"Zhang~Fan~"

Needless to say, dare not come, at the moment of Zhang Fan's unscrupulous provocation, the eight-armed demon god immediately roared angrily, the sound of gold and iron was sonorous, leaving Feng Jiuling and the others, and the demonic qi around him skyrocketed, and he pounced.

It was like a black canopy, suddenly pulled through, the speed was extremely fast, and the spectators only felt that there was a flower in front of them, and the eight-armed demon god was already standing in the sky where Zhang Fan was originally standing and roaring.

He is fast, and Zhang Fan's movements are faster.

After the provocation was completed, he didn't even look back, and he was sure that the eight-armed demon god was mad, so he turned around and turned into a golden rainbow and flew away into the distance.

One person and one demon, one before and one behind, one fled and one chased, and all of a sudden, disappeared in front of everyone.

All these changes took place in an instant, and when everyone came back to their senses, they could no longer see the figures of the two sides.

"Tsk~~"

At this time, the Crazy Dragon True Man just emerged from the group of Kyushu monks below, flew into the air and stood on the side of Feng Jiuling, and was amazed: "Senior Brother Feng, you see how much that eight-armed demon god hates Senior Brother Zhang!"

"Did anything happen between them?"

The real dragon has not been seized for a long time, and his strength is gone, so he can only hide below to pick up the cheap, but he does not dare to participate in the real battle.

It wasn't until now, a little bit of a dusty settlement, that he ran up.

"God knows. ”

Listening to the words of the Crazy Dragon Zhenren, Feng Jiuling rolled his eyes, and the Shenbing Zhenren on the side was also speechless.

In their opinion, Zhang Fan entangled the eight-armed demon god or lured it away, it should have been a relatively long struggle, but they didn't expect Zhang Fan to whistle, and the eight-armed demon god followed without hesitation, running faster than a dog.

The eight-armed demon god did this, Feng Jiuling and the Divine Soldier Zhenren were happy to see it, but they choked those masters of the alien side of the northern Xinjiang enough.

"This ......"

The strangely shaped and bearded masters of the northern Xinjiang alien race froze in mid-air in a daze, neither advancing nor retreating.

Cooperate many times, although their strength is not strong, but the cooperation with the eight-armed demon god can also be called a tacit understanding, in the terrifying deterrence of the eight-armed demon god, it can be regarded as a vertical and horizontal battlefield, but at this time condensed in the air, they all looked at each other, with a bitter expression.

In the end, they didn't even understand how the eight-armed demon god could run so fast, and they didn't even buy them time to retreat.

Immediately, these masters of foreign races in northern Xinjiang had no time to worry about this, and with a "bang", the masters of Kyushu came from all directions and surrounded them.

Suddenly, the atmosphere between heaven and earth suddenly froze, as if time and air froze together, waiting for the moment of earth-shattering.

"It's also cloudy, and it's gone, it's a real masterpiece. ”

The real soldier lowered his head and muttered to himself, envious, somewhat gloomy, waved his hand casually, and then greeted Feng Jiuling and the others, and each found an old opponent.

"Kill!"

The real people of Kyushu, with all their might, and the overwhelming magic weapon brilliance instantly submerged the alien races in the northern Xinjiang that were surrounded.

Without the Yellow Dragon of the Earth, the eight-armed demon god was led away, and the good hands among them were stopped by the gods and soldiers, and the rest of the alien races in the north were suddenly turned into fish and meat.

......

At this time, Zhang Fan, who was admired by the real soldier and secretly admired, was running for his life, and he didn't even have the time to take a breath.

The angry eight-armed demon god is indeed worthy of the word demon god, the demonic energy swept the heavens and the earth, the power was overwhelming, and it hung tightly behind the golden rainbow that crossed the sky, and it was embellished several times, and it was a continuous explosion.

"Whoosh~"

Zhang Fan dodged, Jin Hong bent a beautiful arc, and narrowly brushed by a black light.

Immediately, with a "boom", the black light was thrown into the air, swept across the earth, and fell back into the hands of the eight-armed demon god, but it was one of his eight magic weapons, the "cymbal".

"Click~"

The earth cracked, and with a blow of the cymbal-like magic weapon, huge cracks spread across the earth, twisting like dragons and snakes.

"Almost!"

During this time, the eight-armed demon god danced wildly, and the magic weapons flew one after another, Zhang Fan was secretly frightened many times, and now he swept the surrounding environment, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brute, come out. ”

A dive, Zhang Fan shouted.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, a large piece of rubble flew away, revealing the golden majestic body of the bull.

He was arranged by Zhang Fan to hide here, and his voice was restrained, it was almost like fake death, and now he finally heard the call of his master, and the wild bull was about to roar to strengthen his momentum, and suddenly ......

"Ugh!"

Manniu's eyes straightened at once, and he stammered: "Eight~~Eight-armed~~Eight-armed Demon God......"

"Oh my God!"

In his bull's eyes, such a scene was reflected: Zhang Fan was running in front, and the eight-armed demon god roared and chased after him, both of which were getting bigger and bigger in his eyes, gradually occupying the entire field of vision.

"What are you still doing there?"

Zhang Fan shouted angrily, and at the same time, a dodge fell on his back.

Hearing the roar of his master, the wild bull was agitated, put his fear and everything behind him, subconsciously picked up his tail, turned around and ran.

In the blink of an eye, the brute cow was glad for his subconscious action.

At the same time as his tail was between his legs, a sharp blade almost slashed down against his ass, and if he was one step slower, he would say goodbye to his tail.

The heart was cold, and the wild cow even used the strength to eat milk, and the four hooves trampled the earth in a row, and in an instant, clear springs gushed out, and they merged into rivers and streams, rolling forward.

The northern Xinjiang plain is already lacking, and the four-legged wave of the wild bull has almost pumped out the underground water source within a radius of dozens of miles.

At this moment, the eight-armed demon god seemed to sense that the situation was wrong, and the demonic energy around his body burned, and with a "boom", the eight-armed demon god suddenly soared several times in length, and the eight magic weapons, swords, guns, swords, halberds, mountain towers, shields, cymbals, all came together.

This blow is extremely sudden, the speed is extremely fast, and it is impossible to avoid it, if it is hit by one blow, Zhang Fan and the wild cow will be minced meat.

At that moment, Zhang Fan's left sleeve trembled, and he held back again, and in the face of the fierce wind blowing in his face, his right hand suddenly pushed out.

"Knock~"

An Eastern Emperor bell rang, shaking away the clouds of the nine heavens.

The Eastern Emperor Bell suddenly emerged from Zhang Fan's palm, stopping between him and the eight-armed demon god, and the eight magic weapons struck on the bell's body, and the chaotic and broken sound waves turned from virtual to real, as if they wanted to tear the space.

"Zhang~Fan~, fight with me!"

The eight-armed demon god leaned back, his unstoppable power faltered, and the roar in his mouth became more and more angry.

"Hahaha~~"

Zhang Fan sat with his back to him, the eight-armed demon god in front of him, looked up to the sky and smiled, regardless of the slight paleness of his face, the corners of his mouth were faintly bleeding, and he took the Donghuang Zhong who rebounded back and pointed at the other party and said: "Eight hands, do you ever remember, how did you die in the hands of this seat in the underground immortal cultivation realm back then, do you want to do it again, huh?"

"You ......"

The breath was like the sound of the wind roaring, and the eight-armed demon spirit was so angry that he was speechless for a while.

How did he lose under Zhang Fan last time?

It was three days and three nights in a row, like walking a dog, and he was slipped to death.

What a shame!

Although it is a wisp of consciousness of the eight-armed demon god, it is still empathetic, the demon god that has survived since ancient times, the blood of the Holy Emperor, how can he solve the hatred in his heart if he doesn't kill Zhang Fan?

"Whew~"

The demonic qi soared into the sky, and the heavens and the earth also felt his anger, and the board shook, as if it was about to collapse.

"Go straight south!"

Feeling the fury of the eight-armed demon god, Zhang Fan smiled slightly and whispered to the brute bull.

"Gotcha!"

The brute bull responded excitedly, took out the strength to feed, and ran really happily.

The shock of the blow just now, although he is still a little weak, but seeing his master so unkind to the eight-armed demon god in his eyes, he is still honored to be a mount.

Just as he was about to run harder, Zhang Fan said something in his ear, but he was stunned for a moment, and asked in disbelief: "Master, what did you just say?"

"I think I misheard. ”

Zhang Fan snorted impatiently: "Can you hear this wrong?!"

"I'm asking you, with all your might, how many months can you run at most?"

"Ah~"

The brute bull's feet were soft, and he almost fell to the ground directly, although the speed did not slow down, but the crooked bumps were still indispensable, which made Zhang Fan snort dissatisfied.

"How many months? How many months can you run?"

The bull's mind was full of paste, and he only felt that the world was about to collapse.

Not to mention running for a few months, if it is the current speed, even running for half a month, it can kill his cow, and it can be sent directly to the cemetery for a few months.

There was the master's supervision, and the eight-armed demon god biting his tail, although the wild bull was full of questions, he didn't dare to delay a little, and ran wildly.

Several times approached, several times pulled away, and in the blink of an eye, more than an hour passed, and the angry eight-armed demon god really couldn't catch up.

The brute's breath was a lot rougher, like a broken windmill, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Master, almost, let's sneak the guy back back?"

"Go back, why do you want to go back?"

Zhang Fan glanced back indifferently and continued: "Keep running, all the way to the south." ”

"Uh~"

The brute cow timidly asked, "How long do you have to run?"

"Let's go for a month!"

Zhang Fan replied casually, but he didn't bother to answer again, turned over and sat on his back, ready to deal with the eight-armed demon god who roared over again.

"A month?" the brute cow trembled all over, "Isn't that going back to Qinzhou, what does the master want to do?"

The brute bull thought for a long time in a daze, and had no clue, only knowing that things were far from what he had originally guessed, and Zhang Fan was not just trying to lure the eight-armed demon god away and help the battlefield in Northern Xinjiang.

The fact is also the same, what the brute bull doesn't know is that at this time, Zhang Fan's mind has been pulled out from the danger in front of him, the magnificent battlefield in northern Xinjiang, and his eyes have become distant.

"Where are you now?"

"When will it appear?"

"I'm waiting for you!"

Unconsciously, the innate gossip money was held in Zhang Fan's hand, revealing a little bit from between his fingers, reflecting a brilliant light.

(To be continued)