Two people hurriedly ran out of the team of the Escape Clan, helped the unconscious Xiao Yin back, and checked the injury.

There were a few people who were good friends with Xiao Yin, and they were about to make a move to seek justice for Xiao Yin, but Fan Jian gave Yao Shao a look.

Fan Jian was with them for the past three days, and the tacit understanding was quite high, and Yao Shao immediately understood what Fan Jian meant.

I saw him dancing with both hands, drawing a dragon with his left hand and a rainbow with his right hand.

A wind circle appeared in the sky, wrapped in the smoke of the perverted chili pepper that had not yet dissipated, blowing towards Hao Wu and the others under the white marble archway.

Everywhere the wind circle passed, there was a lot of mourning, and the people of the escapist clan who were still clamoring finally tasted Xiao Yin's taste, and their faces were red and their ears were red, and their lungs were about to cough out.

The wind circle did not stop, and rushed directly down the steps of white marble and rushed up the mountainside.

For a moment, the buildings on the mountainside were all shrouded, and the coughing sound inside shook the sky, and the figures shook, and they ran out of the room and ran towards the foot of the mountain.

"Hahaha, there were ancient fires that burned the company camp and flooded the Seventh Army, today my brother smoked the world, you rats who dare not appear in the world, have all come out?"

Pointing to the people gathered under the archway, Zheng Wei pointed with his hand angrily, as if this exquisite plan was something he came up with.

There are thousands of escapist clans living in the Langya Holy Land, and they were all forced out by Fan Jian, standing under the archway angrily, pointing at Fan Jian and scolding.

"Boy, you dare to use such a shady method, today the old man will teach you a lesson and let you know how to behave?"

An old man flew directly towards Fan Jian, he was Xiao Yin's father, Xiao Yingzong, the great elder of the Escape Clan.

He had already seen that Fan Jian was the leader of this group of people, and he would capture the king first when he captured the thief, and vowed to take Fan Jian.

Xiao Yingzong stepped in the air, with a flick of his right hand, a long sword appeared, and he went straight to Fan Jian's door.

His cultivation is profound, and the chili smoke just now has no effect on him, and he hates Fan Jian for hurting his son, and he also humiliates the escaping clan, so as soon as he makes a move, he takes the key point.

Fan Jian faced the long sword, did not dodge or dodge, and as soon as his mind moved, a water gun appeared in his hand.

Yes, it's a water gun, yellow and blue color, very gorgeous, but it's twice as big as the usual water gun, and he pressed the switch against Xiao Yingzong's long sword that stabbed at him.

A pungent smell instantly spread throughout the square, and the long sword in Xiao Yingzong's hand was sprayed, melting in an instant, leaving only the hilt of the sword in his hand.

Fortunately, he saw that the situation was not good, and avoided the splashing liquid, so he did not spray on his body.

Fan Jian's water gun shot out of the highly corrosive aqua regia, or was it specially processed by physics experts in the Department of Mysterious Affairs.

Not to mention a long sword weighing more than a dozen pounds, even if it is a tank, he can melt it in an instant.

Fan Jian postponed his departure by three days and stayed in the Department of Mysteries, not just studying tactics.

He also asked the dozen or so scientists, according to his ideas, to do many strange things, all of which were stored in his space.

"Boy, it's going to be all the way around, it's just looking for death."

was repelled by Fan Jian's move, Xiao Yingzong suddenly felt that his face was dull, and he scolded loudly.

Because of the water gun in Fan Jian's hand, standing in the air, he didn't dare to get too close, and shot a slashing palm from a distance.

He had already observed Fan Jian, who was neither a cultivator nor an alien, just an ordinary person.

His splitting palm condensed the power of five successes, and it was difficult to dodge with Fan Jian's skill, as long as he was hit, he would definitely break his bones and tendons, and turn into a puddle of flesh.

"What's the hurry, that kid has done a lot of weird things, it's okay."

Afraid that Fan Jian was in danger, Yang Jian was about to step forward and replace Fan Jian.

was pulled by Lao Jun, he has been soaking in the laboratory with Fan Jian for the past few days, and he is very relieved of Fan Jian.

Facing the Great Elder's questioning of his splitting palm, Fan Jian slapped his hand to his chest and stretched out his arms flat.

I saw that the sneakers under his feet spewed out two powerful air currents, which pushed him into the air at once, perfectly dodging the attack range of the splitting palm.

Then two wings grew on his back, slightly inciting, allowing him to stay in the air.

And by changing the direction of the air flow under his feet, he can also move freely in the air, as light as a bird.

This is also his idea, but the idea is his, and the experts in aerodynamics and mechanics contribute to it.

While the Great Elder was still shocked, a thick iron pipe appeared in Fan Jian's hand, and he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

I saw a fire dragon roaring and rushing towards the Great Elder, and the iron pipe contained the highly efficient fuel developed by the experts of the Department of Mysteries.

The Great Elder's spirit slipped away, and he was careless for a while, and he was slower to dodge, and was swept into the corner of his clothes by the flames.

The clothes all over his body burned all at once, and he slapped desperately to extinguish the flames.

But the clothes have been burned, only the underwear is close-fitting, and only a few strips of cloth are left on the outer clothes.

The hair, beard, and eyebrows were all burned messy, completely missing the appearance of the fairy wind bones just now.

"Damn, if I don't cut you with a thousand knives today, the old man swears not to be a man."

The Great Elder was completely blackened, his blackened face became hideous, and his eyes glowed with bloodthirsty light, like a mad beast.

"Here comes the sword."

The Great Elder was in disarray, standing in the void, roaring like a beast, and a swarthy long sword appeared behind him.

The long sword shook violently behind his back, and it was divided into six, and each sword was cold and cold.

This is not the sword technique that Xiao Yin has performed, this is the Twelve Weeks Heavenly Sword that he has cultivated for decades.

Hundreds of years ago, there were a total of twelve sects that migrated to the Langya Holy Land, and each sect's cultivation methods were different.

But as the aura in this world became less and less, many cultivation methods were no longer suitable and were eliminated in desperation.

It can only be preserved in the form of words, and it is shelved and becomes a witness to history.

Only sword cultivation requires the least amount of aura, so the twelve masters have been in retreat for thirty years, gathering the strengths of each faction to create the Twelve Weeks Heavenly Sword Sword Technique.

Five hundred years ago, a patriarch of the Langya Holy Land cultivated the Twelve Weeks Heavenly Sword to the extreme, and he could conjure twelve long swords at the same time, and use this feather to ascend to the immortal.

Since then, all the clansmen in the Langya Holy Land have changed to sword cultivation, and they have practiced the Twelve Weeks Heavenly Sword since the beginning of enlightenment.

Now in the entire Langya Holy Land, the highest cultivation of the Twelve Weeks Heavenly Sword is Hao Yushan, and she can transform into eight swords.

So even if she violated the clan rules, the escapist clan did not execute her, but only put her under house arrest.

Because she has been called a genius since she was a child, she is the most promising person in the Langya Holy Land.

Patriarch Hao Wu can turn into seven swords, and six swords are the limit of the Great Elder, it seems that he has hated Fan Jian to the bone and taken out the ability to take care of the family.

"Go!"

The Great Elder raised his right hand high, pinched a sword trick, and pointed at Fan Jian like a sword, and the six long swords behind him flew out like meteors catching the moon.

"Oh no, this kind of attack, Fan Jian's gadgets can't be stopped."

Lao Jun saw the six swords firing in unison, with the sound of wind and thunder, and immediately saw that Fan Jian was in danger.