The white blood-red sword lotus slowly rose, exuding a trace of bloody aura, but it was not disgusting, but it was a little bewitching and beautiful. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Sneer......"

The sword lotus collided with the tornado, making a banging sound, Wang Fan secretly clasped his fingers and shouted in a low voice: "Kill!"

One by one, the sword lotuses suddenly stopped turning, as if they had been summoned, and rushed towards the seventh-layer Qi cultivation cultivator who controlled the formation, and the sound of breaking the air was endless.

Seeing this scene, the two of them were full of hearts and minds, knowing that the real lore was coming, they didn't dare to be careless, and they paid attention to it.

The Array Control Cultivator knew that this blow could kill him in an instant, and immediately moved away from the place, but Wang Fan's hundreds of flying swords stuck like maggots attached to the bones.

Damn, it seems that there is only hard resistance, and the control monk said secretly in his heart.

Then with one hand, the tornado in the red sand array rushed towards Wang Fan like a blade, blocking between the two. Perhaps feeling that it was not enough, he took out a small shield and propped it up in front of him.

"Boom ......"

"Click......"

Breaking through the tornado formed by the red sand, reducing the ordinary flying sword suddenly crashed into the shield, only to break through this last layer of shield, Wang Fan looked happy.

And the eighth-layer Qi cultivation cultivator who was hiding on the side, seeing this opportunity coming, immediately sacrificed nine flying needles, one of which was blood-red, emitting bursts of cold light, while the rest of the colors were a little dim, and at the same time revolved around the blood-red flying needles.

Seeing the Nine Sons and Mother's Soul Snatching Needle that he had obtained from an adventure, the middle-aged monk's face was full of pride, with this set of magic weapons, the two of them had already killed several ninth-level Qi cultivators who were stronger than them, otherwise they would not have the courage to come to Wang Fan, who was at the peak of Yin Qi training.

"Hmph, see if you die. Seeing that his younger brother was in danger, the middle-aged monk snorted coldly and said, "Go!"

Nine flying needles flew towards Wang Fan who was fighting from all directions, seeing this, the middle-aged monk was still not at ease, and at the same time, in order to conceal the nine flying needles that must be killed, the eight-headed fire snake was accompanied by the gushing of spiritual power to form rapidly, and then roared and rushed towards Wang Fan.

Like a soaring real dragon, the fire snake hid in the shadows with eight needles running high towards Wang Fan.

On the other side, Wang Fan's divine sense had already detected this long-hidden killing blow, so he increased the output of spiritual power, and at the same time, his body flashed and rushed towards the control array monk

Behind the back, a sword stabbed out.

"Bang ......"

Wang Fan couldn't help but be shocked when he saw that his attack was blocked by the shield of the control array monk, this shield is estimated to be a top-grade magic weapon, and it is usually the price of the best magic weapon outside, and there is no market.

There was a burst of fire in his heart, and suddenly a fire dragon appeared out of thin air and rushed towards the control array monk, and the flying sword in his hand quickly turned into a giant sword with the blessing of Wang Fan's spiritual power.

"...... Chop"

With Wang Fan's low shout, the giant sword slashed towards the control cultivator in an uproar, "Boom ......"

"Nourish...... Ah......h

Accompanied by the screams of the control array monks, it meant that one of Wang Fan's enemies had died, but Wang Fan did not dare to relax.

Because the long-brewing blow of the middle-aged monk hiding in the shadows had already hit, Wang Fan had no choice but to continue the battle and look at the eight fire snakes flying over.

Wang Fan's expression was relieved, if it was just like this, then there was nothing he could do about himself.

However, he also knew that since this monk had been brewing a blow for so long, he must have been extremely confident in his own blow, so he must have looked at it not simple.

Thinking of this, Wang Fan's expression froze, and the eight fire dragons immediately rushed towards the attacking fire snake.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

Endless flames exploded and flew in the sky, and the temperature rose by a few degrees, which had no effect on Wang Fan and the other monks at all.

And after the fire snake was eliminated, Wang Fan suddenly saw eight flying needles like invisible rushing towards him, Wang Fan's expression was awe-inspiring, and the eight blood lotus flowers quickly rushed towards the eight flying needles that attacked.

"Boom ......"

Seeing this scene, Wang Fan looked overjoyed, and the eight flying needles quickly fell to the ground, losing their spirituality.

But before he could be happy, Wang Fan's heart suddenly trembled, and he only had time to twist his body slightly.

"Nourishing ......"

The sound of the flying needle penetrating sounded in Wang Fan's ears, and Wang Fan looked down and saw that a huge blood hole appeared in his left shoulder, and the blood flowed.

Fortunately, he didn't hit the vital point, Wang Fan stuck a hemostatic charm on the wound, and said secretly in his heart.

"Hmph, you're lucky, but it won't be that easy. The middle-aged monk said with great pity.

After finishing speaking, the middle-aged monk recalled his Nine Sons and Mother's Soul Snatching Needles, looking at the eight Soul Snatchers Needles of spiritual loss, he couldn't help but feel a little sad, but thinking that he had been there to kill the person opposite, his waist bag didn't know how much stronger it would be, and his mood became happy again.

Thinking of this, he took out a large black flag, which was painted with the appearance of a ghost, and as soon as he came out, he stared at the middle-aged monk viciously, but there was a look of fear in the depths of his eyes.

I saw the middle-aged monk whisper: "Baby, I will let you eat enough if you get him this time." ”

Wang Fan couldn't help but look awe-struck when he saw this powerful ghost at the peak of qi cultivation appear in the center of the field, he still knew how much of a threat this evil ghost at the peak of qi cultivation was.

Wang Fan didn't dare to be careless, and secretly took a few pills that could quickly restore spiritual power, but it was still not enough.

I saw the middle-aged monk bite the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of essence blood suddenly spurted onto the black flag.

With the help of the middle-aged monk's essence and blood, the powerful ghost who was at the peak of his qi cultivation suddenly shouted, and he longed for the middle-aged monk to come a few more times.

However, for a monk like Wang Fan, the loss of a drop of essence blood is really quite large, and he will not lose his heart essence blood unless he has to do so.

"Go!" The middle-aged monk waved the black flag and shouted loudly, and the black ghost suddenly rushed towards Wang Fan.

Seeing this, Wang Fan couldn't help but show a hint of helplessness, it seemed that he had to move his hole cards.

Thinking like this in his heart, Wang Fan recalled his flying sword, and the majestic spiritual power poured into the flying sword desperately, pinched it with one hand, and shouted: "Blood Moon kills ......"

The sky darkened suddenly, as if the end of the world had come, and then a round of blood moon slowly rose, exuding a mysterious and evil aura, Wang Fan then slowly stepped forward, walking towards the attacking evil ghosts, until he reached the seventh step, Wang Fan's momentum reached its peak.

Seeing this, the middle-aged monk on the other side knew that this blow already had the power of a foundation building stage monk, and couldn't help but be shocked, and hurriedly summoned the evil ghost at the peak of Qi cultivation to rush towards Wang Fan.

Although the evil ghost at the peak of Qi cultivation had lost his senses, his instinct made him a little afraid of the blow of this foundation building period monk who could kill him at will, but under the strong order of the middle-aged monk, he had to rush towards Wang Fan.

At this time, Wang Fan sprayed a mouthful of essence blood on the blood moon, and the blood moon that absorbed Wang Fan's essence blood became more and more mysterious and demonic, and Wang Fan held the flying sword of the high-grade magic weapon and rushed towards the blood moon in the sky.

"Poof......

With the sound of the blood moon being pierced, the powerful blood moon turned into mist and drilled into the flying sword in his hand, Wang Fan let out a loud shout and cast the simplest of them: the giant sword technique.

The spiritual power instantly turned into qi and surrounded the flying sword, slashing towards the person and ghost below like the autumn wind sweeping the leaves.

"Boom ......"

"Ah......h

The evil ghost at the peak of Qi cultivation was cut into two pieces by the giant sword in an instant because he was relatively close to Wang Fan, and when the middle-aged monk saw this, he didn't care about the black banner in his hand, raised it with one hand, and said decisively: "Explode!" Trying to stop Wang Fan's giant sword by detonating his magic weapon, so as to get out of it.

The rolling ghost qi erupted from the black banner, stopping Wang Fan's one-hit Blood Moon Kill.

However, his strategy was quite successful, but Wang Fan had long expected that the power of his Blood Moon Kill would not be able to kill him with one blow.

Looking at the middle-aged monk who had just escaped from the giant sword and was about to escape, Wang Fan grabbed a large handful of talismans from the storage bag with one hand and threw them out as if he were not dying.

"Boom ......"

The continuous explosions still stopped the flustered middle-aged monk, and Wang Fan immediately rushed towards the middle-aged monk with his flying sword, slashing it with a sword......

But Wang Fan didn't kill him, he just put the flying sword on the middle-aged monk's neck at the last moment, seeing this, the middle-aged monk's eyes suddenly dimmed, and he knew that he was afraid that he was about to turn into ashes.

Looking at the motionless middle-aged monk, Wang Fan first sealed the mana on his body, and then placed a ban, and said lightly: "Do you know why I didn't kill you now?"

"Hmph, it's in your hands, it's my bad luck, I don't have anything to tell you, besides, even if I tell you what you want, it's not the same as death. The middle-aged monk snorted coldly and said with a firm gaze.

As soon as Wang Fan saw the middle-aged monk like this, he extinguished the news that he wanted Lei Lie to tell himself, grabbed his head with one hand, and performed the soul searching technique.

"Ah......h

I saw the middle-aged monk shaking his head and foaming at the mouth, and died after a while, getting what he wanted, Wang Fan burned his body with a fireball technique.

Then packing up his loot, Wang Fan stepped on his flying sword and flew in the direction away from Lingshan City, almost a hundred miles away, and there were no people around the mountain.