Ran is not surprised, his surname is not surprised, he is a well-known big fat man.

If you ask about Ran's characteristics, just find someone who is familiar with him, and the answer is the same: not surprised.

People who are not surprised are good at observing, and they are even better at patience and waiting, and only a very few people can realize that what people who are not surprised are really good at seizing opportunities and making thunderous attacks. When the first chaos had just begun, when the demon hunters and even the students on the mountain didn't figure out what was going on, Ran Buxi reacted before all the people who were stronger, lived longer, and were older than him.

The sword and stick swept diagonally, and the oncoming opponents fell down in unison, and the sword and stick missed, but it would not stop because of this, and the 100-meter killing blade broke through the air, swept past the demon generals and monks who fell to the ground, and rushed into the chaotic crowd in the back row to kill. Seeing this scene, Ran Bu was only surprised by a hundredth of a breath, and his huge body rushed into the battlefield at the speed of chasing the flying sword, rushing towards the entire row of fallen opponents.

No demon general or monk, even the weakest one, could not fight because of a fall. It is true that if they lose their legs in this fall, their combat power will be greatly reduced, but in Ran Buzhen's heart, unless they are all reduced to ashes, they cannot be negligent, let alone ignore.

The dead opponent is a good opponent, Ran Bujing has long understood this truth, and this belief is being strengthened every day after decades of fighting in the outer lands, so when he sees that the opponent is at his weakest moment, the first thought in his heart is not to investigate the root cause of the matter, but to take advantage of the victory to pursue, beat the water dog, or call the fall into the well.

On the battlefield, what a cherished quality it is.

The huge body moves like a storm, and it seems to be fierce but it is actually as agile as a light hong, and the way to deal with those wounded is extremely simple. It can be summed up in one sentence.

Grab it and throw it out!

From the moment the battle began on the battlefield below, Ran Buxing noticed that the ghosts around him were a little different from before, their flying posture was more manic, and the fierce light in their eyes was more tyrannical. If he could take a closer look at its performance, he would surely be able to see that the ghost owl was actually expressing jealousy. Or fear.

What can make the nearly 10,000 hordes fearful?

Ran Bujing didn't have that much time to study carefully, so he had to understand that this time the battle was bigger than before, which stimulated the ferocity of the ghost owl, and he understood that the ghost owl at this time could not be provoked, so he decided to provoke it.

A mountain-like body rushed to a demon general's side, Ran Buxing did not use his magical powers, but directly stretched out his hand to grab it. His triumphant powers are the Six Desires, and for these demon generals who are controlled by others, the kind of magical power that makes fellow monks fear is no more useful than a small knife. Of course, Ran Bujing's ability is not only six desires. But on this occasion, he trusts his hands more and the judgment of a sharp movement.

The Leg-Breaker was better than the Demon Hunter, because he only had two concepts in his head: live, kill the other. After breaking his leg, his eyes were fixed on the fat man who was rushing over, and he roared and summoned the demon spirit to make up for his injuries while pointing his knees to the ground. The body was still able to jump.

Being able to jump doesn't mean that he can really jump. The knees exerted force, the claws came out of the sheath, but the body of the demon general sank suddenly. Looking down, dozens of demon spirits came in response to the demon general's summons, not to pick up his legs, but to pounce on the wounds and body. Bite like crazy.

The battlefield is second chaotic, and the demon spirit changes

Tearing apart a space hundreds of meters long and cutting off the legs of dozens of demon generals and one monk at a time, such a thing is not a small burden even for a space powerhouse. There is a father's bitter advice first. When the demon hunter made the first wave of counterattacks be contained, Xiao Budian did not continue to cast spells, quietly hid the work, and adjusted the mana to sort out. At the same time, Yamu turned into a demon spirit and blended into the slope, drowning in the patches of ghost heads.

"You can't see me, you can't see me, you can't see me"

Dressed in a hundred illusion gauze clothes, he walked cautiously, knowing that no one would pay attention to a demon spirit in this kind of scene, but he still couldn't help but be terrified.

Hiding in the chaos, Yamu didn't look much different from the spirits around him, and he didn't do much. His body seemed to be smoking, wafting out one after another, one after another, and if you looked closely at it with your mind, you would find that it was a green-headed little ghost, like a green-headed fly with an illusory body magnified ten times.

The little ghosts weren't worth mentioning, but when they spread out and merged into the body of a single demon in an excited manner, the upheaval followed.

The originally fierce but tame demon spirit went crazy, first his body shook, and his flickering eyes showed a few traces of dazedness, and after only half a moment, the daze turned into madness, and the green light in the eyes of the demon spirit rushed towards all the same kind who did not fuse the imps, and frantically tore everything. The bitten demon spirit was initially puzzled, but soon became equally crazy because of the naked killing intent, spreading chaos to the surroundings with each other, and also transmitting shocking madness.

There are monks who specialize in charm, and their smile and smile make people lose their minds, and ghosts are better than humans, and there is a kind of ghost that can make ghosts crazy, or it should be regarded as a kind of poison among ghosts, and the name is inverted charm.

Touched by this kind of ghost, the ghost will go crazy because it is too unlucky, as if all their happiness, luck and other beautiful things have been taken away by that little ghost, and only mold, mold, mold and mold remain.

The ghosts themselves are the most pitiful kind of "creatures", and now they are like this, which is really unbearable for anything with the slightest spirituality, so they go crazy, and they will attack everything around them in a crazy manner, and they are no longer under the control of any liliang.

For such ghost things, ghost cultivators like to call it: unlucky ghosts.

Unlucky ghosts are all bad luck and will eventually die, and in the true sense of the word, so for any ghost cultivator, the charm is something they can't avoid, except for a very small number of "talents" who like to delve into it, no monk is willing to take the initiative to cultivate. After fighting with the demon hunter for many years, the Demon Soul Saint Son thought of this with ingenuity, and felt that he might as well treat the demon spirit as a ghost, maybe he could resist the control of the demon general. Thinking about it, he had to do it, and in the end, Yamu took the opportunity to return to Canglang to find some green head charms, but he didn't have time to try.

It turns out that those who dare to think and do will be rewarded.

The change started at one point and soon swept in all directions, and from time to time the imps tried to deal with the demon generals in the same way. It turned out to be like water entering the sea, and there was no reaction at all. Even if it is a demon spirit, some powerful individuals can suppress the crazy effect brought by the imp, and can only stay "awake" in vain and struggle in the demon sea.

"Aha! If you can use it like this, you should use it like this!"

As Yaki himself said. The method he found has not been sufficiently proven, and it is debatable how effective it is. Where did Thirteen Lang come from to give him the time to slowly verify, and as a last resort, he was forced by the obscene Demon Soul Holy Son to go into danger alone, and while marveling at his masterpiece at this time, he couldn't help but feel uneasy in his heart, and prayed again and again.

"You can't see me, you can't see me, you can't see me"

"Roar!"

The roar showed how angry the demon would be. Instinctively waving its claws, trying to tear those "rebel demons" to pieces, and after a moment of turning, its body suddenly lightened, and the demons who were dragging it flew into the air with a "whoosh!" and fell straight two hundred meters away. Before it could sober up before it did a thunderous fury, a large black shadow obscured its vision, and countless sharp claws and beaks surged up along with the flames, completely drowning it.

Situ. Ran Bu was like a spinning top whirlpooling, and his fat body rose and fell like waves. Shaking off the demon spirit that pounced on it, it also added a few wounds. Gifted, the incision half a foot deep is a fatal wound for ordinary people, even a monk can hardly bear it, but for this fat brother, both sides of the wound are full of white oil, and the deepest is only just seeing blood.

Back seventy years ago. In the battle of the Taoist Academy in Sumeru, Ran Bushu showed the dual cultivation of the Dharma body, leaving He Wenliu, a student of the same period and extremely proud of his temperament, far behind. Seventy years of penance and seventy years of hard fighting, Ran Bushu's cultivation is about to approach the middle of the Yuan Infant Period, and his physical body seems to be stronger than his cultivation. There is no more than one step beyond these demons.

Compared with ordinary self-cultivation people, Ran Bujing has an extra thing that can be called "talent", his liliang is really big, but his body is too fat. Usually he feels that it doesn't matter, but at this moment, he is trapped in the midst of thousands of armies, and these two talents have brought him great help, and no one can copy them.

The injury could not make Ran Bu stop and spin the demons, he rushed at Xiangxia with a silent and resolute attitude, and looked at Xiangxia's next target. He knew very well in his heart that if he could get rid of all those Broken Leg Demon Generals, it would be equivalent to wiping out more than a quarter of the opponent's Liliang except for the Avatar Cultivator;

What should the Avatar Cultivator do? That's not something that Ran Bujing should think about, so he doesn't care.

"Do your own thing!"

In battle, this quality is equally rare and precious

The demons cut off their legs, the demons were dyed with mold, and the two upheavals caused chaos in the camp of the demon hunters.

Without the striker's attack, the sword and stick were able to exert its strongest power, sweeping all the way through the air, tearing apart countless invivid bodies. How can it be said that it is also the joint efforts of dozens of monks, even if the cultivation is not enough, but under the auspices of several major repairs, and with the blessing of the formation, even if its power is not as good as that of the gods, how much worse can it be?

One size fits ten chopsticks, tied together is extremely difficult to cut in two, in exchange for the same liliang horizontal chopsticks arranged in a line of ten chopsticks, you can sweep the leaves in the autumn wind. The sound of the hundred-meter sword and stick was mighty, and the screaming sound lifted pieces of corpses, and the mourning was everywhere. In view of this, the most excited are the students who are in battle with the heart of death, cheering and roaring, struggling to urge and even squeeze the mana in their bodies, desperately trying to continue the attack.

The mayfly really shook the tree, and in the slaughter like chopping melons and vegetables, the old woman and the others finally couldn't bear it, and finally realized that something had changed, and they were ready to take action.

The next moment, their eyes were attracted by the battlefield again, to be precise, by the fierce figure that appeared at some point, and the moment they saw him, the three of them exclaimed at the same time, and the method of casting spells suddenly changed, and the target was changed to themselves.

The three of them have the same idea: self-preservation first.

The third chaos on the battlefield: slaughtered in the midst of the hosts!

(To be continued......)