argument, and found that the four of them were still in their original encirclement position, and they were not walking around.

He exhaled softly, thinking that things had not yet progressed to the worst step, and he shouted again: "Everyone, you are still in the same position, now let's listen to the argument and get together before we talk!"

"Good!", the three replied.

"Don't you think!", Mo Fan suddenly spoke, he put away his stick, took out the Hanyin jade flute, and said: "Listen to a tune for the four of you, please come and appreciate it!"

Melody?

Although they didn't know what tricks Mo Fan wanted to play, the four of them understood that it must be no good, and at the same time covered their ears to seal their hearing.

And then the egg......

Mo Fan inhaled lightly, focused his attention on the playing, pressed a few holes in the flute, put his mouth close to the jade flute, and blew gently......

A beautiful melody sounded!

"The Three Uniques of Ancient Sound", the first must!

Dongfang Xue listened to the flute sound coming from the sandstorm, sometimes low, sometimes tactful, one after another, very beautiful, she closed her eyes, leaned on the back of the chair, and smiled quietly......

In the sandstorm, the state of the four people was different from Dongfang Xue, they originally sealed their hearing, but they didn't expect that the sound of this flute was directly transmitted to their minds through vibration.

Consciousness gradually blurred, and when they reacted and came to their senses, they found themselves in another place.

There were no sandstorms, no strangers, and what they saw was a blood-red sky, and they were in the midst of broken walls, piles of tattered corpses lying in the streets, bare internal organs stenched from prolonged exposure, and a few vultures pecking at human corpses in the distance.

Dao Yi shook his head and found himself in a different environment, and the three senior brothers and Mo Fan were gone, leaving him alone.

He subconsciously wanted to hold his knife tightly, but found that he was empty-handed, and after checking it, he found that he was not the original appearance, but an ordinary middle-aged man with a somewhat bloated figure, no spiritual power, no equipment, and nothing......

He looked around, and although he didn't know what was going on, it was best to find a safe place to hide first, this kind of corpse-strewn street, a normal person would feel that something was wrong.

Observing the dilapidated buildings around him, he vaguely recognized that he was now in the backyard of a building, and next to the backyard was a large mountain, which was densely wooded, and although there were no special points, it was terrifying.

Instead of going to the hill, he walked out of the dilapidated backyard.

In the sky, several black crows flew over his head, and an inexplicable atmosphere arose......

Just in case, he picked up a fist-sized piece of cement and hid it in his arms, after all, out of the backyard, no one knows what happened.

(End of chapter)