When Lin Fan left, about five or six minutes later, more than a dozen figures came from the sky one after another, and the aura emitted by three of them was above everyone, it was the peak of condensation!

"Damn Lin Fan, if I arrest him, I will definitely kill him alive!" Looking at the dead subordinates on the ground, the third child roared angrily, what is even more infuriating is that Lin Fan not only killed his own people, but also made provocative remarks, so how not to be angry, how not to be angry. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The other two ninth-level monks beside him also had gloomy faces, and there was a monstrous anger burning in their eyes, although they didn't roar, but from the murderous intent in their eyes, it could be seen that their anger was no less than that of the third child!

But anger is anger, but they forgot one thing, it was they who took the initiative to besiege and kill Lin Fan, Lin Fan just resisted killing people for the sake of life, there is a kind of person in this world who always likes to impose his will on others, as if he should kill others, and it is an unforgivable crime for others to resist, and they are undoubtedly this kind of people.

"According to the character of that kid will definitely shoot again, and the information we got is wrong, if the kid is not hiding his strength, or there are hole cards that we don't know, maybe his strength is close to you and me, in order to avoid being broken by him one by one, from now on, each of the eight of us will bring a group, and each team will keep in touch at all times, once he is found, the first time to send out the signal, be sure to capture it in one fell swoop. A ninth-layer condensation cultivator who was suspected of leading said in a deep voice.

"Okay, just do what the eldest brother says, as long as that kid dares to appear, this time he will definitely be unable to escape!" The third child endured the killing intent in his heart, gritting his teeth, it can be seen that he has hated Lin Fan to the core.

"The young master treats us a lot on weekdays, now is the time for us to repay us, let's act!" The leading ninth-layer Qi Condensing Cultivator glanced at the others and said in a deep voice.

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In a low valley, surrounded by crystal and shiny ice, three immortal cultivators have been here for half an hour, one is a cultivator of the eighth layer of condensation, and the other two are all seven layers of condensation, and they look around from time to time, their eyes revealing a nervous color.

"I said when are we going to wait here?" said a seventh-level monk, his voice a little unnatural.

"Hehe, what do you know, that Lin Fan is elusive, but he is a bad star, if he really encounters it, maybe you and I will have to explain, let's stay here honestly, at least I can save a small life." The eighth-layer monk laughed dryly and said slowly.

"Is it really okay for us to do this?" asked the other.

"Why not, ten brothers have died in the past two days, then Lin Fan is not something we can deal with at all, we are cannon fodder at best, let's stay here with peace of mind." The eighth-layer monk sneered, this person looked like a grass on the wall, and the degree of sacrifice was definitely greater than his loyalty.

And hearing him say this, and then thinking of Lin Fan's horror, the two seventh-layer monks next to him flashed slightly, and they didn't speak.

Because they had already died ten of their companions in the past two days, Lin Fan had more or less left a shadow in their hearts.

After about five or six minutes like this, a monk of the seventh layer of condensation suddenly got up and walked forward.

"Where are you going?" asked one of them as he walked away.

"Lao Tzu went to pee and suffocated. He waved his hand and said without looking back.

"Damn Lin Fan, I'm scared in this place where birds don't shit. The man cursed and walked to a mountain wall and stopped, and then took out his dick and pointed it at the mountain wall, and there was a faint sound of running water.

After finishing the matter, the immortal cultivator's face was relaxed, and he turned around and went back.

Just as he turned around, a thin light shot out without any warning, from the mountain wall full of snow and ice, as fast as lightning, directly into the back of his head, this person's body, immediately paused, consciousness was blurred, and there was no sound.

Just as the man's body was about to fall, an arm suddenly reached out from the snow-covered mountain wall and pressed against his back, keeping him in a standing position.

Then the snow on the arm quickly fell off, revealing a white figure, except for a pair of eyes that were so cold that there was not the slightest hint of exposure outside, the rest of the parts were wrapped in white robes, this person was not Lin Fan or anyone else.

Lin Fan's spiritual power was injected into this person's body along the palm of his hand, controlling it to continue to move forward, and his figure was just hiding behind this person's back, walking forward.

Seeing this person return, the two immortal cultivators sitting on the ground just glanced at each other chatting, and did not have any suspicions.

It's getting closer and closer to these two people, ten meters... Eight meters... Five meters, at this moment, Lin Fan, who was hiding behind the corpse, attacked in vain!

The powerful spiritual power exploded instantly, and the Xuanqi Needle in his left hand was thrown out towards the eighth-layer monk of the condensation qi in an instant, and at the same time, he held the blue-light flying sword in his right hand, and swung it violently, and a sword qi more than two zhang long shot out from the tip of the sword like lightning.

At the moment when Lin Fan made a move, the eighth-layer cultivator of the eighth layer of condensing qi, his years of cultivation, coupled with his greedy and fearful of death, made him particularly sensitive to danger, and the Xuan Ling Needle was invisible and invisible, but this person actually made the god roll on the spot and dodge.

It's just that the seventh-layer monk next to him was not as lucky as him, and he didn't even have time to resist, so he was directly split in half by Lin Fan with a sword.

"Lin Fan!" The eighth-layer immortal cultivator could be said to have turned around in the Hades Palace, and stood up from the ground in embarrassment, his body was already soaked in cold sweat, and he looked at the figure wrapped in white in a daze, and spit out two words from his mouth with difficulty.

"Well, it seems that you were lucky enough to be able to dodge this blow. A cold voice came from under the white robe, without the slightest emotion, especially the eyes, faintly glowing red, which made people panic when they looked at it.

"That's how you killed us, no wonder you weren't able to send a signal once. The monk forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart, stared at Lin Fan with a pair of eyes, and said gloomily.

"You will die too!" Lin Fan's cold voice, with a murderous intent, as if the Grim Reaper's sentence was pronounced, and he started directly after finishing speaking!

The flying sword in his hand was instantly sacrificed by Lin Fan, and Sen Ran's sword qi shot out like a cyan match, instantly slashing through the sky, almost to the extreme!

"Arrogance!" a low cry came from the mouth of the eighth-layer monk, who also sacrificed his flying sword and slashed forward.

Clang!

The two flying swords suddenly collided together, and for a while, the flying swords flew up and down, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, rolling up snowflakes in the sky.

Lin Fan's eyes were like electricity, he had to fight quickly, the cultivation in his body was running vigorously, and the pure spiritual power was surging like a tide, Lin Fan's right hand suddenly pointed out towards the sky, this finger changed color! The flying sword in the sky of this finger suddenly shone brightly, and the sound of the sword was buzzing.

"Go!" A low shout came out of Lin Fan's mouth, and the flying sword in the sky shot out a three-zhang long sword, like a cyan dragon, as fast as lightning, and slashed down in an instant!

Seeing the unstoppable sword in the sky, the eighth-layer monk of condensing qi, a trace of horror flashed on his face, and then a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and when he bit the tip of his tongue, a mouthful of essence blood spurted out, and then the whole person became sluggish.

And the essence blood he spewed out was immediately absorbed by his flying sword, and the flying sword that absorbed his essence blood suddenly turned red, and exuded a faint smell of blood, "Blood Sacrifice Technique!" A low shout came out, and then the person's fingers slammed a little, and the red sword light flew out in an instant, colliding with the cyan sword light.

Suddenly, a dazzling light erupted in the sky, the sword aura rushed into the sky, and the wind and clouds changed color!

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