"Wang Fan, why don't you let me go, without my drag, you may be able to escape alone......" Looking at Wang Fan, who was already exhausted, Wang Qing said again.

Even though she believes in Wang Fan unreservedly, in the face of such a situation, it is certainly good to be able to live one, otherwise it is really impossible for both of them to die here.

Hearing this, Wang Fan frowned and did not speak, he had heard such words many times.

Even if he told Wang Qing, this was just his doppelganger, and when his deity arrived, the crisis would naturally be solved.

But the Great Zhou Kingdom is really far away from here, and even if the deity tries his best to hurry, he still hasn't arrived.

Rao is Wang Fan with an excellent heart, and his heart couldn't help but become a little anxious, for Wang Qing's words, he didn't think about it at all, let him leave Wang Qing, it was absolutely impossible.

Unless he dies.

He didn't speak again, hugged Wang Qing with both hands, and showed his attitude with his actions.

At this time, the Yunkong Dao people behind naturally discovered the abnormality of Wang Fan and the others in front of him, and without thinking about it, he raised his breath sharply, and his body rushed forward at great speed.

When he was about to get close to Wang Fan and the others, he quickly pinched his hands and said in a low voice: "Water curtain ......"

Suddenly, the big river in front of him made a loud "boom", and the river water in the sky rolled up, lying in front of Wang Fan, surrounding Wang Fan in the middle.

Immediately afterwards, the gesture of the Yunkong Daoist suddenly changed, closed slightly, and said in a low voice: "Go to ......"

Suddenly, the surrounding water curtain suddenly moved, and a long knife rushed out of it, attacking Wang Fan, and a white light flashed in it, which was fleeting.

Seeing this, Wang Fan pinched it with one hand, and suddenly a ball of flames appeared in the air, divided into fireballs and rushed towards the surrounding long knives.

Suddenly, Wang Fan's heart suddenly tightened, his body twisted rapidly, and he leaned back, and the white light flew quickly across Wang Fan's face.

A trace of blood slowly oozed out, and then slowly dripped down, but he was greatly relieved.

If it weren't for the fact that he had studied the prohibition for decades in the Ancient Barbarian Land, a pair of eyes would have been observant, but it allowed him to discover the true face of the white light.

It was a small flying knife, the color was pitch black, there was no trace of strangeness, it was precisely because of this that Wang Fan did not dare to be careless, and his heart became more and more cautious.

Seeing that Wang Fan had dodged this blow, Yunkong couldn't help but show a trace of regret on his face, this flying knife was a rare treasure for him.

When this knife was first refined, he reminded the trainer that this knife did not ask for anything else, only fast.

Therefore, as soon as this knife was refined, it really did not lose his expectations, and after accompanying him for so many years, it really killed many enemies for him.

Although there were times when he missed, the number of misses was very small, and he originally thought that Wang Fan was exhausted.

Therefore, he tried to distract Wang Fan's attention with a water curtain just now, but the actual killing move was this flying knife.

Unexpectedly, Wang Fan's sense of battle was very keen, and he actually let him dodge this blow, which was really beyond his expectations.

However, in his opinion, now that the overall situation has been decided, Wang Fan's situation at this time has reached the limit, it is the best time for him to make a move.

Thinking of this, he took a step with his right foot, performed teleportation, and suddenly disappeared in place.

Seeing this, Wang Fan's pupils shrank suddenly, and the wind was under his feet, and he rushed to the side.

A cold sword light suddenly appeared in the place where Wang Fan had disappeared before.

"Boom ......"

In the blink of an eye, a gap appeared in the river below, a huge ravine appeared, and the surrounding river suddenly rushed to the lower place.

Immediately after, the figure of the Yunkong Daoist disappeared again, leaving only an afterimage slashed by the sword.

At this time, Wang Fan, who had originally dodged a blow, suddenly felt alarmed, and a huge killing machine was already coming.

Wang Fan didn't think about it, and immediately propped up the spiritual power shield and protected himself and Wang Qing below.

"Boom ......"

"Poof......

I saw Wang Fan's whole body fall to the ground, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on Wang Qing's clothes, but he protected Wang Qing in his arms.

"Knock ......"

Suddenly, Wang Fan's whole person fell on the beach by the river, and a blood mark appeared on his chest.

Wang Qing in his arms saw Wang Fan's appearance clearly, and said with red eyes: "Wang Fan, you ......"

"Ahem......" Wang Fan couldn't help but spit out two more mouthfuls of blood, his expression was pale, but his eyes became brighter and brighter.

One blow injured Wang Fan, and the Yunkong Dao people quickly whipped their horses, and immediately attacked Wang Fan with a knife.

"Get out of ......" Suddenly there was an angry roar in the distance, and the whole world was covered by this roar.

I saw a huge fist breaking through the air from afar, and the killing intent was directed at the Yunkong Dao people.

Seeing this, Yunkong Daoren's expression changed, although he didn't know who it was, but since he was hostile to himself, he had to die.

Besides, it's just a pair of fists, how can you have your own hard knife, and your mantis arm is just a car.

The Yunkong Dao man drew the long knife in his right hand, and the void was raised, and he roared angrily: "Looking for ...... death"

The cold sword light flashed, and the domineering sword intent rushed first, although it was not as powerful as before, but it made this knife a lot stronger.

The moment the "......boom" fist collided with the knife, there was a loud bang, and the two flew back upside down.

"How is that possible?" he was extremely surprised to see that pair of fists could actually defend his own anti-demon blade.

You must know that his natal magic weapon, the Reverse Demon Blade, is made of a large number of precious materials, and it has been cultivated by him for so many years, and the power is even stronger.

At this time, Wang Fan looked at his fist, and there was only a blood mark on it, but there was no damage to the muscles and bones inside.

Seeing this, the corners of Wang Fan's mouth showed a hint of satisfaction, his body moved, and suddenly appeared next to the clone.

"Fellow Daoist, don't meddle in other people's affairs, otherwise you'll ......" Yunkong Daoist looked at it, but it was a monk he didn't know, and the momentum of his body was about the middle of the Yuan Infant.

If he was in his prime, such a mid-infant monk, he wouldn't have paid attention to it at all.

But after such a long battle, the consumption of one body is extremely huge, and Rao is cultivation of his Yuan Infant Great Perfection is also a little unbearable.

Moreover, the fight between the two just now surprised him, and the fierce man who could resist the magic weapon with his body couldn't help but pay attention to it.

At this time, Wang Fan on the side smiled sarcastically, and then said defiantly: "Otherwise, what?"

Hearing this, Yunkong Dao's face couldn't help but look difficult, even if he wanted to open his mouth to say the consequences.

At this time, Wang Qing saw Wang Fan on the side and shouted in surprise: "Wang Fan ......"

The pupils of the Yunkong Dao man shrank suddenly, and when he understood what had happened, then a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and the killing intent became even stronger.

You must know that there are not a few monks in the cultivation realm who refine clones, but very few clones have cultivation that is almost similar to that of the deity.

If Wang Fan is allowed to live, it will be a huge hidden danger in the future, not to mention that there is irreconcilable hatred between them.

Thinking of this, his body moved, and he immediately took the lead.

A chilling sword light suddenly fell from the sky and attacked Wang Fan, and at the same time, bursts of domineering intent arose in Wang Fan's mind.

Wang Fan's expression was calm, his deity was taking the path of ancient barbarians, letting it have thousands of spells, and he should break it with all his might.

Dao Yi, if it is said that there is a great suppression of immortal cultivation such as clones, but for him, it is almost useless

What's more, the clouds and the sky are only half-step gods, and the Dao intention is not perfect.

He, why is he afraid?