Seeing that the white light escaping from the jade ruyi was spreading to both sides, although Fang Nan didn't know what the other party wanted to do, he naturally wouldn't just ignore it, and as soon as he slapped the storage bag on his waist, after the glow rolled, the hidden sword bell appeared in his hand. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Staring at the young children in the courtyard, he pinched the trick with one hand, and after a light shout, a pale golden sword shot out from the Tibetan Sword Bell, and slashed towards the other party with a roar.

To Fang Nan's surprise, the young boy just looked up at the golden sword that attacked, and then lowered his head and urged the jade ruyi in his hand to come indifferently, without the slightest intention of dodging.

So under Fang Nan's gaze, the golden sword light crossed more than ten zhang in an instant, and it stabbed into the young child's chest.

An incredible scene has appeared!

The sword was clearly stabbed on the child's body, but it was like piercing into the water, and after penetrating, it dissipated silently, without even the slightest ripple.

Fang Nan was slightly shocked in his heart, and after thinking about it for a while, he understood. After all, the other party is a ghost cultivator, and it is inevitable that there are some methods that he can't figure out, and it is normal for the sword to not hit the other party.

Thinking of this, Fang Nan secretly reminded himself a little cautious, although it was not the first time he had seen a ghost cultivator, but it was the first time to fight with him, and he had to go all out to fight with him, and he couldn't use his previous experience in fighting with ordinary monks to make sense of it.

While thinking about it, the young child in front of him suddenly looked at him, grinned, and the whole figure suddenly merged into the white light emitted by Yu Ruyi, and disappeared into Fang Nan's field of vision.

The white light that surrounded the courtyard gradually thinned into a faint white mist, wandering around Fang Nan, and everywhere, there seemed to be traces of young children.

Fang Nan's divine sense swept out, and after finding that he couldn't find the specific location of the young child at all, his heart sank slightly, and he had a bit of a bad premonition.

His guess was indeed not wrong, the other party saw that he had a magic weapon to protect himself and reacted very quickly, and after he couldn't break through the defense for a while, he used a method he hadn't seen before, covering his figure, and then waiting for an opportunity to sneak attack.

His eyes flashed slightly, and after Fang Nan pondered for a moment, he suddenly urged the Tibetan Sword Bell again, raised his hand again and again, and released several sword rays in different directions.

The result was not surprising to him, these originally extremely sharp golden sword rays, after piercing into the white mist, dissipated on their own as if they were stones into the sea, without even the slightest movement.

"Even the hidden sword bell can't break this damn thing, so you have to use the soul flame to do it?"

Frowning and looking around, Fang Nan thought to himself as he explored carefully with his divine sense.

But then he shook his head and rejected the idea.

Although the power of the soul flame is extremely amazing, so far, Fang Nan has only mastered the means of releasing it to burn the enemy at close range, just like when he was fighting with the young man surnamed Wu, he rushed behind the young man surnamed Wu with the cover of the silver shark shield and turned his body into ashes with the soul flame.

If he wanted to break through the gray mist in front of him, he had to at least wait until he could arbitrarily control the soul flame to leave his body and spread around, and the soul flame in front of him obviously couldn't do this.

Moreover, every time he used the Soul Flame, Fang Nan would fall into an extremely weak state, in this situation, even if he could rely on it to break the white mist, he would still be in danger, and he would naturally not use it immediately.

Snort!

The inaudible sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded around, and a pale silver giant hand suddenly emerged from the white mist above Fang Nan, and immediately clenched its palm into a claw, and at a tricky and strange angle, it bypassed the cyan shield and grabbed the back of Nan's head at the bottom.

Fang Nan had been cautiously observing the situation around him, this little movement naturally couldn't be hidden from him, and with a slight urge, the blue light on the surface of the cyan shield suddenly expanded, easily blocking this blow.

However, the opponent's offensive did not stop there, under the continuous flash of white light, several silver giant hands emerged from all over the white mist, although they were also blocked by Fang Nan with cyan shields one by one, but they did not stop at all, wave after wave, seemingly endless.

Fang Nan was slightly shocked in his heart, understanding that the other party wanted to exhaust his energy in this way before he made a fatal blow, and at that time, he was estimated to be powerless to resist, so he could only become the soul of the other party's subordinates.

Although he knew this truth, Fang Nan couldn't come up with a solution, as time gradually passed, the mana in Fang Nan's body became less and less, and his face also showed a little tiredness, and when he looked around, there was still the flowing white mist, and there was no trace of the young child at all.

This made Fang Nan regret it a little.

Just now, when the young boy was still urging Yu Ruyi, he should have made the first move, trying to kill the other party with the strongest means, even if he couldn't succeed, he should just fly away and get out of the deserted village and fight with the other party again.

Now that the evil aura here is so strong, it has made this ghost cultivator's mana have a source of replenishment, and his combat power has skyrocketed a lot out of thin air, even Fang Nan is a little helpless in the face of this situation for a while.

After blocking several more attacks that appeared in the white mist, Fang Nan hesitated for a moment, and finally made a decision, and with a single hand, a thick pile of spirit talismans appeared in his hand, and at the same time, the Tibetan Sword Bell also trembled slightly, and there was a pale golden brilliance on the surface that was slowly converging.

"What's the matter, the little doll can't help it and wants to escape?"

A playful childish voice suddenly sounded in his ears, Fang Nan instantly recognized that this was the voice of the ghost cultivator, snorted coldly, followed the reputation, but just happened to see a faint human face phantom appearing a few feet away on his right, and said with a smile to himself:

"It's rare to have a prickly idea, the old man still wants to play a little longer, why is he so impatient...... Hey, what is this, how did you get it?"

However, in the middle of speaking, a trace of panic suddenly appeared on the child's face, and his voice became trembling.

Fang Nan glanced at him inexplicably, frowned slightly, and just wanted to say something, but as if he had noticed something, he looked down.

I saw that the mouth of his storage bag was slightly untied at some point, and a bright golden light was flickering at the mouth of the bag, exuding a gentle warmth, Fang Nan just glanced at it, and he actually felt that the cold around his body had subsided a lot.

"It's ......"

Fang Nan suddenly reacted, and gently patted the storage bag, and under the glow, a fist-sized golden bead appeared in his hand.

And that warm light emanated from this bead that Fang Nan couldn't figure out before.