Lin Fan's three dead kingfishers were put into his arms, and he remembered the words of the teleportation elder, and the intention of the head of the sect was to suppress, that is, to use the method of transcending the competition to warn these sect disciples to abide by the rules of the Flying Immortal Sword Sect.

He pinched the fingers of the arrow shaft and squeezed it hard, and the arrow shaft, which was as tough as iron, suddenly became two pieces and was thrown into the deep valley with his hand.

A pitch-black python tendon appeared in his hand.

A bloodthirsty smile appeared at the corner of Lin Fan's mouth, and he stomped out like lightning.

He held a sword in one hand and a python tendon in the other, and his body burst with a strong murderous aura.

The young man who was a hundred steps away, with a flip of his wrist, a big turquoise bow appeared in his hand, and the seven arrow feathers in the quiver on his waist were grabbed out by him.

The boy's bones exploded, and the large bow in his hand was drawn into a full moon, and the seven arrow feathers were fastened to the bowstring.

He also had a hideous face, and said with a wild smile in his mouth: "The Flying Immortal Sword Sect is not in the eyes of my Tian Liguo, my Feihong Country has a Broken Void Ancestor in charge, if you dare to move a finger of me, your Flying Immortal Sword Sect will be destroyed!"

"Give me death, seven stars shoot the moon".

"Jump"

The bowstring exploded, and seven meteor-like arrows flew out.

The terrible sound of arrows roared like a rolling wave.

The sound of thunder echoed in the mountains, and countless spirit birds were disturbed by the roar of arrows and fled into the sky in a hurry.

The seven staggered lightning bolts in Lin Fan's eyes shot huge ripples into the air.

The arrows came first, and then the ripples spread like ripples.

The staggered arrow feathers that rotated together pierced Lin Fan's chest like a sharp cone that rotated at high speed.

Lin Fan raised his big sword, his whole body True Yuan condensed on the sword body, and slashed out at the arrow feathers that were close by.

The big sword with the thickness of the bowl mouth was smashed down by Lin Fan as a big mountain, and the air in front of him was crushed by the sword body like rags.

With a loud roar, Tian Liguo's perception was black in front of him, his ears were ringing like deafness, and a ball of fire rose in the air.

Seven fourth-order magic arrows made of refined iron shattered like iron sand under Lin Fan's heavy sword.

Flying fragments of fine iron fell everywhere in the mountains like a torrential rain, curling white smoke from the hard bluestone, and countless dense stone nests appeared in the eyes.

Tian Liguo looked at Lin Fan, who flew like King Kong descending into the world, his heart trembled, and he roared wildly: "With the Broken Gang Arrow, even Jindan Laozi will drill a few holes for him today!"

The three people beside him also had a large bow in their hands, and the bow body was green.

The four of them drew a turquoise arrow feather from the quiver on their waists at the same time.

The big bow in his hand was full of the moon, and the tip of the turquoise arrow was like the tail needle of a poisonous scorpion, flashing with pitch-black light, and a trace of fishy smell appeared in the air.

Tian Liguo and the others injected the true yuan of their whole body into the arrow feathers buckled on the bowstring, and four jet-black smoke rose at the tip of the arrow.

Poison, great poison.

Lin Fan's eyes were cold, and he was really angry at this time.

In the Flying Immortal Sword Sect, he dared to use this vicious arrow on his disciples, and the Flying Immortal Sword Sect was like nothing.

The clam in Lin Fan's abdomen was like a heavy drum struck, his abdomen suddenly bulged, and an earth-shattering roar sounded in his mouth.

"Roll"

A mist drifting over the mountainside suddenly disappeared, and the air in front of Tian Liguo and the others seemed to be detonated.

The waves of air flying in all directions set off countless flying air marks in the air.

The four of them slammed into their chests as if they had been punched hard, their mouths muffled, and their bodies rose high forward.

The arrow feathers on the bowstring suddenly flew into the sky, and the huge poisonous smoke on the arrow left a dark air hole in the air.

"Smack"

With a crisp whip sound, the finger-thick python tendon in Lin Fan's hand slapped Tian Liguo's cheek.

His fair cheeks suddenly opened with flesh, and a bone-deep whip mark stretched across his face.

With a terrible howl, he fell to the ground, rolling in all directions, blood splattering between his cheeks.

"Bang Bang Bang"

Dense whip shadows rained down, and the four monks, who had just been on their toes, rolled on the ground and wailed.

Twenty lashes per person, no more, no less.

Tian Liguo and others were pumped full of blood, and the feces and urine were down.

Lin Fan did not have a trace of softness, the python tendons in his hands shook, locked the four of them firmly, and dragged them down the mountain on the stone steps of Bulao Mountain.

A few miles below Lin Fan, there is a long pavilion for viewing.

Outside the pavilion, hundreds of monks sat cross-legged on the ground, and they dismantled the wood from the pavilion and set up several fires.

The spirit leopard in the jungle of Bulao Mountain, the birds are skinned and disemboweled, and they are roasted on a blazing flame.

These monks have human races, demon clans, and even a few demon cultivators in black robes.

They sat around their own fires, making loud noises as if they were in the same place.

In the long pavilion like ruins, dozens of monks of the Flying Immortal Sword Sect fell to the ground with scars.

The swords in their hands broke, blood dripping from their mouths, and their wide, angry eyes filled with endless rage.

It's a pity that they all fell in a pool of blood at this time, their body bones were broken, and they couldn't move half a step.

In front of one of the largest bonfires, several demon clans with a wolf's head carefully cut a freshly roasted spirit leopard into small pieces with a silver knife, and respectfully handed it to a young man dressed in white.

The young man's cheeks were covered with scales and armor, a pair of triangular eyes flashed with fierce light, and a long blood-red tongue in his mouth "licked" the corners of his mouth from time to time.

The breath of a body is cold and gloomy, and the erected pupils contract from time to time.

He swallowed the leopard meat handed to him in one bite, and said with a little satisfaction on his face: "Although this Flying Immortal Sword Sect is shabby, the wild things in the mountains and forests are also delicious, when you leave, bring some more back, give the clansmen a taste, and also give my father a better face."

Several wolf-headed demon beasts hurriedly nodded and said arrogantly: "Young Master, a few ancestors are at the bottom of the mountain, and the Flying Immortal Sword Sect does not dare to have any dissatisfaction, when the young master completes your training, the little demon will capture more spiritual objects in this mountain forest and bring them back to you."

The young man nodded with satisfaction, and said to himself: "The ancestor doesn't know what he is thinking, but he actually let me go to the Flying Immortal Sword Sect to experience in such a lowly sect, and said that the opportunity is here, can my demon clan also understand in the Immortal Ladder, and the awakening bloodline is not successful?"

At this time, several demon cultivators in black robes pointed at the disciples of the Flying Immortal Sword Sect who fell to the ground and said, "That is, now, my demon cultivators have joined forces with you and the righteous path, otherwise these wastes would have long since become the nourishment for you and me to improve their cultivation and be devoured!"

The disciples of some other sects also said with disdain: "They all say that sword cultivation is powerful, I think it's just like that, what a bunch of waste!"

"Come on, drink, wait for these leopard meat to be cold, the taste will be much worse, but the scenery of this Bulao Mountain is good, and the aura is also very sufficient, if I send it, it will be a beautiful thing!"

"Haha, don't dream about your Bihai Chaoyin faction, here I have been in the Thundering Mountain for many years!"

"Good wine! good meat!"

"Guys, you have a big appetite, have you ever asked me about the big sword in my hand?"

"Whew"

A terrible sound of breaking wind, and several hoarse howls sounded.

Several figures were fiercely slammed to the ground, and a big sword shot from the air was heavily inserted in front of everyone.

The big sword entered the stone, and the dense cracks on the hard bluestone stretched in all directions.

In countless eyes, a young man who exuded a cold and murderous aura came into view.