"Is it a ghostface again?"

Xiao Fan's first impression was that on his way to Haoyue Sect a few months ago, Xiao Wei had brought more than a dozen ghost-faced people to kill him, and he still remembered it vividly.

"Damn, if my eldest brother has any three longs and two shorts, I will let those turtle bastards die badly!" Wu Zhen roared like thunder, shaking the surrounding trees trembling slightly, and he got up and was about to rush in the direction of Niujia Village.

"Wait, now settle your sister-in-law, I'll go with you!"

Xiao Fan's mind was always clear, and he grabbed Wu Zhen.

Wu Zhen glanced back at his sister-in-law, and saw that her face was pale and thin, and he couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart: "Sister-in-law, I will settle you down now and then go to my eldest brother!"

The young woman shook her head and said, "I'm fine, it's okay to breathe, you guys go quickly, you must rescue Dawu safely!"

"Sister-in-law, don't worry, even if I fight hard, I will rescue my eldest brother!"

The two helped the young woman back to the fire, the woods were very safe, there were no monsters, Xiao Fan left Feifei and Wu Zhen's wind speed tiger to protect the young woman, and the two went in the direction of Niujia Village.

The two of them rushed all the way, and before it was dawn, they rushed to Niujia Village, which was surrounded by mountains, and ordinary villagers had to walk for several days to reach the nearest city, and there were no other villages within a radius of 100 miles.

There are less than 100 households in Niujia Village, all of which are simple thatched houses, and after Xiao Fan and the others entered the village, they did not feel a trace of vitality at all, but instead burst of dead air on their faces.

Coming to the center of the village in one breath, barren and lifeless, it was very different from the atmosphere on weekdays, full of weirdness, Wu Zhen raised his eyebrows, and immediately shouted: "Go to the back mountain to see!"

The two of them rushed out of the village in a few steps and headed for the open space in the back mountain.

The two of them were like phantoms in the night, invisibly shuttling in the darkness, after hurrying through a forest, they saw dozens of people dressed in black and wearing bronze hideous ghost masks standing here, and after seeing Xiao Fan and the two, no one gave orders, and they automatically surrounded them.

"Sure enough, those people?"

Xiao Fan thought in his heart, he was sure that these ghost-faced people in front of him were the same group of people as the ghost-faced people who ambushed him a few months ago, and he didn't know what sect they were or what their relationship was with Xiao Wei, in other words, he didn't know what the relationship was with his second uncle? But it was definitely not the Xiao family's power, or it was not a force that had a relationship with the Xiao family.

"Death to the trespassers! Don't let them take another step forward, ruining the devil's plan!"

Many ghost-faced people didn't say much, and directly rushed up and besieged Xiao Fan and the others.

"The wind is surging!"

Xiao Fan was not verbose, and slapped it directly with one palm, and a wave of earth was set off between the trees, and it blasted over with a violent aura.

Bang bang bang......

I saw that one by one the bronze ghost envoys flew out like cannonballs, and the most recent one also landed thirty meters away, and a recessed palm print appeared on his chest, lying motionless on the ground.

"Thirteen Absolute Sticks!"

Wu Zhen's eyes were blood-red, and at this time, he saw that the ghost-faced man was even more violent, dancing the long stick like a raging storm, and the thigh-thick stick shadows were picked up, and the dozen or so bronze ghost-faced people around him were blown out.

The cultivation of these bronze ghost-faced people is the strength of the seventh or eighth layer of the body refining realm, and they kill people like hemp on weekdays, but they didn't expect that these two children were so strong that they would be easily defeated, and they would be killed with the momentum of the autumn wind sweeping the leaves, and the ghost-faced people who died in the hands of the two of them were no less than fifty or sixty people.

"The Soul Devouring Array has not been completely completed yet, and these two must not be allowed to enter the hinterland of the back mountain!"

An exclamation sounded, and then more and more bronze ghost-faced people poured out from the back mountain, and the black pressure swept over, about hundreds of people.

Xiao Fan and the two of them were almost red-eyed, and they didn't care about any martial arts moves, they pushed their true qi out to the extreme, and frantically swayed around, because of the gap in cultivation, plus the two of them were originally gifted geniuses, and their strength was far superior to that of ordinary masters in the early stage of the Transformation Realm, and then the two of them were already furious, and their attack power was greatly improved compared to usual, these bronze ghost-faced people only had the life of being killed in seconds, and one after another bronze ghost envoys fell to the ground, and blood flowed like a river.

After a while, Xiao Fan and the two of them had already opened a bloody path, they were almost stepping on the corpse, their clothes were stained with bright red blood, but the two pairs of blood-red eyes were still looking forward without blinking, making everyone timid, no one dared to approach the two of them for half a step, and took the initiative to get out of the way.

The two gradually approached the hinterland of the back mountain, only to see that hundreds of meters in front of them were shrouded in a black strange cloud, forming a semicircle and buckling on the ground.

Within the black clouds, hundreds of people stood here, dressed as ordinary villagers, but their postures were stiff, and their eyes were blank, as if they had lost their souls.

In the center of the crowd, a high platform was built, on top of the high platform stood a purple banner with strange runes painted on it, and below the banner banner, a young man in a black robe sat there quietly, his face was as pale as paper, and at first glance it was caused by the perennial cultivation of yin and evil skills, and the magic tricks in his hands were tightly locked, sometimes changing continuously, obviously operating the entire formation.

On one side of the high platform, a man wearing a golden ghost mask stood beside the young man, as if he was protecting the young man, obviously attaching great importance to the formation.

"Stop them, if they destroy the formation of the devil, we will not end well!"

Just when Xiao Fan and the two of them were approaching the hinterland of the back mountain like a broken bamboo, sixteen ghost-faced people with silver masks suddenly appeared, and one of them had already approached Xiao Fan and the two, each of them was not weak in breath, and they were all true realm martial artists.

"The storm is changing!"

"Sweep through a thousand armies!"

Xiao Fan and Wu Zhen made a move at the same time, and it was an overwhelming burst of light and shadow that swept in all directions, and these sixteen silver ghost-faced people were naturally not fuel-efficient lamps, they all slapped a palm, supporting a large net of true qi above the two of them, covering the sky and the sun, and pressing down on their heads like covering the sky, instantly suppressing the fluctuations of Xiao Fan's true qi and the two of them, and the move collapsed.

"One stick!"

Wu Zhen burst into tears, the muscles of his whole body increased sharply, the green tendons on his forehead jumped like a small snake, the breath of his whole body increased several times, and the iron rod in his hand immediately merged into the huge true qi light, forming a huge pillar of light more than ten meters long, rushing towards the sky, the net of more than ten meters was immediately shattered, and the sixteen people immediately burst back seven or eight steps as soon as they were shocked.

"Storm and Clouds!"

Xiao Fan's eyes are extremely sharp, at this time is the weakest defense of the sixteen people, seize this moment of opportunity, and immediately release the strongest style of the Great Wind Cloud Palm, which is also one of Xiao Fan's two major killing moves, the world seems to be dark, and a sense of Xiao Killing spreads, I don't know how many palms were shot at this moment, each palm is not lower than the level of the late stage of the True Realm, even if the martial artists in the late stage of the True Realm will definitely not have a good time in the face of these countless palm prints. I saw the black palm shadows roaring out layer upon layer, attacking the various key points of the sixteen people.

Boom Boom!

Each palm shadow exploded like a cannonball, hitting sixteen people, and several people hurriedly used their body protection true qi to resist, but they were still half a minute slower, only to see that ten people had been bombarded by the exploding palm shadows, and a large amount of blood shot out of their bodies, and they flew out upside down.

There were only six of them, their cultivation was slightly higher, and in the middle stage of the Transformation Realm, they were slightly faster, and they immediately retreated more than twenty steps, avoiding Xiao Fan's attack range and escaping a catastrophe.

"Wind and Rain Fourteen Sword Tricks!"

Listening to the sound of "Zheng", Xiao Fan's Absolute Dust Sword was unsheathed, he didn't intend to leave a respite for a few people, and came up with another big killing move. The figure had already turned into fourteen phantoms, stabbing out countless sword rays, like a torrential rain in a violent wind, shooting at the six people from all angles, extremely dense and unguardable.

Puff puff......

The six of them struggled to resist, and almost used all their strength to rush out of the fourteen afterimages, but they were already covered with sword wounds, their strength was greatly damaged, their faces were full of horror, and their strength could not be exerted three or four out of ten.

"It seems that these two boys are not simple, they should be the disciples of that sect, and they still need my help to solve it!

On the high platform, the golden-colored ghost-faced man said.

(Long Teng doesn't ask for anything, just ask friends who like the sword god to collect it, it's already eight hundred collections, and strive to break through one thousand as soon as possible!)