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A dilapidated van drove slowly down a country road. All four people in the car sat solemnly, without any communication with each other.

More than an hour passed, and the van finally stopped in front of a dilapidated rural infrastructure house.

The leprosy was the first to get out of the car, and knocked lightly on the door of the infrastructure room, seemingly knocking at random, but it was very regular to pay close attention.

Squeak!

The old wooden door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man with a fierce face and a big beard came out, glanced at Jiang Xiaofan and the others coldly, and said impatiently: "Leprosy, it turned out to be you! Why don't you stay in the Tianhe area, why are you here!"

"Brother Longtou, there's a big deal!" Seeing the person who opened the door, he smiled with dysentery, obviously very afraid.

At the moment when the middle-aged man opened the door, Jiang Xiaofan's divine consciousness had already shrouded this place. In addition to the middle-aged people in front of him, there are more than a dozen people in it who have reached the stage of attaining the foundation and the foundation building period of a large number of people. It seems that the power of the Dark Pavilion should not be underestimated, no wonder a few people in the Yudan period can be dispatched to assassinate my father!

Jiang Xiaofan sneered at the corner of his mouth. Now that you know that this is the Dark Pavilion, you naturally don't need to be polite. Jiang Xiaofan stepped forward, and his cultivation was fully revealed.

The two people behind Jiang Xiaofan, as soon as they saw Jiang Xiaofan's movements, knew his intentions, and immediately prepared for battle. Lu Keyu's face was solemn, and Donghuang Xuan was bloodthirsty and excited.

"Hmm, what kind of person!" The middle-aged man noticed the situation, and couldn't help but be on guard, staring at Jiang Xiaofan tightly. His intuition told him that the young man in front of him was by no means an easy person to deal with, and it was very likely that he would stumble if he was not careful.

"Kill your people!" Now that he has decided to wipe out the Dark Pavilion, Jiang Xiaofan will naturally not be polite to the enemy, and he punches out directly.

Bang bang, the nine-turn echo fist slammed into the middle-aged man with the power of Wan Jun.

"Arrogance!" The middle-aged man shouted, the internal strength in his hand was condensed, and the cultivation of the martial artist in the Mahayana period was fully revealed, and a dragon and tiger slammed into Jiang Xiaofan's fist.

Bang!

The two fists collided, and unsurprisingly, the middle-aged man flew into the house upside down.

Feeling the three dark energies coming from his arm, the middle-aged man hurriedly gathered his internal strength to resist, and looked at Jiang Xiaofan with a frightened expression. "You, you, you're a grandmaster!" Dark energy himself will be able to, but like this, he can condense three different dark energies, this is no longer an ordinary grandmaster, the person in front of him is definitely a genius among grandmasters! Not to mention that looking at his face, he is definitely not more than twenty years old, such a young grandmaster, middle-aged people really can't figure out which force has such a genius!

"What Grandmaster! This Monarch is Xingfan Immortal Monarch!" After touching it just now, Jiang Xiaofan had already realized that the essence of cultivators on the earth was too different from that of cultivators in the Immortal Realm. Let's not talk about the gap between heaven and earth aura, just the spiritual power condensed in the body, the two are not in the same heavyweight class at all. To put it simply, one's own spiritual power is like an ocean, but the other party's spiritual power is mottled and mixed like a stream.

"I don't know how offended Long in front of the grandmaster! Dare to ask why the grandmaster came this time?" The middle-aged man hurriedly saluted, and his posture was lowered.

"Kill!" Jiang Xiaofan said coldly, waved his hand, and motioned for Donghuang Xuan and Lu Keyu to make a move.

"You, don't deceive people too much! My secret pavilion is not a soft persimmon, even if you are a grandmaster, you don't want to leave with your whole body!" The middle-aged man's mind turned sharply, and he quickly signaled the enemy attack, but he was delaying time.

"Hmph! A small killer organization dares to be so ashamed!" Jiang Xiaofan snorted coldly, stopped talking nonsense, flew forward, and smashed the middle-aged man's face door with a nine-turn echo fist.

As Jiang Xiaofan moved, Lu Keyu and Donghuang Yan also followed the bully into the house, and Lu Keyu grabbed the leprosy who was still stunned and threw him out.

"Zhuzier dare!" Seeing that the three of them came to provoke like this, even in the face of the grandmaster, the middle-aged man couldn't help but be furious, and made a move without reservation.

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, Jiang Xiaofan didn't look at the middle-aged man, and the stars moved around, and he flashed to his side.

"What!" the middle-aged man exclaimed, and hurriedly changed his tactics to defend himself.

However, the god of luck does not always favor the world. Even if he escaped his life by luck for the first time, the middle-aged man thought that the grandmaster was nothing more than that, but at this moment, he finally realized the meaning of the sentence that the grandmaster should not be messed with.

Jiang Xiaofan doesn't care what kind of mentality you have, since you have decided to come here to kill, you naturally won't stay. Immediately, he pointed together like a sword, and the sword light condensed by spiritual power instantly penetrated the heart of the middle-aged man.

"True Qi is released, condensed like a sword! worthy of a grandmaster......" Looking down at the blood hole in his chest, the middle-aged man laughed miserably, and fell down unwillingly with his eyes open.

"What kind of person! dare to come to the dark pavilion to make a big noise!" As soon as one was settled, a group of people came to the room one after another, and the first person had already asked impatiently.

"Kill your people!" Jiang Xiaofan snorted coldly, his hands kept moving, and his fist shadow pointed at the sword flying.

"Sect, Sect Master!" When the Dark Pavilion Killer saw it, he couldn't help but gasp, and hurriedly retreated.

However, even if the speed is fast enough, can it be faster than Jiang Xiaofan's speed? What's more, Jiang Xiaofan has already locked everyone in the room with his divine sense, and under the interference of his divine sense, their movements have been sluggish, and in Jiang Xiaofan's eyes, they are even slower than a snail.

The fists and feet and the sword fell, and the killer of the dark pavilion either had a bloody head or had his internal organs pierced.

Donghuang Xuan and Lu Keyu also showed their might, like a tiger falling into a flock of sheep, showing relaxation and comfort. Donghuang Xuan's face even showed a hint of dissatisfaction, such an opponent was really not what he wanted!

This kind of situation was deliberately left by Jiang Xiaofan, and every move and style he made was aimed at people above the Yudan period, as for those in the foundation building period, he let them go and left them for the two of them to practice. In the same realm, he was not worried that their lives would be in danger, if they were invincible in the same realm, Jiang Xiaofan would have to seriously consider how to cultivate them.

The battle was one-sided, none of the killers in the Yudan period were Jiang Xiaofan's people, and as for the killers in the foundation building period who slipped through the net, under the attack of Donghuang Xuan and Lu Keyu, they collapsed in an instant, and corpses were everywhere.

"Quick, go to the back mountain and ask the branch master!" The remaining Dark Pavilion killers trembled and hurriedly found an escape route.

"Huh?" Hearing their shouts, Jiang Xiaofan was a little surprised and a little expectant. I hope this branch master has some skills, otherwise, it will be too boring!

In this way, Jiang Xiaofan was not in a hurry to kill them all, and followed behind them. As for Donghuang Xuan and Lu Keyu, Jiang Xiaofan's divine sense swept over, and there were only some small shrimp foundation builders left in the house, and I believe that with the strength of the two of them, there would be no problem.

"Pavilion master, pavilion master, it's not good! Someone has killed the door!" On the hill not far from the old infrastructure building, the killers of the secret pavilion stood on the side of the mountain road, and shouted to the hill with a respectful expression. Compared with Jiang Xiaofan, they are even more afraid of the killing god in the mountain, and if they are not careful, their heads are light!

"Waste! Rice bucket! Others killed the door, but you didn't solve it, but came to me to disturb the old man's cultivation, what's the use of leaving you!" With a stern snort, a fine sword aura rushed out of the mountain, instantly killing the person who spoke just now.

The remaining assassins of the Dark Pavilion were silent for a moment, and they didn't dare to come out when they stood still, for fear that they would be the next corpse.

(End of chapter)

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