Chapter 8 Falling Clouds Real People

Under the night moon, black shadows rushed towards the inn, and there were even fogs that wrapped the entire inn.

A strong aura of death was permeating the air above the inn.

At this time, Bu Fan was sitting cross-legged on the bed, although part of the power in his body returned, making him reach the third-order initial realm, but Bu Fan could still feel that there was an even more powerful force in his body.

His realm is more than that, but he can't dig it out now!

Suddenly, a sense of crisis hit his heart, which was due to the intuition of being a martial artist in his previous life, and he opened his eyes suddenly, and his heart accelerated at this moment.

He cautiously walked towards the door, ready to open it, but unexpectedly, a long knife slashed directly through the crack in the door.

Bu Fan was startled, Yuan Li wrapped his arm, grabbed the long knife directly, and then forced, and the long knife made of stainless steel was broken in half.

"Who are you?" Suddenly, there was a loud shout from next door, it was Hui'er!

Bu Fan was shocked in his heart, and the terrifying power smashed the door to pieces, and the man in black behind was directly blasted away.

"Hui'er!" Bu Fan opened and closed, a pair of iron fists blasted countless people in black, and ran towards the next door, in that room, the sword qi was rampant, and the screams kept coming out, and then he saw Hui'er's clothes stained with blood, turned around and rushed out.

But as soon as he took a step, a third-order martial artist in the back grabbed his wrist, and his right hand was painful and sent away the long sword, and then the man pulled hard, and his left hand clasped Qin Xuehui's throat!

"Who are you, let Hui'er go!" shouted Bufan, who was surrounded by many bandits at the moment, and although he couldn't hurt him, he couldn't save people.

"We are the ones who want your life!" The martial artist grabbed Qin Xuehui's neck, and walked towards Bufan step by step with a hideous face.

"Bold, do you know who I am?" Hui'er was a little flustered, she had never seen such a scene after all!

"I don't care who you are, I only know who Luoyun Village has a crush on, and no one can escape!" the big man smiled hideously, and at the same time teasingly blew hot air on Hui'er's ear, so smoked that Qin Xuehui almost fainted.

"Hmph, what is Luoyun Village? If you let Hui'er go, I will spare you from dying!" The Xuanyuan Sword Technique in Bu Fan's hand had already condensed out, and a sword qi raged out, and a deep pit was pierced out of the ground by the swallowed sword. He was intimidating the other party and growing his momentum.

"My master is a martial demon, if you know each other, let me go quickly. Hui'er also rolled her eyes and agreed!

"Haha! Martial Demon? It's funny, your little girl said that it was almost the same as a martial demon! How could a martial demon come to this small place, besides, he had been missing for three years and had no news, who could believe the words of your female doll!" At the same time, he also sealed the power in Qin Xuehui's body with the method of acupoints, and threw her to the subordinates around him.

"Take her back, no one is allowed to touch her!" The third-order martial artist didn't dare to go too far on the spot, because after all, he still had to deal with Bufan.

Bu Fan looked at everything in front of him, and there was a burst of murderous intent in his eyes, Hui'er was his only friend now, and he was not willing to allow his friend to be poisoned by this.

Xuanyuan's sword technique was filled with fierce sword rays, and Bufan's killing intent enveloped the inn.

"I said, let her go, I won't die around you, otherwise I will turn Luoyun Village over!"

"Haha, what an arrogant boy, how powerful my Luoyun Village is, how can you not imagine this boy who is high in the sky! Quickly hand over the belongings in my hand, I am in a good mood to surround you without dying, and let you be my slave forever!" The hideous bandit suddenly pulled out a long sword, which was Qin Xuehui's thing, and the cold light on it shone out, and bursts of cold air passed from it.

"Haha, it's really a good sword, and it's not in vain for you to die under this sword!" The big man came up and slashed with a sword, and the terrifying energy cut everything in this garden.

The surrounding bandits dispersed and gave up the venue to Bu Fan and this third-order powerhouse.

Bu Fan's pupils constricted, the opponent's strength was very strong, but he was not a vegetarian either, and a violent Xuanyuan sword qi slashed out with his backhand, knocking it back.

"Haha, good boy, sure enough, there are two hits, no wonder you can kill the remnant eagle, but now you will definitely be killed by me, I haven't felt like this kind of battle for a long time, haha, cool!" The man laughed hideously, looked at Bu Fan like a plaything, and the cold sword kept stabbing him.

"Is it? it's cooler in the back!" Bu Fan sneered in his heart, his killing intent was undisguised, those who deceived me must pay the price of blood.

"Xuanyuan Wentian, you can die!" Bu Fan did not plan to entangle again, but was ready to kill in one fell swoop, catch up with the group of bandits who returned to the cottage with Hui'er, and save Hui'er.

"Haha, boy, you are too capable of pretending, you can imitate the legendary moves, do you think you are a former martial demon?" the hideous man sarcastically sarcastically attacked Bu Fan even harder, as if to tease.

"Hmph!" Bu Fan let out a cold snort, he had a trace of understanding of the Xuanyuan Sword Technique when he was meditating at night, a thought rose in his heart, and the violent Yuan Force erupted from his hand, and then condensed into a condensed golden sword, but it did not leak a trace of sword qi, and then slashed out towards the big man!

"Haha, it's too weak!" the martial artist laughed fiercely, and then slashed straight down with the long sword in his hand, but when he hit Xuanyuan's sword qi, he regretted it, and the Yuan Force directly tore his arms alive, one broken arm flew out directly, and the other hung down weakly.

"Ah, boy, you are looking for death!" he became even more hideous, and his face contorted. But Bu Fan still sneered, his body rushed forward, and a sword qi slashed directly, piercing his eyebrows, and the corpse of the severed arm slowly fell.

After Bu Fan finished killing people, he didn't hesitate on the fourth, and quickly ran out of the inn, holding Xuanyuan Sword Qi in his hand, and ran in the direction where the thief left with Hui'er.

There were several bandits who stood in the way along the way, all of whom were ruthlessly killed by Bufan, and there was no need for a trace of mercy to this group of fierce and evil people.

Bufan's eyebrows were full of worry, after all, Hui'er was his benefactor, even if he died, he couldn't let her have an accident!

The body technique was displayed to the extreme, and Bu Fan broke out of the city wall of Yancheng as if it was a gust of wind, and then hurried along the footprints of the group of people.

"I didn't expect that you kid still has some strength, the third child couldn't kill you, and you chased him here!"

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of Bu Fan, he was wearing a Taoist robe and had a childish face. Holding the dust whisk in his hand, there is a light aura exuding from his body.

"Luoyun Zhenren?" Although Bu Fan has a killing intention, he doesn't dare to act rashly, because this person in front of him is very strong!

"Hehe, I didn't expect you to know my name, very good, boy, today I will give you a way to live and join me Luoyun Village!" Luoyun Zhenren beckoned to Bufan.

"Dream!" Buvan was decisive!

"Oh, that's good, if you don't want to, you can die!" There was not a trace of fire in Luoyun Zhenren's words, and as soon as he shook off the dust, a hurricane suddenly struck, and all the rocks involved in it shattered. The tearing intent will envelop Bufan in an instant, wanting to tear him apart

Bu Fan was fearless, holding the Xuanyuan Sword Qi and slashing forward above the hurricane, a fierce battle was inevitable.