However, this monk of the Giant Sword Pavilion was not reckless, although he hated Wu Fan in his heart, he did not act rashly. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After all, the deaths of several other monks were quite strange, and Wu Fan looked calm at this time, and he didn't look like he was pretending at all.

Thinking of this, this senior brother also retreated in his heart, but he thought about it, Wu Fan's previous performance was indeed a strong crossbow, and the reason why the three monks on his side let each other attack and kill was naturally because he was too careless, this time since Wu Fan urged the magic weapon in his hand again, there must not be much mana left, as long as he acted carefully, it was not impossible to kill this famous human monk.

The so-called greed is not enough to swallow the elephant, this disciple of the Giant Sword Pavilion, driven by greed, actually did not run away, but instead released a protective body shield, staring at Wu Fan with cold eyes, his eyes rolling around, not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing this, Wu Fan couldn't help but sneer a few times in his heart, his face still maintained his usual smile, and he also stared at the Giant Sword Pavilion monk with a guarded face in the distance, but the two scimitars in his hands flashed again, and instantly became transparent.

The two were just stalemate for a moment, and then Wu Fan suddenly cracked his mouth and smiled, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, and before the Giant Sword Pavilion monk on the opposite side could react, the trapped dragon rope on Wu Fan's wrist instantly stretched and lengthened, like a poisonous snake attacking the middle-aged monk opposite.

As soon as the male cultivator of the Giant Sword Pavilion saw Wu Fan urging the strange bracelet magic weapon on his wrist, his face immediately became frightened, knowing that this thing was powerful, he naturally didn't dare to be careless, and frantically injected his mana into the body protection cover, and at the same time, the giant sword in his hand burst out with a dazzling white light, and stabbed at Wu Fan with a loud shout.

Wu Fan didn't care about it, the law in his hand changed, and the trapped dragon rope was directly entangled, trapping the monk of the Giant Sword Pavilion into a zongzi, but the other party had a protective body cover, and although the filament formed by the trapped dragon rope flashed with spiritual light, it could only shake the opponent's shield slightly, making the shield appear flickering and flickering.

Seeing this, this disciple of the Giant Sword Pavilion was also overjoyed, and immediately calmed down, continuously injecting mana into the body protection cover, and his body accelerated, intending to rush forward directly and kill Wu Fan.

Seeing that this ancient barbarian disciple was only less than a zhang away from Wu Fan, and Wu Fan seemed to be poor in donkey skills, he couldn't help but turn pale, and his face was even less calm than before, this ancient barbarian monk sneered, and the giant sword in his hand slashed directly at the top of Wu Fan's head.

At this time, the distance between the two sides was very close, and the giant sword above his head was less than a foot away from Wu Fan, and he was about to split Wu Fan's body immediately, but Wu Fan suddenly turned up the corners of his mouth slightly, leaking a sneer.

Seeing Wu Fan's expression, the monk of the Giant Sword Pavilion was shocked for no reason, and a bad premonition suddenly hit his heart, but at this moment, he also understood that it was almost impossible to retreat, so he could only flash a fierce light in his eyes, let out a loud shout, and slashed the giant sword in his hand towards Wu Fan at a faster speed.

This senior brother naturally wanted to kill Wu Fan directly in one fell swoop to prevent future troubles.

However, although his idea was good, he didn't follow his wishes, and at the moment when the giant sword was about to touch Wu Fan, a soft sound of "poof" came, and the senior brother of the Giant Sword Pavilion was stunned, and the body protection cover on his body was shattered in an instant, and two pods of blood gushed out from his head and neck tendons.

Wu Fan dodged, dodging the other party's corpse and the splash of blood, and at the same time, with a wave of his sleeve robe, two thin scimitars disappeared into his sleeves, and the monk of the Giant Sword Pavilion still had an incredible expression on his face, and his brain was mixed with blood and flowed all over the ground, but at this time, he couldn't die anymore.

At this time, Wu Fan sat down cross-legged and began to recover the mana deficit in his body.

After about a cup of tea, the mana in Wu Fan's body has recovered by two percent, although it is not a lot, but self-defense is more than enough, and in the following time, Wu Fan put away the storage bags of several people, and at the same time, a wisp of gray flames emerged from his palm, and the corpses of several people were disposed of.

In fact, Wu Fan had found out earlier that someone had been following him, but he didn't know the purpose of a few people, so he had been pretending not to know, but today he deliberately bought a flaw, pretending to be inadequate, so as to lure a few people out.

Although Wu Fan was not sure in his heart, he thought that these people had been following him for so long, it would definitely not be for the dozens of demon beast spirits in his soul gathering bowl, if he guessed correctly, he should have been greedy for the spirit weapon on his body.

He didn't want to cause more trouble, so he also used his magic power to kill several third-order demon beasts with thunder methods, hoping to make the other party dispel his thoughts and give up.

Today, he just used a little trick to lure a few people out, but these people naturally didn't know that Wu Fan in addition to the dragon control rope, there was also a poisonous blade that was even more weird, and a few people were not prepared, so Wu Fan drove the poisonous blade in his hand to directly kill three of them, as for the last monk, after Wu Fan drove the poisonous blade to break the body shield unexpectedly, he pierced his head, and he couldn't die anymore.

From the lack of mana at the beginning, to the pale face at the back, it was just Wu Fan deliberately pretending, although he had been fighting with the black bear for a long time, but his own mana was at least forty percent left, which was enough to drive two spiritual weapons.

Of course, even if it is a head-to-head battle, these people will never be Wu Fan's opponents, on the one hand, they are careless after being confused by Wu Fan, and on the other hand, they are not weak in self-cultivation, so they will naturally not be afraid of a monk of the same level who is short of mana.

If they knew that Wu Fan had defeated Le Bao of the Giant Sword Pavilion with one move, they would definitely not have made such a stupid decision, and Wu Fan had no choice but to drive the spirit weapon before, although with his current supernatural powers, it was easy to kill a few monks of the same level, but he had repeatedly killed more than a dozen third-order demon beasts along the way, and his own mana had already lost a lot.

At this time, Wu Fan looked at the two thin scimitars in his hand, his face was full of contemplation, these two poisonous blade spirit weapons refined from poisonous fangs not only became almost transparent after being cast, but also had unparalleled destructive power.

After this thing was refined, Wu Fan also used this spiritual weapon for the second time, but he didn't want to even trap the dragon rope and couldn't help the body protection cover, but these two poisonous blades could be easily broken, and their sharpness simply made Wu Fan feel incredible.

It's just that Wu Fan also knows that this spiritual weapon can only have such an amazing effect on disciples of the same level, if he encounters a monk in the Xuan Ling Period, the effect will naturally be greatly reduced, but Rao is so, it is also a rare Yin Human Spirit Weapon.

Thinking of this, Wu Fan immediately flipped his hand and put away this spiritual weapon, and at the same time, the light flashed in his hand, and four identical storage bags appeared in his hand, and he did not hesitate to sink his divine thoughts into the storage bag.

This time, Wu Fan only observed for a moment, then frowned and withdrew his divine thoughts.

Among the storage bags of these people, in addition to a dozen low-grade spirit stones with different numbers in each storage bag, there were only a few medium-grade magic weapons that could not be seen, Wu Fan had no interest in this kind of tatters, and he didn't collect them with the spirit stones, and threw them away directly with the storage bag.

These people have been following Wu Fan since he entered the secret realm, so they have almost no hunting demon beasts, and the soul gathering bowl of several people is naturally empty, so Wu Fan threw it away directly.

After doing this, Wu Fan carefully identified the direction and continued to walk towards the depths of the secret realm.

Two months later, Wu Fan had left the previous mountain forest and came to a circular mountain range, which was already very close to the center of the cheats, and the number and types of demon beasts encountered along the way were more than before, but fortunately, according to Wu Fan's current methods, as long as it was not those demon beasts with rare bloodlines, almost all of them were killed with one blow, so that a lot of demon beast spirits were also collected.

It's just that his current cultivation at the thirteenth level, refining the demon pills of these third-order demon beasts, has almost no effect, so Wu Fan is just collecting essence souls, but he directly ignores the demon pills of these demon beasts.

On this day, after hunting more than 30 demon beasts in a row, Wu Fan was about to find a place to recover the mana in his body, but before Wu Fan could sit down, there was a rustling sound in the grass not far from him.

Wu Fan was shocked, just put on a defensive posture, a yellow figure in the grass shot a lot, and then a fox-like demon beast jumped out of it in a panic, this beast saw Wu Fan after just a blur, then rushed in another direction, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Wu Fan saw the little beast's panicked face, and he was still puzzled in his heart, but he didn't want to think about it, there was another noise in the grass, and several ancient barbarian monks wearing beast clothes ran out of it.

As soon as a few people came out, they looked around, and after looking around, they didn't see any trace of the demon beast, and immediately looked at Wu Fan.

Seeing this, Wu Fan could only smile bitterly in his heart, and also stared at the past, but when he saw the last two of the several people, the calmness on his face had long disappeared, a cold light kept flashing in his eyes, and an undisguised murderous aura spread from his body.