One of the Saint Immortal Sect guards caught a gap, and the long sword came like a shadow, only forcing Gong Boya's throat, and between the corners of his eyes, Gong Boya's black spear came first, and the corners of his mouth chuckled

"Ignorant desolate, it's useless how many times you try, your attack can't break through the basic defensive formation on the Holy Immortal Sect's robe at all!"

Before the voice fell, there was a heart-rending pain in his chest, a large amount of blood was lost, and a feeling of weakness from his body made him faint, and the long sword fell to the ground, and the other three Saint Immortal Sect guards were stunned. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The black iron spear pierced through the chest of the Saint Immortal Sect guard, and the black iron spear skewered into the flesh, and the formation engraved on the robes of the Saint Immortal Sect was shattered, flashing with intermittent light.

With one blow, shatter the basic defensive formation engraved on the robes of the Holy Immortal Sect!

"This,,Impossible,,"

The Immortal Sect guard stumbled weakly into the bushes, his white robes blackened by the mud and his eyes hollow.

"No, it's impossible, you, how can you break the basic defense formation!"

Three of the Saint Immortal Sect guards were frightened, dumbfounded, gritted their teeth, and the three of them rushed up directly, and the four of them couldn't kill a desolate people? That's a shame!

Gong Boya took a deep breath, killed the children of Kyushu for the first time, and the impact was no lower than anyone else, holding a black iron gun, casting the vanguard eighteen shots, and greeted him.

If the three Saint Immortal Sect guards observe carefully, they will find that on the black iron spear in Gong Boya's hand, I don't know when, a thin black aura is entwined, and it is these black breaths that sharpen iron like mud, kill gods when encountering gods, kill Buddhas when encountering Buddhas, and shatter the basic defensive formation of the Holy Immortal Sect guards' self-confidence.

The two talent pills directly opened up Gong Boya's arms, although they were not as open up as Su Fan's body lines, stepping into the wasteland, with Professor Su Fan's desolate qi control method, they could attach the desolate qi in their arms to the weapon. The strength has increased greatly!

The desolate people who can use the desolate qi are like the cultivators of the Kyushu Alliance, and they are no longer wastes who only rely on brute force. I'm afraid that even Su Fan himself didn't realize that he was going to create a whole new race.

"Ahh

The distraught guards of the Holy Immortal Sect restrained their hands and feet after discovering that the defensive formation of the Holy Immortal Sect that they relied on could be shattered, and they were quickly killed by Gong Boya, and the last guard of the Holy Immortal Sect collapsed, shouted, and fled in embarrassment, they had never met such a desolate person, it was too terrifying!

"Hmph, where to run!"

"Vanguard Eighteen Shots - Critical Hit!"

The murderous Gong Boya's face was hideous, like a tiger descending the mountain, the black iron spear in his hand waved, urging the desolate qi, and directly unleashed the strongest blow he had learned so far!

Bang

The black iron spear hit the back of the fleeing Saint Immortal Sect guard, and the fragile basic defense formation shattered, and the majestic desolate qi combined with the black iron spear's crit martial arts, directly burst the fleeing Saint Immortal Sect guard with a single blow, and the impact force made it fly out for several feet, and it fell into the bushes in embarrassment, and it was lifeless.

"Ahh

At this time, Gong Boya realized that his whole body was overdrawn, his limbs were weak, and his hand holding the black iron spear trembled slightly.

"Bo Jianjun, Bo Jianjun, what's wrong with you?"

After recovering his strength, Gong Boya hurriedly ran to the unconscious Bo Jianjun, shook and shouted, only to see Bo Jianjun's body was light purple, black blood covered his body, his face was purple, Yin Tang was black, and his lips were purple.

"By the way, young master, young master must have a way to save people, he will!"

Finding that although Bo Jianjun had a breath, he couldn't call the unconscious Gong Boya, and immediately thought of the omnipotent young master Su Fan, picked up Bo Jianjun, and galloped away not far away, where a floating object slowly moved forward.

The Taoyuan RV that was repaired again was speeding in the wilderness, since Nana reached 1 talent, evolved the vision, and directly destroyed the Taoyuan RV that was finally repaired, stayed for four days, and the Taoyuan was finally successfully repaired, which also deepened Su Fan's determination to strengthen the transformation of the Taoyuan RV!

"Sister Qian, the maids Ruhua and Wu Gang are both desolate, if each of them comes like this, they just don't use the RV and run.

"Open up the magic pattern around your body, open the era of talent 1, the desolate sometimes have visions, this is very important, record it, the same mistake can't be made a second time!"

"Everything is crossing the river by feeling the stones, the experimental data is still too little, and only after a lot of experiments and deductions can the most perfect results be obtained, this is not a game. ”

"Once there is a difference, it is very difficult to correct it!"

"Why don't you find a few test subjects?"

The most dissatisfied thing about the Taoyuan RV for Su Fan is the cockpit, there is no glass, and it can't be fully blocked, so it can only leave an empty skylight, and weeds, birds, and flying flakes float in from time to time.

"Damn, when you settle down, you must get the glass out, even if it is not glass, you must find a transparent substance that can replace the glass, otherwise, if you go on like this, you will have to eat ashes and soil in the cockpit, and eat weeds and catkins."

While thinking about it, I suddenly heard a maid who was quietly staying on the roof of the Taoyuan RV to observe the situation Ruhua shouting, and found a trace of people in front of him, and a public uncle who stayed quietly beside him seemed to see something through the cockpit window, his face changed, and he rushed out with a black iron gun.

Su Fan's eyes could vaguely see Gong Boya fighting in the bushes, and after a while, the embarrassed Gong Boya rushed to Taoyuan with a dying man in his arms, and when he saw Su Fan, he knelt on the ground and said in a wailing voice

;“ Young master, young master, please save him, save him!"

In the carriage of the Taoyuan RV, Bo Jianjun, who was covered in iron and blue, was lying on the bed weakly, if it weren't for the slightly undulating chest, anyone who saw it would have thought it was a dead body.

Wu Lao, Wu Gang, Qian Yunxian, Ruhua, Nana and others all gathered together, looking at the half-dead person on the bed curiously, and Gong Boya said with a worried face

"Young master, his name is Bo Jianjun, he is the son of me and my eldest brother, a person from the same village, a desolate person with eight death marks, my eldest brother and I went out to be a self-detonated death mark bodyguard, and entrusted the family to him before leaving, but I didn't expect to meet him here, and he was chased and killed, young master, please save him!

"Eight Dead Scars, are you sure?"

Su Fan frowned, pointing to the five death marks that could still be clearly seen by Bo Jianjun although he was covered in iron, and his uncle was cramped, and he was puzzled only after half a sound

"Less,, young master, I swear, swear, really, when I left the village with my eldest brother, Bo Jianjun was really a desolate of eight dead scars, and I don't know how it would happen now?"

Su Fan shook his hand and stopped Gong Boya from explaining, believing that Gong Boya would not deceive people in this matter that was easy to debunk.

"Hey, if what you said is true, then there are fewer dead marks on this Bo Jianjun's body, is there any other way to solve the dead marks? ”

The Kyushu continent is extremely vast, and the area of the Leizhou Dark Wasteland Trial Area is still not small, Su Fan is not confident that he is the only one in this world who has found a way to solve the death marks, and all roads lead to Rome, Su Fan is becoming more and more curious about this Bo Jianjun.

"Old Wu, what is going on with him, is he seriously injured, can he be treated?"

Although Wu Lao is not a regular doctor, as a scout in the army all the year round, he still knows a little about simple medical knowledge, and after checking it, he raised his eyes and said

"This person is only a skin injury, nothing serious, but in the body, there is a lot of poison, and fortunately, this person's physical fitness is strong enough, otherwise he would have been poisoned to death. ”

"The injured old man can still be treated, but this poison, the old man is really powerless, he doesn't even know what poison he is, let alone detoxification, difficult, difficult, difficult!"

Poisoning!

Wu Laolian said three times, in this dark wasteland of Leizhou, poisoning is always a more desperate thing than injury.

Su Fan's eyes were as black as ink, and the absurd skill - analysis was released, and the desolate brain in his mind was immediately opened, but with the decomposition, a pair of Bo Jianjun's information came into view.

"Bo Jianjun, height 165, weight 121, talent 0, amount of waste 0, physical fitness 65, strength of three bulls!