"Your Excellency's eyes seem to have a little problem, which of your eyes sees that we are scared?" Fan Lang asked calmly as he put his hands in his pockets.

Although the current situation is very grim and the enemy's strength is also very strong, it is far inferior to the previous group of Star Swallowing Monsters, at least it will not make Fan Lang feel desperate.

The martial god who had just spoken was choked like this, his face instantly turned cold, his smile became a little more cold, and he said with pity: "It seems that I have met someone who is not afraid of death." You're the one who has the problem with your eyes, don't you see how many martial gods there are around?"

"Is it useful if there are too many people?" Fan Lang asked with a smile.

"Of course it is useful to have a lot of people, our group of brothers can shoot together, and we can blow you up without even scum. Besides, this is our territory, and we can use this 'Big Mouth' against you. ”

"Then give it a try. It's your hand that made the first move, and I have to fight today, but I want to see how capable you are. ”

"Boy, you are looking for death!" the martial god was furious, waved his hand and shouted, "Brothers, this group of prey toasts and does not eat and drink, give them some color to taste!"

Tens of thousands of people around responded, one by one murderous.

"Kill! Kill the two of them first, and then attack this ship, and have a pot!"

"Seek mercy and get mercy, and if they want to seek death, they will be perfected!"

"Activate the formation on the ship, use the formation to trap them first!"

"Just two people dare to be so arrogant!"

This group of outlaws shouted viciously.

The formation inside the Big Mouth was immediately activated, and it looked like a large glowing net, enveloping Fan Lang and the others.

Before Fan Lang could make a move, An Zihao next to him took the first step to defuse it, waved the big brush in his hand, threw it into the air, and drew a long ink trail.

This ink trail was very sharp, as sharp as sword qi, cutting the shrouded formation in half.

"I haven't touched anyone for many years, and I'm really a little rusty, so I'll take them to move my muscles and bones today. I don't like to kill innocents, but this group of people is clearly not in the category of 'innocent'. An Zihao said lightly.

The corners of Fan Lang's lips raised, this thug was not found in vain, with so many resources before, it was time to collect some interest.

"Ink senior, let's go together. Fan Lang smiled.

At the same time, a system prompt pops up.

[Players and companions fight side by side, the friendship level of the two is higher than 10, and the conditions for teaming up are met, do you want to form a team?]

Fan Lang had teamed up with others a long time ago, but then his strength gradually became stronger, and he preferred to work alone, so he rarely teamed up again.

Now the situation is special, with a senior fighter like An Zihao, it is definitely cost-effective to form a team, just like a large number with a small one, which is much stronger than him doing it alone.

The reason why he spent so much money to save An Zihao was to let An Zihao take him to "brush the level".

It's just that I didn't expect that the opportunity to brush the level would come so soon, and there were so many strong people gathered around, all of them were fat sheep.

The two sides fell out and the battle began.

This group of outlaws had already investigated the strength of Fan Lang and the others, and judged that one was in the Xuanshen realm, and the other was vague, hiding the real strength, but it should not be too strong.

This is their judgment of Fan Lang and the two.

This judgment will come at the cost of blood.

Fan Lang fully opened the twelve flying wings behind him, flapped his wings and soared into the sky, rushing towards the left. An Zihao splashed ink and rushed to the right, and the two acted separately, opening their bows left and right.

The surrounding outlaws rushed up, especially the more people who rushed towards Fan Lang, firstly, because Fan Lang had an arrogant attitude just now, which caused public anger, and secondly, he looked like a bully.

It's just the realm of the Xuan God, who has just stepped on the threshold of the lower gods, and there are no less than a thousand people present who are higher than his realm!

"His head is mine!" a martial god brandished a battle axe, shouting loudly, and the battle axe in his hand drew an arc of cold light, and the Dao seal flashed in the light, with the power of opening the heavens and the earth.

Brush!

The cold light flashed, and the human head flew up, but it was not Fan Lang's human head that flew up, but the human head of the one wielding the battle axe.

Fan Lang held the red glowing Dragon Burning Doomsday, grabbed the head of the flying person, and sneered: "Good head, I should cut it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he poured the power into the head in his hand and threw it forward.

Someone caught the head and wanted to collect the body for the accomplice, but the head exploded instantly, and the power swept in all directions, directly killing and injuring a group of people.

This series of fights caught this group of outlaws off guard.

"How can this guy's strength be so strong? Isn't he a Xuan God?"

"I've hit hard stubble. ”

"Be careful, everyone, don't act rashly!"

The outlaws were in turmoil.

They thought that Fan Lang was difficult enough to deal with, but they didn't expect that the one on the other side would be even more difficult to deal with.

An Zihao has been sitting for more than 100,000 years, his body is stiff, through this battle, he is familiar with the feeling of battle, and the brush in his hand is elusive, outlining a mysterious ink.

These inkblots have their own miraculous effects, both offensive and defensive, virtual and real, and can be turned into various things such as flowers, birds, fish, insects, etc.

An Zihao's fighting style is like painting, which is very artistic.

In addition to being a martial god, he is also a calligrapher, and his calligraphy and painting are a must, integrating calligraphy and painting into martial arts.

With a stroke of the pen, he pointed at the head of a True Self Realm Martial God, who was overwhelmed and exploded directly!

Kill the real self realm in seconds!

An Zihao's realm is three times higher than that of the other party, and it is normal to kill it directly.

The dignified True Self Realm Martial God died like this, and the outlaws exploded all at once.

"This guy is even tougher to deal with!"

"His strength is above the realm of the true self, higher than ours!"

"Could it be the Star River Realm, the Cave Void Realm, how could such a martial god succumb to such a small broken ship?"

"Tell the captain that we may not be able to stop it!"

The people who were still shouting and shouting to kill just now suddenly retreated and distanced themselves from An Zihao.

The outlaws are only now discovering that they have captured a very dangerous "prey", which is not so easy to eat, and may even be killed.

Fan Lang and An Zihao are in a team state, An Zihao killed someone there, and directly turned it into experience points and recorded it, which is very considerable.

"Experience is rising so fast! These people are just here to send me warmth!"

Fan Lang called it a beauty in his heart.

He and An Zihao went on a killing spree, killing two bloody paths one left and one right, and no one could stop them wherever they passed.

Sometimes, a lot of people doesn't necessarily work.

The battle lasted for a while, and new people rushed here, a hatch suddenly opened, and this group of people rushed out, the leader of the person has a strength higher than the true self realm, and it is the third realm of the lower god - the galaxy realm!

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