While Zhao Yan rescued the old blind man who was struggling with the internal strength of the dark luck, he had already transported a stream of pure true qi to the past.

With the help of this external force, the old blind man broke free of the restraints and instantly regained his mobility, and the green tendons on his right hand holding the knife protruded high, showing the anger in his heart at this moment, but he no longer dared to act rashly.

Zhao Yan quietly urged the divine movement to the extreme, and with a heavy afterimage behind him, he suddenly stabbed towards Li Jianjun with a sword.

"Broken copper and iron, you also want to hurt me? Do you know that in this world, the pen is the most powerful existence. ”

Li Jianjun looked down with a stroke of disdain on his face, and a powerful and incomparable spiritual power rippled towards Zhao Yan like ripples.

The long sword in Zhao Yan's hand instantly shattered into countless small pieces of iron, and a sturdy armor exploded, his chest was like a hammer, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his body couldn't help but fly backwards.

"Something with a wolf's heart and a dog's lungs, people like you, the more you read, the more harm you will do to the people. ”

Lao Xiucai threw down the war knife, took out a bald brush from his sleeve, and suddenly stepped up, pointing towards Li Jianjun's acupoint.

"Hehe, I didn't even see that there was actually a disciple of our Confucianism in this. Tried and tested old thing, you're a waste yourself, and you deserve to disdain to be with me?"

Li Jianjun snorted coldly, and suddenly waved his pen and stroked a stroke.

As soon as they came into contact, the bald brush in Lao Xiucai's hand had turned into ashes, and his face turned pale with fright, and he hurriedly poured backwards.

However, his speed was far from the two black scissor-like handwritings, and he was about to be cut in two.

The old beggar suddenly drew his sword, grasped the hilt of the knife with both hands, and slashed at the black handwriting with all his might.

Under the frenzied urging of the true qi, a layer of green light instantly lit up on the knife body.

However, as soon as it touched the crossed handwriting, the war knife was silently cut into two pieces, and the battle knife blessed by True Qi was even more fragile than paper paste before those two handwritings.

"I'm here to save you. ”

The fake old man looked anxious, and understood that the two handwritings could not resist at all, holding the sheath sword, and suddenly pointed it on Lao Xiucai's shoulder, and flew Lao Xiucai diagonally more than two feet away.

The two handwritings suddenly lost their purpose, and instantly and silently sank into the stone pillar the thickness of the bucket in the hall, cutting the stone pillar in half before dissipating.

"Such a powerful supernatural power, what kind of cultivation is he?"

Zhao Yan's eyes were solemn, Li Jianjun just made a random stroke, and he actually made many masters helpless, this is too strong, right?

"This person's strength is at most a child's realm, almost equivalent to the Taoist condensation realm, relying on the relationship of the family to do the position of the superintendent, the reason why it looks so powerful is completely by relying on the pen in his hand, that pen should be a treasure. ”

The old beggar held a half-cut knife in his hand, and said with gloomy eyes.

Zhao Yan said in a deep voice, "Then take his pen first, and then kill him, there are so many of us, how can we not kill a mere condensation realm?"

"Good. Everyone behind him responded in unison, looking at Li Jianjun and staring at him.

"Hehe, if you want to take my treasure and kill me again? A bunch of lowly garbage, you go up together, why am I afraid?"

Li Jianjun was in high spirits, without any fear, and pointed to the inkstone on the table.

The inkstone suddenly flew high, and the thick ink splashed down.

Just before the ink landed, he wrote and drew with the pen in his hand, and soon, the black figures completely outlined by the pen and ink gradually became clear.

"Kill them all. ”

Li Jianjun waved his hand expressionlessly, and those ink people who had no facial features suddenly pounced viciously towards Zhao Yan and the others with their teeth and claws.

Zhao Yan took the lead, taking the lead in catching up with an ink man, and a seven-wound punch hit the ink man in the chest, and the fist burst out, instantly blowing the ink man apart and collapsing.

However, as soon as he fell to the ground, he had regrouped and rushed towards Zhao Yan fearlessly again.

The same is true of the old beggar, the old blind man and others, under the sudden explosion of cultivation, those ink people were defeated, and they collapsed at the touch of a button.

However, in the next moment, those ink people have recovered one after another, and they are simply a group of Xiaoqiang who can't be killed.

The two ink men took advantage of the gap to bypass the masters, suddenly grabbed the limbs of a small leader, and suddenly pulled it with force, and actually tore the small leader into two pieces, and the bloody internal organs flowed to the ground, frightening the last small leader's soul to scatter, and hurriedly fled towards the door.

The two ink men did not chase them out, but turned around and rushed towards Yang Fei and Li Susu, who had been hiding at the end.

Li Susu was frightened, although she was a heroine with strong martial arts, but she had a natural fear of this faceless, demon-like and ferocious Moren.

was so frightened that he even forgot to cast the secret weapon, and hurriedly hid behind Yang Fei.

"Don't be afraid, I will protect you. ”

Yang Fei rarely put away the oil cavity and slippery tone on weekdays, pulled up Li Susu's arm, and showed a variety of changes, drilling around the spacious hall, although the two ink people were extremely fast, they couldn't catch up with the two of them for a while.

"You two go to the courtyard first, and I'll leave these two to me. ”

The fake old man who had his hands free immediately arrived as soon as possible, slashed one ink man in two with a single sword, and split another ink man into collapse with a backhand palm.

"Uncle Chen, you have to be more careful!"

Li Susu was not polite, she was really frightened by these ghostly ink people, and she didn't want to stay in the hall for a moment.

Suddenly, her hand slipped, and Yang Fei's warm and dry palm had broken free from her hand, and at the same time, a voice came from afar, "You take refuge in the courtyard first, and I will help my brother-in-law kill this thief!"

"Dumbo!"

Li Susu's face was full of worry, and he was so anxious that he stomped his feet, wanting to help him pull him back, but he really didn't have the courage to step into the door.

Zhao Yan was also secretly anxious at this moment, at this moment, he had killed no less than twenty ink people, but he was killing more and more, and he was getting farther and farther away from Li Jianjun, who was standing in the center of the hall and splashing ink and painting non-stop.

Many ink people have been entangled with Zhao Yan and others, although they can't help these martial arts masters for a while, but they have been killed like this, and it is only a matter of time before they are consumed and killed.

Li Jianjun was not idle, he kept waving his pen, and the large clouds of ink gradually condensed overhead, and the whole hall suddenly blew fiercely, blowing the candle shadows swaying.

Silver snake-like thunderbolts drilled in and out of the dark clouds overhead, apparently brewing an extremely powerful supernatural power