Fan Yao's eyes shot a cold light, and after watching the performance of the human nature of the Fuli monks, he no longer delayed time, and the magic power of the moves opened and closed, and every blow carried the power of destroying the world and the earth, beating those Fuli monks to the horror.

If you don't know, even if you beg for mercy at this time, it's useless, I'm afraid that someone would have released the saint logo and raised their hands to surrender.

Li Yuan tried his best to stop most of Fan Yao's killing moves, while muttering to himself, "How can this be? He didn't use secret methods or some forbidden techniques, but how could he recover so quickly, how could he become so powerful?"

It's a pity that no one can give him an answer, Chong Wenliang next to him heard Li Yuan's babbling, and couldn't help but shout anxiously: "Senior Brother Li, why are you still caring about these things at this time? You better think about how to save my life!"

If this was earlier, who would have dared to talk to Liyuan like this? But Liyuan had failed one after another in the great war, and he was no longer the highest person in the middle of the world.

These Fuli monks can also see that if they hadn't involved some of Fan Yao's energy here, I'm afraid that Liyuan would have been defeated and fled. Therefore, when life and death are at stake, there is no usual respect and awe when talking to Liyuan. Even in their hearts, there is a faint resentment towards Liyuan.

Fan Yao's cultivation was under the blessing of the martial soul, and he only felt refreshed. Under the blow, it is often a few points heavier than before, and the cultivation of the whole body is endless, and the two thousands of miles of spiritual energy absorbed before are not wasted at all, all of which are integrated into the sea of dantian qi, and then walk the whole body with the operation of stepping on the mountain and moving the sea.

That's what a warrior should be. In the eyes of others, I have entered the threshold of the Great Monk, and there is no difference in my moves, so from now on, who can see that I am actually the heel of a martial artist?'

Fan Yao's eyebrows fluttered at thought. There's no need to go to great lengths to find excuses in the future.

Watching the Fuli monk gradually begin to change his mind, from the beginning of the only promise to escape at any time, to the current has to fight to the death for survival.

Fan Yao couldn't help but sneer, it can be said that all this was deliberately done by him.

If they kill themselves as soon as they come up, then these monks will flee in all directions, and it will be quite difficult to chase and kill them themselves. Now give them some hope for life, but tie them together, and no one will have the heart to retreat.

Seeing that the time was becoming more and more ripe, Fan Yao's moves gradually became ruthless.

As far as the intention goes, the magic spells are followed, and Fan Yao, who is familiar with the meaning of artistic conception, slowly integrates Liu Haimao's nirvana into the supernatural power.

Liu Haimao, who was taking a sip of wine, saw it clearly, wiped the corners of his mouth, smiled in a low voice, and whispered, "Brother Fan is going to kill." ”

Hearing this, Li Sitong took a closer look at the situation in the field, his phoenix eyes narrowed, and he also whispered: "It doesn't matter if you are injured, try to move forward as much as possible, and be on guard at any time, in case those lucky cubs make a dog jump over the wall in a hurry." ”

Gu Guanyu and Zhang Zhengshan and other people with minor injuries knew what they were doing, and after taking a few steps forward, they sat cross-legged on the ground and made a gesture of resuming their cultivation, but in fact, their cultivation was all over the body, and it should change from time to time.

Not only the Dajing monks, but also the Fuli monks who fought with Fan Yao for a long time also noticed that something was wrong. I was shocked and wanted to retreat, but I was locked by Fan Yao with a powerful cultivation and continuous moves.

Everyone has become a loser, if anyone is forced to withdraw and leave, after missing a closed loop, then the rest of the Daoists will probably be defeated by Fan Yao's blow.

Kong Zhaowen exclaimed: "Not good! This Fan Yao wants to kill us here." Fan Yao, you are so vicious!"

Fan Yao sneered and said, "Each other, if I don't have the current cultivation, then my Dajing Monk will be a dead end." In our general mind, no one should be unwilling. ”

After finishing speaking, looking at the dozen or so Fuli monks in front of him, Fan Yao's heart gradually became cold. I knew in my heart that if I wanted to kill all these people here, I would have to suffer some injuries under the death of the monks, but it didn't matter anymore, and it was a trivial matter to avenge the sacrifices of my comrades.

The fist exploded, and the dragon roared. Each of these means was covered with a dark golden scorching flame, and the town was reflected as if it were day.

No matter what kind of unbearable thoughts the monk had before, now in the face of life and death, he has abandoned his previous suspicions, and everyone has joined hands to fight the enemy, advancing and retreating together, and the scene is extremely tragic for a while.

After Fan Yao seriously injured a Fuli Yuanying monk, he was also attacked by Liyuan and had a palm on his back, but he looked back and smiled, and walked towards Liyuan with a more dignified and vigorous momentum.

Liyuan's body turned into light smoke and tried to dodge, but under the reflection of Fan Yao's divine sense led by the martial spirit, there was nothing to hide, only to see Fan Yao slash into the air with three punches in a row, but let Liyuan appear in embarrassment.

Hurriedly turned into a palm wind hard block, thunderbolts sounded, and Li Yuan staggered back. While the monk stepped forward to share the pressure, he turned into a pitch-black canopy, and the clichéd moves made Fan Yao annoyed.

"That's all you have to offer!

Fan Yao shouted violently, and his two fingers together no longer used the sword intent of the dragon, but fused the sword that comprehended five or six points into it. The sword intent is boundless, and the sword aura is shining brightly. The sword is like a naughty child wielding a wicker, willful and casual.

But the black curtain that had just condensed into the abyss was like light smoke swept by the wind, and in an instant, it was washed away without a trace.

The technique of becoming famous was easily broken by Fan Yao in this way, and Li Yuan couldn't be angry, but was shocked and lost. Chong Wenliang sighed in his heart and shouted loudly: "Don't fight with Senior Brother Li, try to focus on fighting and protect yourself." ”

Li Yuan's mind is exquisitely in this regard, and he can hear that what Chong Wenliang said is all the opposite.

If I am the main fighter, then who will resist Fan Yao's front? This sentence of self-preservation is also ridiculed by me. This Chongwen Liang looks honest and kind, but he is actually a treacherous person.

Fan Yao broke through Liyuan's shady technique, looked at Chongwen Liang and smiled, and said, "Brother Li, you should focus on Youdou." You're leaving your own monks, and you're going to fight me head-on. ”

After speaking, he gave up leaving the abyss, his body was like a ghost, and he had come to Chongwenliang's side after a few flashes, and his fist pointed at the wind and beckoned him fiercely, which meant that he would send Chongwenliang back to the west first.

Chong Wenliang was horrified, and his red face turned pale.

"Senior brother, come and help me!"

Li Yuan suddenly felt that Fan Yao's move was really happy, but he didn't dare to be rash, and hurriedly controlled the flying sword to kill Fan Yao, and said seriously: "Chongwenliang, don't fight with him, it's better to walk around carefully." ”

With the help of the monks, Fan Yao had to collect a few points of cultivation, and evolved a few fists to block the attacks from all sides.

Chong Wenliang finally found a vacancy, his body flashed out of Fan Yao's fist killing power, standing on the ground, a cold sweat couldn't stop flowing down, but his face gradually changed back to the original, but the redder it became, as if he wanted to drip blood, this was obviously frightened.

But before he could come back to his senses, he saw that after Fan Yao blocked the attack of the Fuli monks, he stepped on the ground with his feet, and with the sound of muffled thunder, his body had the potential to tear through the space, and he appeared in front of Chong Wenliang again in the blink of an eye.

Chong Wenliang's face, which was as red as if dripping blood, turned pale again in a blink of an eye, and he was so shocked that his voice was a little out of shape, "Help~!"

I knew that Fan Yao would die faster than the speed, so I poured out my cultivation and desperately used all the strength of the smug spell I knew.

For a while, within a few zhang of Chongwenliang's body, the gang qi was rolling like a wave, and the colorful light was masterpiece, and it was very good-looking.

The cultivation in the body seemed to be free of capital, supporting several tricks of quite consuming cultivation techniques to attack Fan Yao again and again.

After a while, the light of the gang qi dissipated, and Chongwen Liang looked intently, but there was no trace of Fan Yao, but there were a few more Fuli monks around him.

Liyuan's body shook and came to Chong Wenliang's side, and said in a low voice: "Chong Wenliang, your heart is in turmoil. Immediately concentrate and breathe. ”

Chong Wenliang was stunned when he heard this, and after a closer look, he found that Fan Yao was still standing in place, looking at himself with a smile.

"He, he didn't sneak up on me just now?" Chong Wenliang asked in surprise.

Without waiting for Liyuan to speak, Bai Liqing said with a sad face: "He came, but he went back in an instant." Senior Brother Chong, I think we are more than lucky this time. This Fan Yao is obviously making fun of us. ”

Li Yuan frowned and said, "Don't think too highly of Fan Yao. In this case, if he were to kill you, he would have to suffer some injuries, so he had to retreat in the hope of finding another opportunity. ”

Chongwen Liang said in a slumber voice: "Is it just some injuries? You can't kill him here while he is killing me with all his might." No matter how bad it is, it's good to let him be seriously injured. ”

Li Yuan thought about it, and although he was reluctant, he still said truthfully: "With his body speed, it is really difficult to seriously injure him. ”

"In other words, even if someone on our side is willing to sacrifice his life and fight desperately to pester Fan Yao, and the rest of us are fighting with all their might, it will only make him suffer some injuries that have nothing to do with the overall situation, right?"

Bai Liqing asked in disbelief.

Li Yuan had no choice but to nod helplessly.

Bai Liqing squinted at Fan Yao, who was slowly walking towards them, and muttered, "I'm really unwilling." I know that he is very strong, but with so many of us desperately, we can't do it even with the end. There's no other way to leave Senior Brother?"

Li Yuan sighed, and the head he had just nodded began to shake again.

Thinking about it, he was still unwilling, knowing that there could be no answer, he still asked: "Fan Yao, I really want to know, what realm are you? Also, when you and I first fought on the Foggy Sea Mountain, were you really just a monk in the late Yuan Infant period at that time?"