Du Fan stood there, not dodging or dodging, but when several palm shadow snakes approached, a layer of golden light suddenly appeared on the surface of his body, directly shattering the roaring palm shadow snake, but the golden light mask and Du Fan inside it were safe and sound.

"No, there is a problem with this person, let's go together!" The cold young man's eyes flashed, and he immediately greeted his companions, while he himself moved his wrist, and pulled out a soft sword out of nowhere, and when he flicked it, the sword aura was vertical and horizontal, and the cold light overflowed.

The others were also dissatisfied, or swung their fists, or raised their legs, or took out their weapons, and immediately performed a set of martial arts exercises, and they were about to launch a joint attack on Du Fan in the next moment.

At this time, Du Fan still didn't understand that he was afraid that he would be pitted by the hateful woman of Han Spruce again, but what he wasn't sure about was that Han Spruce was just looking for someone to pit him, or if it was aimed at his real body.

But no matter what, knowing that it is a pit, Du Fan naturally will not jump into it, even if he has the strength to get out of the pit.

Thinking of this, Du Fan didn't say a word, his body shook, and he instantly distanced himself from these people, and then took a series of afterimages and fled away into the distance.

Apparently, he was ready to escape.

But at this moment, something happened that made him almost vomit blood.

"Du Fan, these are all people from the Martial God Temple, if there is a live outflow, you will be in trouble. ”

This is the voice of the cold spruce, coming from Du Fan's cuffs, to be precise, it comes from the sachet of the cold spruce, the sound is crisp and pleasant, and it is extremely clear, not only Du Fan heard it, but also a martial arts youth not far away also heard it clearly.

"Duvan. Why is it so familiar......" A young man was slightly stunned. Muttered to himself.

"Duvan. Du Fan...... I remember, isn't this the person my clan wanted thirty years ago!" A martial artist Da Cheng's eyes widened suddenly, and he shouted in a lost voice.

"This person just cast the spell of the Cultivation Realm, is it really that person?"

"It's not good, everyone retreat quickly!" The cold man's mind turned sharply, and he suddenly thought of something, and his face suddenly became ugly. After shouting, his feet immediately changed, and with a breeze, he went away in an instant.

"Cold spruce, I'm you......" Du Fan was furious, his chest was stuffy, and a cloud of blood was really conceived in his body, but he was urged by his mana and forcibly pressed back, and then the fleeing figure suddenly struck, and a reflex shot back the original way.

Pinch the mantra and recite it. Billowing black gas floated out from the top of Du Fan's head, instantly outlining the outline of the four-headed ghost. Presented in the shape of jackals, wolves, tigers, and leopards, the figures of the four ghosts had just condensed, and in a roar, they shot out in four directions.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the four-headed ghost creature burrowed into the bodies of the four nearest martial arts youths, and in the next moment, it turned into a trace of black qi and penetrated out of the body, and then condensed into jackals, wolves, tigers, and leopards again, rushing straight towards the others.

And the four young men who had been in and out of the four-headed ghost thing once, before they could make a scream, they were cut off in an instant, and the corpses fell down from the air, their bodies were shriveled, their eye sockets were deep, like several corpses, and their bodies were covered with dense black veins, which looked strange and terrifying.

In the next time, the sound of objects landing on the ground continued to sound, and in less than ten breaths, a group of chivalry-level martial artists, including the ruthless youth, were wiped out by the ghost path spell that Du Fan casually cast.

In an instant, more than a dozen fireballs flew out, turning the corpses scattered on the ground into ashes.

Although he killed more than ten martial artists in the Martial God Temple in one fell swoop, Du Fan's face was still sinking like water.

"Thousands of miles away at the head of Xiangshui Bridge, the little girl will set up a banquet for you, come over quickly, the moon is cold and the wind is high, don't let people wait too anxiously, giggle......"

In the sachet, the voice of the cold spruce is still so crisp and pleasant, but Du Fan feels a stomachache when he listens to it, it is angry......

"Cold spruce, I'm not done with you!" Du Fan grabbed the sachet and yelled angrily at it.

But he didn't want to, the sachet spontaneously combusted without wind at this time, turned into a ball of fire and disappeared, and I don't know if his angry emotions were transmitted to the cold spruce.

For this reason, Du Fan was depressed again, and there was nowhere to vent the depression in his heart......

......

Along the Xiangshui River, after half an hour of extreme speed, Du Fan finally saw a bridgehead.

I saw that on the bridge, Han Spruce sat at a wooden table full of wine, looking at the night in a daze, at this time, a gust of evening wind blew, swaying her hair and a corner of her skirt, making the Han Spruce at this time and now as beautiful as the person in the painting.

However, Du Fan couldn't see the slightest beauty on this woman, he only felt that more than 30 years had passed, and this god of pit fathers was becoming more and more hateful, Du Fan really wanted to ride on this woman, and then beat her violently, so that she could know why the flowers were so red.

"Han Spruce, I'll only give you one chance to explain, why do you always cheat me, can't you change someone? Also, how did you recognize me?" Du Fan's figure flashed and landed on the bridge, angrily pointing at Han Spruce's back, and asked through gritted teeth.

Han Spruce was silent, slowly turned his head, and smiled at Du Fan.

"Huh?" Du Fan was stunned, he suddenly felt that the cold spruce in front of him was a little weird.

However, before he could fully react, Han Spruce's body turned into a white light and disappeared after a "bang".

In the white light, a strangely shaped talisman appeared out of thin air, and then burned into ashes in the flames.

"Stand-in talisman ......" Du Fan's eyes froze, and he instantly recognized the origin of this talisman.

"Whoosh......" At this moment, in the darkness in the distance, a figure stepped on the tree waves and galloped over, and it was actually a martial artist in the early stage.

Seeing this, Du Fan was stunned again, and then his mind turned sharply.

"Damn!" After a moment, his face turned suddenly, the corners of his mouth twitched, and without saying a word, he turned around and left.

"Du Fan, the person who came is from the Martial God Temple, if there is a live outflow, you will be in trouble. ”

In the moonlight, similar words rang out again, and the source of the sound was the wooden table full of drinks.

The voice was crisp, echoing in all directions in the quiet night, and it was unusually clear that it reached the ears of Du Fan and the martial artist in the early stage.

"I'm ......" Du Fan stumbled when he heard this, and he almost fell from mid-air.

At this moment, his heart was broken, and he was even more powerless, and even the power to burst into foul language seemed to have been lost.

The galloping martial artist's face changed, his foot moved, he suddenly stopped castration, and stood on a branch undulating, just like his mood at the moment.

"Ahh

Du Fan looked up to the sky and roared, his hair was flying, and the golden crane on his body was surrounded by phantoms, shooting out like lightning, and the target was the martial artist. (To be continued.) )