"What's wrong with Lao Fang, I haven't heard that there is something wrong with him. Another rugged monk frowned and stepped forward, he had a good relationship with the previous monk and wanted to give him a hand.

Wang Hude was cautious by nature, as if he smelled a trace of blood, but when he looked carefully, he couldn't see any blood, and he was strange in his heart, so he reminded the rough monk, "Be careful, this kid is a little evil." ”

The bold monk nodded, he majored in double fists, and his usual fist gloves did not leave his hands, and he strode up to the previous monk and stretched out his hands.

Miao Wanfang's wrist trembled, and a little silver light dilated sharply in the pupils of the thick monk, and the sword momentum came too fast, and he only had time to raise his hands and cross to block the silver light.

After a muffled sound, a stream of blood burst out from the back of the thick monk's head, and the silver light penetrated through his wrist, shattering the metal fist gloves and finger tigers, and then penetrating his forehead, and the hard skull was unstoppable, and he instantly broke his brain and died.

This bit of silver light appeared, although it was faint, but in the eyes of Wang Hude and others, it was more dazzling than a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

"Hurry up, this kid is a wicked boy. ”

Wang Hude's tone was full of horror, it is not strange that five or six-year-old children have cultivation, not only many major sects have tried their best to cultivate disciples, and they have laid a solid foundation since the beginning of their mother's womb, but cultivation is one thing, and daring to kill is another.

Just now, Miao Wanfang pretended to be an ignorant child, killed two people in a row, the yin damage of the scheme, and the ruthlessness of the shot, made these gangsters who licked blood with knives chilled, and no longer called Miao Wanfang little fat man, but changed to evil boy.

Miao Wanfang shot and killed the two of them, unexpectedly, there was no discomfort, but he became more and more excited, his whole body trembled slightly, and the silver light on his cuffs flashed, as if he was about to attack with a sword at any time.

At this moment, the success of Qingzhou and Wushuang Wu Hook's joint cultivation was highlighted, and the superb swordsmanship and clever psychological quality made Miao Wanfang more calm than people of the same age, and it could even be said to be bloodthirsty.

Seeing Wang Hude notice him, Miao Wanfang knew that the disguise was useless, and his cuffs swelled sharply, and a silver light flew out like a snake, landing on his palm, turning into a narrow and curved flying sword.

Wu Hook Flying Sword in his hand, Miao Wanfang's soul is unprecedentedly powerful.

"Okay, you little cub, you dare to kill my brother, Lao Tzu abolished you. ”

Three or four hideous-looking monks, outflanked from both sides, trying to capture Miao Wanfang in one fell swoop, they are all in the realm of Hedao, only higher than Miao Wanfang, and the siege is fierce and strong.

Miao Wanfang's wrist flicked, and the sword light turned into tens of millions of silk, instantly wrapping around all the monks who rushed over, and then stranched it hard.

The silk turned into sword light was not only difficult to break, but also as sharp as a knife, these monks wanted to break free at first, but as soon as they touched the blood in one hand, when Miao Wanfang tightened the silk, they all broke out in a desperate howl, and finally were cut into pieces by the true qi.

This scene was extremely bloody, but Miao Wanfang stood in the wreckage everywhere, revealing an innocent face, which made the monks who saw this scene frightened.

"I see, this is a Mahayana magic weapon, no wonder you can kill my men repeatedly. ”

Wang Hude's eyes are extraordinary, he can see the grade of Wuhuang Wu Hook at a glance, he is not angry but laughs, his heart is full of fanaticism, the Mahayana magic weapon is a scarce resource, and its status is equivalent to the Tongtian spiritual treasure of the great world of cultivating immortals, how many Mahayana monks have spent their lives and can't get half a Mahayana magic weapon, but now he just let him see a Mahayana level flying sword.

"It's so unfair, just a naughty boy in the realm of the Convergence Dao can hold the Mahayana Flying Sword in his hands, but I have worked hard to cultivate so far, but my hands are empty. ”

Wang Hude's eyes looked like grief and indignation, then turned to jealousy and resentment, and finally turned into a resolute force that could sweep away any obstacles.

At this moment, Wang Hude made up his mind that the Mahayana female cultivator was not important, and the opportunity to kill people and rob money was not important, but the Mahayana flying sword in front of him was the most important.

"Go up there and kill this evil boy. Wang Hude gave an order, and his subordinates mobilized with murderous spirit.

These monks are accustomed to killing people and stealing goods, and they have rich experience, and they have seen the sharp swordsmanship of Miao Wanfang, and they know that they can't get close to this little fat man, so they have taken out magic weapons and launched long-range attacks.

Countless spell attacks covered all directions, but in the eyes of this child, they were just flashy fireworks, brilliant and dazzling, but not lethal.

Wushuang Wu Hook swung out with a sword, and in the eyes of everyone, the original seven-inch-long sword blade instantly stretched dozens or hundreds of times, turning into a ten-zhang giant blade, instantly slashing all attacks apart, revealing an empty passage.

Immediately afterwards, Wu Hook's sword swept over, and the magic weapon that the monks shot did not have time to retract, and was easily cut all the way, turning into a fragmented wreckage.

"Get out of the way, the evil boy can actually drive the Mahayana magic weapon, you will definitely not be able to stop it. ”

Wang Hude's eyes were red, according to his previous experience, even if the monk of the Hedao could refine the Mahayana magic weapon, but because the mana level was too low, he could not drive the true power of the Mahayana magic weapon at all, and could only be used for deterrence.

This is also the reason why Wang Hude despised Miao Wanfang at first and let his subordinates kill him, but now it seems that Miao Wanfang can exert the true power of the Mahayana magic weapon, which is enough to sweep away these more than 20 monks of the Harmony Dao.

What Wang Hude didn't know, Miao Wanfang did not refine the peerless Wu Hook, but used an equal status to communicate, and even regarded the Wu Hook Flying Sword as an elder, in a different way, to achieve the purpose of driving the Mahayana magic weapon.

The power of the unparalleled Wu Hook exploded, sweeping more than 20 magic weapons, and the monk who shot didn't have time to feel heartache, he felt the breeze blowing in his face, and then his heart was cold, this was not an ordinary breeze, but a deadly sword wind.

The sword wind is cool and refreshing, just like a sweaty evening on dog days, bringing out a plate of chilled watermelon, but none of the monks who were blown by the sword wind felt enjoyment.

Because, anyone who is blown by the sword wind seems to have a hard body, and then the body softens, like a dry sand sculpture, which is gently poked by the fingers and turns back into a plate of loose sand.

In the blink of an eye, more than 20 monks were wiped out, and only Wang Hude, the single leader, remained.

"You!" Wang Hude pointed at Miao Wanfang, unable to speak for a long time.

The ecstasy heavenly incense on his body can make the Mahayana monk lose his combat effectiveness, but it was specially prepared for Ying'er, and now Wang Hude is a little hesitant whether he should use it on Miao Wanfang in advance.

Miao Wanfang shot this wave and killed more than 20 monks, all of whom were in the same realm as him, so the terrifying results would definitely be able to be famous in the Youtan world if they were spread.

It is important to know that in the world of Youtan, many famous people have become famous at a young age, many of them are ten years old Hedao, 20 Mahayana genius supernatural powers, and now Miao Wanfang has already reached the realm of Hedao at the age of five or six, and has already broken the legendary record, and can challenge the record of the 20-year-old promotion to Mahayana.

By the way, the youngest Mahayana monk in the Youtan world to be promoted to Mahayana is the master of the Youtan world, and on his twentieth birthday, he officially became a Mahayana monk.

Killing more than 20 people in a row, although the results were brilliant, the consumption was also huge.