Speaking of battles, all the cultivators present did not have the experience of Qin Yifan alone. The aura that just appeared contained an indescribable violent aura, and those who cultivated to a weaker level would definitely be infected by this aura.

"Demon energy!" Although Monk Niankong is not effective in fighting alone, he is still very knowledgeable, and he can recognize this as a demon spirit at a glance.

The faces of several young masters changed slightly, and the other party had not yet appeared, and there was already such a terrifying demonic aura. Just the breath revealed by the other party has made everyone unbearable, and it is conceivable that if the other party makes a move, what will happen to him.

I thought I was just here to catch a little demon who had just survived the small catastrophe, to obtain the original god or to catch it as a mount, but I didn't expect to attract such a terrifying demon clan. Just by breathing, it can be concluded that the other party is at least at the level of a demon king, and everyone present is rushing up, and it is estimated that it is not someone's opponent. Moreover, if it weren't for Qin Yifan, they wouldn't even be able to find each other's traces. This is an unavoidable point.

"Lad, good guys, really better than these little guys. With a hearty laugh, a figure appeared in front of everyone: "When I send these little guys, I will definitely learn from you." It seems that he has been staring at this place for a while, otherwise he would not have seen Qin Yifan's skills.

What appeared was a strong man, with a particularly tall figure, an uncontrollable fierce aura on his face, and the aura emanating from his body was a terrifying demonic aura that made people feel very uncomfortable. Almost without asking, he can be sure of his demon identity.

But it's not so easy to know who he is. And the strong man didn't mean to introduce, he came out and stared at everyone, and snorted very disdainfully: "A few little dolls who haven't even reached the Yuan Infant Stage actually learn to collect the Yuan Shen Spiritual Refining Weapon, it's really funny." ”

Qin Yifan's eyes lit up when he listened to it, Yuan Infant What level is this? The information that the strong man also revealed inadvertently was rare news for Qin Yifan.

"You, a monk who hasn't even cultivated the vajra body, also come to join in this fun? Just this cultivation, you also want to learn from those bodhisattvas to ambush mounts? It's too far away!" The strong man glanced at the monk again, and pointed out his realm in one breath, and the monk's face changed, and he subconsciously tightened the Zen staff in his hand, but he didn't dare to say anything.

"I just knew that there was a demon brother here to survive the little catastrophe, and I knew that you guys wouldn't stop, so I came over to take a look. The strong man stood in the middle of the crowd, staring at him one by one, and everyone looked at him as if they were trying to avoid something, and quickly looked away.

"Sure enough, they're all little guys who don't know the height of the sky. The strong man's gaze stayed on Elder Mu on the ground, looked at it for a while, and then looked at Qin Yifan: "While I'm not angry yet, and you haven't done anything to make me angry, hurry up and get out of the way, roll as far as you can, otherwise, don't blame my old man for being polite." If you have words first, don't stay and get hurt, go back to the master and cry to find the master to find the scene!"

The strong man's momentum was so arrogant and arrogant that he didn't look at everyone present at all. only looks at Qin Yifan a little differently, but it is estimated that it is also for his sake to protect the brother in the lake, and it has nothing to do with his strength or something. Although Qin Yifan stood straight under his pressure, in his eyes, he was just a person who could stand up straight in front of him, and he was still far away.

It is purely a provocation, and it is the kind of provocation that he doesn't care about, in Qin Yifan's opinion, it is not so much a provocation as a reason to make a move for himself, a reason to kill someone. The fierce aura emanating from the strong man's body, mixed with the faint murderous aura, could not be concealed from Qin Yifan, a person who had been in battle for a long time.

"If you don't dare to do it, knock your head a few times and go back to where you came from. The strong man saw that no one around him moved, and knew that it was his fierce aura that had suppressed these people, and he became more and more rampant.

People have living faces, trees have living bark, and cultivators do not cultivate themselves to the point where they have no desires and no desires, at least these people in front of them do not have such a realm. Finally, the woman in the three heroes of the Sword Gate couldn't bear it anymore, and with a coquettish sound, Edgeworth pounced.

Someone made a move, and the people around immediately forgot their fears for a while, commanded the flying sword, and attacked. The monk did not have such a magic weapon, but the Zen staff in his hand was a good Buddha treasure, and he also flew out of his hand and shrouded the strong man.

Everyone knows that this strong man is a rare enemy, and it is likely that they may not have any chance of winning when they join forces, all of them are desperate, and they have taken out all the goods at the bottom of their boxes, and there are a few more magic weapons in the sky that Qin Yifan has never seen.

"The pearl of rice grains, also shines?" the big man said softly, standing in place, not moving, and laughing loudly: "It's good to come!"

A light that was close at hand was pinched by the big man, like pinching a small insect flying in the air. The sword light revealed its body, and it was still struggling under the control of the master, but the big man laughed again, and the strength in his hand was strengthened, under Qin Yifan's gaze, the flying sword instantly changed shape, and the owner of the flying sword, the woman in Sanying, also had a painful voice in her mouth, and her face suddenly became a lot more aggrieved.

Between the lightning and flint, several other flying swords were already close. The big man didn't dodge or dodge, and let the flying sword attack on him. There was a spark of thought, and the intersection of the flying sword and the big man's body actually made a sound of gold and iron, as if the big man was wearing steel and heavy armor.

"Attack him in the eye!" I don't know who said it in a panic, and several flying swords instantly changed direction and rushed towards the big man's face. The big man still stood in place, not moving at all, just stretched out a hand to block it.

The speed is fast, but this block, and immediately grabbed a flying sword, and when the big hand grasped it, another flying sword was destroyed. This time, it was Feng Haoxiu's, the flying sword was destroyed, and Feng Haoxiu's face was also very ugly.

It's very strange, as if the old man in the lake knew that this big man would definitely be able to take these people down, and when they started, he didn't make any trouble at all, nor did he release a spiritual attack. Neither side of the fight looked like it was being affected.

Without the flying sword, the attack power of Jianmen Sanying was greatly reduced, and others did not dare to casually attack the range that the big man's arm could seal. But in other places, even if the flying sword attacked, it was just a burst of gold and iron, and there was no place to break it, and the few people besieging it were angry and anxious.

"Senior!" In the midst of his busy schedule, he still thought of the empty monk: "I asked myself if I didn't offend my seniors, why bother with each other?"

"Oh?" the big man's subordinates didn't stop, but he said, "Then how did the demon brother who survived the Little Tribulation here offend you?

Everyone was speechless, and the strong man had made up his mind to support the demons in the lake. It is understandable that the same demon clan naturally doesn't want their own people to be killed for no reason, just for a ridiculous reason. When a few people besieged the old man in the lake, they never thought that they would be forced to such a point.

After going back and forth for a while, the big man may also be tired of such a game: "Hmph, attack and attack, just a few moves, who do you think you are, you want to go all over the world with this trick?"

"Roar", a huge roar came to mind in place, and with a move of both hands, the monk Niankong not far away immediately flew slowly towards this side as if he was bound by an invisible rope.

Nian Kong was horrified, and commanded the flying dragon turned into a Zen staff to attack the big man quickly. The big man made a move with one hand, and the Zen staff was also caught in his hand, and at the same time, the monk Niankong had already arrived at his side, and with a twist of his big hand, the solid Zen staff was like a noodle, and it was wrapped around the monk's body, and the monk was bound to move.

After all, it is a person who intends to cultivate, and his dependence on things outside the body such as Dharma weapons is not so serious, and although the Zen staff is destroyed, it does not have much impact on itself. However, in the hands of the Han people, there is no good result. With a scream, Monk Niankong was thrown out by the big man, like a cannonball out of the chamber, and flew straight towards Zhao Bingchang over there.

Zhao Bingchang screamed in surprise and quickly avoided it, but the monk did not have such good luck, and with a bang, he sturdily carried the Zen staff on his body and crashed into the ground, and a human-shaped pit appeared on the ground out of thin air.

Immediately, the big man waved his hands continuously, and the fist wind struck towards the surroundings like substance. Although the speed of the remaining few people is not slow, they can't dodge this fierce fist when the magic weapon is destroyed.

was hit by the fist wind, and immediately there was a scream, and the body was like an accelerated bullet, flying towards the surroundings along the trajectory of the fist wind. In the blink of an eye, the figure of Sword Gate Sanying disappeared from Qin Yifan's field of vision. Except for Elder Mu who was unconscious, only the big hole that Qin Yifan and the Niankong monk collided with was left.

This is the martial arts that Qin Yifan really admires, or rather, it can't be called martial arts, it is completely the pure power of one force to ten meetings. In the face of such power, no matter what magic weapon, what flying sword, what skill, it is useless at all.

As if he had just finished his warm-up exercise, Dahan beckoned to Qin Yifan: "Little brother, you are the only one who defends the demon clan. I see you had a great fight with that guy just now, come on, let's have a few tricks!"

(To be continued)