Xu Fan's face turned cold, he raised his hand a little, and a wisp of qi rushed out, and in an instant, a great monk who rushed in front flew out, and there was a large piece of blood splashed in the air on his chest.

Seeing that the figures of several great monks on the side were stagnant, and one great monk was pierced by the strong wind in this way, this was just a face.

The rest of the people didn't dare to hesitate, and they all released several qi barrier barriers in front of them, forming a heavy shield to guard against Xu Fan's sneak attack.

At the same time, the sandworm beast was attacked by dozens of qi winds, twisting its injured body, causing Lan Yan'er, Lu Yaoqing, Liu Zong, and others who were standing on its back to fall down one after another.

Fortunately, the rest of the monks responded, so that they would not be hit and crushed by the body of the attacked sandworm beast.

More than twenty great monks were vigilant against Xu Fan's sneak attack, and at the same time, they were also trying to throw out more than a dozen qi machines, attacking Xu Fan's vital points like sharp blades.

For the layers of strong qi machines, Xu Fan turned his body, and the footwork under his feet changed rapidly, like an afterimage, fast as the wind, dodging more than a dozen qi machines, and only occasionally a few faint wisps of qi flew over his robe, leaving a shallow gap.

In the face of so many enemies, Xu Fan didn't dare to hold it up, and he operated the only remaining cyclone acupoint in his body, and the meridians in his body flowed with bright cyan qi, and he immediately ran the Dao Gate Technique "Hundred Split Body Method."

The 100-part method is the most basic practice method of the six sects of Taoism, which allows monks to rely on the vitality of heaven and earth to differentiate into incarnations, and in the process of opposing the enemy, many to one, often called "more to bully less" by other monks.

It's just that Xu Fan now only has a cyclone acupoint in his body, and the surrounding heaven and earth vitality is not pure enough, and his operation of the "Hundred Parts Method" can only be similar to the form, which is used to confuse the enemy.

Even if he runs the Dao Gate Technique, in the face of a large number of people, his strength is far higher than his own, and the surging qi in his body is far beyond him, Xu Fan will inevitably be hurt by the chaotic qi wind.

"Hiss~hiss~"

Several more unavoidable winds of qi pierced the robe, leaving several shallow scars on the arms, back, and calves.

Looking down at the robe on his arm that was torn by the strong wind, and there was a faint trace of blood in the depths, Xu Fan frowned, and glanced towards the front right, a pair of cold eyes like the gaze of death. The archmonk who was being targeted felt his body tremble, as if he couldn't move at all.

In the next moment, a bright cyan qi qi qi wind continued to expand in the great monk's pupils, and even if he was reminded by his companions, he didn't move at all as if he was nailed to the air.

Immediately, a "poof" sound was heard, and a wisp of qi wind easily cut through the monk's qi barrier, and the heavy qi shield did not play a role at all.

In less than a few breaths, two great monks died.

At this time, the rest of the people could see clearly what the wisp of qi qi that was lingering around Xu Fan was, it was actually a bright cyan qi sword the size of a thumb.

"I turned my sword into a sword!"

"How is this possible? You're just an ordinary monk, and you have such a super luck technique!"

Duanmu Cheng was still trying to control the "little black dot", and a touch of surprise flashed in his heart when he saw the two great monks of the worship hall fall in front of his eyes.

If he did it himself, he would have to entangle for a while before he could kill two great monks.

Unexpectedly, the young man below just took a few breaths and let the two great monks fall.

"This person must not stay, otherwise it will be a great disaster for the Lan clan!"

Thinking so in his heart, Duanmu Cheng continued to operate the cyclone acupoint in his body, and a surging qi machine gushed out along the palm of his hand, and the huge palm phantom condensed a little more, constantly restraining the "small black dots".

The huge palm phantom grabbed the "little black man" tightly, causing it to fly at a slight halt, but only a little.

This made Duanmu Cheng's brows furrowed, and the surprise in his heart became more and more intense, he didn't expect this unknown "magic weapon" to be so strong, he had already used thirty percent of the qi machine, and transferred the qi of twenty cyclone points in his body, but he still couldn't completely control it.

As for the battlefield below, he had no time to care about it at the moment, so he could only let everyone try their best to drag Xu Fan.

Once he subdues the "little black dot", then Xu Fan will not be a problem.

Seeing that Xu Fan had killed the two great cultivators so easily, the look of worry in Lan Yan'er's eyes who fell on the grass in a panic had decreased slightly, but when she noticed the sporadic scars on Xu Fan's robe, she couldn't help but feel worried.

I don't know if I'm worried about Xu Fan, or if I'm worried about their Lan clan.

The increasingly dense qi and strong winds continued to bombard Xu Fan's body, and some aftermath attacks were directed at the sandworm beast.

Knowing that Xu Fan defeated more than a dozen great monks with one move last time, this time they attacked very fiercely, and the offensive was even more impenetrable, not giving Xu Fan any chance to resist.

Due to the continuous devouring of the "small black dots", Duanmucheng's qi power shrouded Xu Fan's body was compressed by half, and it could no longer affect him.

In the face of the increasingly fierce qi and the loss of Duanmucheng's qi pressure, Xu Fan was calm, his body turned into an afterimage, changing instantly, avoiding most of the qi wind, as for those qi and strong winds that could hurt him, he also tried his best to suppress them, and at the same time raised his hand to fight back.

Duanmucheng was pulled by the "little black dot" and couldn't free his hand for a while.

And the great monks who surrounded and killed Xu Fan could not do substantial damage, and most of the qi and strong wind attacks fell on the afterimage behind Xu Fan.

"It's weird! Never seen before! Is he really an ordinary monk?"

"Ordinary monks? An ordinary monk would have the ability to control alien beasts? Would an ordinary monk have a life-saving weapon?"

Lan Yan'er didn't care about the voices of everyone behind her, but walked towards Lan Yan of the Six Clans and Lan Miao of the Eight Clans, staring at Xu Fan who was constantly changing positions in mid-air out of the corner of her eyes.

If the two sides continue to consume like this, even if Xu Fan is captured, the Lan Clan's Worship Hall will suffer heavy losses.

She could clearly see the increasingly solemn worry in the eyes of the elders of the six clans and the elders of the eight clans.

Seeing that the eldest lady rushed in the direction of the two clan elders, Liu Zong and several other great monks also followed, and Lu Yaoqing and others also followed.

At this time, they were all great cultivators of the Lan clan, and they had to unite with the outside world and find a way to solve the current dilemma.

Everyone could see clearly that Duanmu Cheng couldn't get out for a while, and in everyone's eyes, he seemed to be tightly controlling the "little black dot", so that it couldn't escape from his huge palm phantom.

However, Duanmu Cheng was horrified in his heart, he had already operated thirty cyclone points and called fifty percent of the qi engine, but it only trapped the "little black dot", unable to block it and the qi traction of the kid below.

This made Duanmu Cheng very annoyed, looked at the people who had walked down Lan Yan and Lan Miao, and said in a deep voice, "Lu Yaoqing, why don't you guys fight together?"

Who knows, as soon as he finished shouting, Lu Yaoqing spit out a mouthful of blood, his pale face became more and more pale, and even the more than ten people behind him were weak, covering the corners of his mouth and panting, and from time to time some blood could overflow.

People couldn't help but shake their heads, and came to Lan Yan and Lan Miao, the two clan elders, making the two clan elders embarrassed to let them join the battle. Z.br>

Lu Yaoqing didn't pretend to be injured, the qi and blood and qi of their group had been devoured by the sandworm beasts before, and they were still weak at this time, and they couldn't work at all.

If it hadn't devoured the qi and blood of more than ten great monks, the sandworm beast would not have been able to withstand the repeated attacks of more than thirty great monks, although it was only the aftermath that hurt it, after all, it was the qi and strength of more than thirty great monks.

"Sixth grandfather, eighth grandfather, can't you stop and talk about it? If you do this, if—"

Lan Yan'er saw the cold glint in the eyes of the two clan elders, and there was no kindness in front of her in the past, only warning.

"Yan'er, you can't indulge this son with your father's usual favor, we must catch him!"

Lan Miao knew that her tone was a little cold, and she sighed, her voice slowing down

Quite a bit, explained, "You haven't been to the north, that canyon is too dangerous, full of rampaging beasts, once you break out of the north canyon, our Lan clan..."

"What's going on? How can a strange beast run amok?"

At this time, she noticed the dried blood stains on Lan Miao's sleeve robe, if it weren't for the very dangerous time, the high-level of the Lan clan, especially the clan elders, would not participate in the fierce battle, they were the last foundation of the Lan clan.

When she saw Lan Miao's broken cuffs, she closed her lips tightly and had to look at the void silently.

It's just that she didn't expect that more than 30 great monks are now divided into two places, more than 20 people besiege Xu Fan, and more than 10 people besiege sandworms and beasts.

If they attack one place together, maybe there will be a chance of victory, but now it is good, they are divided into two places, and the original advantage has become a stalemate.

The sandworm beast was constantly being beaten, and dozens of qi winds tilted violently into the body of the sandworm beast like a torrential rain, but it only left a shallow damage on the thick scales.

Even the "hissing" wails of the sandworm beast didn't seem to be as piercing as Lan Yan'er had heard before.

On Xu Fan's side, two more great monks' arms were cut off by the strange qi sword, and a large amount of blood was dripping from the stump, so the two great monks could only retreat quickly, for fear that Xu Fan's qi sword would penetrate through their backs and fall here.

"How is this possible?"

Duan Mucheng looked at the situation below, which became more and more unfavorable to several parties. There was also a trace of anxiety in his heart, but he was firmly trapped by the "little black dot" and couldn't get out at all.

The temptation of a magic weapon is too great for him, and he is unwilling to give up.

However, the situation below is becoming less and less optimistic, and the more than twenty great monks who are besieging Xu Fan only dare to cruise around the periphery at this time, and do not dare to step forward again.

The wisp of bright cyan qi sword around Xu Fan's body, like a man of death, was extremely fast, far exceeding the qi qi qi released by the great cultivators.

If you are not careful, you will be pierced through the body, and the qi barrier on the great monk's body will be torn apart like a piece of paper.

Lan Yan'er showed a look of relief on her face, while Lan Yan, Lan Miao and the others were like living ghosts, and the great monks of the Lan Clan's Offering Hall had no choice but to let him shuttle at will.

Even in the canyon to the north, the great monks of the Lan Clan's worship hall could join forces to kill more than a dozen rampaging foreign beasts, so that those strange beasts could only stop in the canyon and could not continue south.

At this moment, more than 20 great monks can only stalemate.

Lan Miao really couldn't stand it anymore, and shouted to the more than ten great monks on the other side, "Don't worry about that strange beast for now, let's shoot together and capture that kid!"

"Clan Elder..." As soon as Lan Yan'er spoke, Liu Zong beside her pulled her sleeve robe, and motioned to her with her eyes not to persuade her anymore.

So far, it is useless for anyone to persuade him, Liu Zong raised his finger and pointed to the void, and reminded in a low voice,

"Miss, Deacon Duanmu can't stand it anymore, we might as well wait quietly."

Following the direction pointed by Liu Zong, Lan Yan'er noticed that the expression on Duanmu Cheng's face became more and more solemn, and even a touch of hideousness appeared, this expression was the first time she had seen this deacon.

In the past, the gentle and elegant Duanmu Deacon actually appeared like this.

Duanmu Cheng's heart became more and more mindful, it was really unbearable, and the qi machine around his body skyrocketed instantly, forcing out the limit of his body!

Forty cyclone points were all moving, and ninety percent of the qi surged to the palm of his hand, even puffing up the tendons and veins on his arm.

Immediately, a terrifying aura poured out of his palms.

An even larger palm phantom appeared above everyone's heads, and there was even an extremely faint ray of bright cyan light emitting from it.

The phantom of the palm of his hand suddenly grabbed it, completely submerging the "little black dot".

At the same time, a mouthful of blood overflowed from the corner of Xu Fan's mouth, and his body shook with it.