"Huangkou Xiaoer, how dare you be presumptuous!"

As soon as Qian Bufeng's words fell, an angry shout immediately came out, and then a white-bearded old man wearing a black magic cloak quickly fell from the sky.

The old man's cloak was embroidered with three black and white magic balls on the left chest, revealing his extraordinary identity as a third-order magician.

Qian Bufeng looked at the old man and grinned, and said, "Finally, there is someone who can fight!"

Saying that, he actually directly unfolded his body technique, mobilized all the thunder power and aura in his body, turned into blue electric light, and shot straight towards the old man.

Seeing this, the old man sneered and shouted, "Arrogance!"

In such a loud shout, I saw his body shook, and then black magic energy continued to gush out, and then all of it gathered in his palms.

Buzz!

The old man's lips flew up and down, and after a string of complicated incantations came out of his mouth, the black magic energy in his palm flew wildly in an instant, and a moment later it actually formed a huge black mist palm of more than ten zhang.

The five fingers of this huge black mist palm stretched out, like a black cloud covering the sky and the sun, and shrouded Qian Bufeng who rushed towards the body's electric light.

Woohoo!

Although this black mist palm was extremely large, his speed was as fast as lightning.

I only heard the sound of the broken wind swishing, and for a moment I saw that it had already covered the top of Qian Bufeng's head, and then when the latter was still five or six meters away from the old man, he pressed his head down.

At this moment, Qian Bufeng's figure was instantly submerged by this black mist palm.

Snort!

I could only hear the sound of a few thunderbolts exploding, and I could vaguely see bursts of flickering electric light coming out of the black mist in the palm of his hand, obviously Qian Bufeng was struggling to break free from the shackles of this palm.

Seeing this, the old man smiled coldly and said, "Even if you have excellent combat strength, there is nothing you can do in the face of my Heavenly Demon Hand!"

"As long as you are trapped by my Heavenly Demon Hand, within a moment or three, you will be turned into a pool of blood!"

As soon as his words fell, Qian Bufeng's sneer came out: "The carving insect is a small skill, and you dare to make a big deal of nonsense here!

As soon as these words came out, I saw that Qian Bufeng, who was trapped in the hands of the black mist, flashed in his eyes, and then turned over his hand and felt out a demon-devouring thunder, which was directly detonated.

Rumble!

Under the firelight, a loud noise was heard.

I saw that the black mist's big hand trembled a few times, and then a strange smell wafted out, and the black mist flew wildly as if it had encountered a terrifying nemesis in an instant, and in just one second, it had already turned into nothingness.

The old man looked at this situation, his face changed greatly, and he was shocked: "This is so possible?!"

As soon as the words came out, he smelled the strange fragrance, and then the expression on his face changed again: "This smell...... It's Yuka Kira!!"

When he finished the last word, his whole body instantly froze in place, because at this moment, the magic energy in his body had stopped working under the effect of the strange fragrance of Yuxiang Qiluo.

Qian Bufeng's figure was quite embarrassed at this time, just now he detonated the Demon Devouring Thunder at close range It was really a helpless move, the aftermath of the explosion shattered the robe on his body, and there were a few more shocking scars on his body, and at this time, the qi and blood in his body were surging badly, but he was actually seriously injured.

If he hadn't cultivated the Thunder Dragon Technique, his body would have been extremely strong a long time ago, and he was afraid that he would have died directly in the aftermath of the terrifying explosion of the Demon Devouring Thunder.

However, although he was seriously injured at the moment, he also knew that the fighter plane was fleeting.

That old man was a true third-order magician, and the effect of Yuxiang Qiluo could only last for four seconds at most!

And those four seconds, two seconds have passed now.

Therefore, when it was too late, Qian Bufeng forcibly endured the severe pain in his body, bent his palms into claws, and terrifying thunderbolts wound up, and then beat wildly at his fingertips.

"Thunder Dragon Sky Splitting Claw!"

In the midst of the loud shouts, Qian Bufeng stepped forward, and in a flicker, he had already arrived in front of the old man, and then his fingertips wrapped around the right claw of the beating thunder and drilled towards his chest.

At this moment, there was only one second left of Yuka Kira's effect.

Therefore, although this old man is a third-order magician, the demonic energy in his body has completely stopped working at this moment, so he has no power to resist Qian Bufeng's blow.

Bang!

In the sound of thunder exploding, a dull sound came, and the clothes in front of the old man's chest were instantly torn into pieces, and then five deep charred black fingerprints were burned on his chest, and his body shot out backwards like a cannonball in an instant.

Wow!

In the process of reversing, his face turned extremely pale, and a large mouthful of red blood erupted from his mouth the moment he fell to the ground.

After a while, he raised his head with difficulty, pointed to Qian Bufeng, who was half-bent over not far away, panting, and opened his mouth for a long time before he spit out a word: "You ......."

In fact, Qian Bufeng is already at the end of the strong crossbow at this moment, and under the continuous battle, the aura in his body is about to be exhausted.

And just now he was blown up by the Demon Devouring Thunder again, and he was already a little unstable even standing on his feet.

However, if you lose, you don't lose the battle, Qian Bufeng has no good impression of the people here, and after he uses the final powerful blow "Thunder Dragon Sky Splitting Claw" to knock down the third-order magician, he will also appear to provoke him.

Whew!

Qian Bufeng took two deep breaths, then raised his eyes to look at the old man, and said, "What are you? Do you think that you are very powerful if you are a third-order magician?

After the old man heard Qian Bufeng's words, he was speechless for a while, after all, he was really defeated, and the defeat was inexplicable, and the defeat was miserable.

He couldn't understand how Qian Bufeng used to break his Heavenly Demon Hand, and he couldn't understand why Qian Bufeng was able to drive the fragrance of Yuxiang Qiluo to stop his magic energy.

Even a word, aggrieved!

I don't know how to lose.

Therefore, after listening to Qian Bufeng's angry words, the old man's face turned pale again, and he spit out a mouthful of blood with a wow, and then closed his eyes and went to his soul.

Qian Bufeng chuckled lightly, shook his body a few times, looked around, and said with the last trace of strength: "There is no one who can fight! A bunch of garbage!"

Shout!

As soon as he finished speaking, a silver needle flew from the shadows.

The speed of this silver needle is not fast, and Qian Bufeng can see the trajectory of its flight.

But at this moment, he was already in a state of collapse, so he could only watch the silver needle get closer and closer to him, and then shoot into his left arm with a "pop".

"You fuck, play with the ..... of the pussy"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qian Bufeng's body became weak, and then his eyes went black, and he fainted to the ground.