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The scope of the investigation is small, Yue Fan can rush over in an instant, and it is not easy to alarm too many people and cause too many monks to besiege.

Wow!

Again and again, when Yue Fan investigated the twenty-third divine sense, he immediately found a black-robed monk, and the black-robed monk also looked up suddenly.

"Whoosh!" Yue Fan was like a Dapeng bird, whistling like lightning, swooping down directly from the mountain peak above, and in a flash, he had already reached the black-robed monk.

In Yue Fan's induction, this black-robed monk was a cultivator at the peak of the twelfth order of the Immortal Disciple, and there were no other monks beside him at this moment, it seemed that he was too confident in his own cultivation, so he was so blatantly walking slowly in the valley.

At this time, in the great hall.

Hey, there is another little guy who doesn't know whether to live or die and rushed to the genius Situ Zishan cultivated in the Situ family, who killed the embryo, tsk, he is only a tenth-order immortal apprentice, and his courage is commendable, it seems that he is another person who was carried away by the reward, but this Situ Zishan should be able to rank in the top fifty among the 100,000 people this time in the old man's opinion, an old man in the hall with white hair and sharp eyes like an eagle said.

As soon as he spoke, he immediately focused the gaze of the other dozens of elders who were a little bored.

At this moment, inside the Heavenly Spirit Mirror.

"Look for death!" Seeing Yue Fan flying towards him like a Dapeng bird, the black-robed monk's face turned cold, his eyes flashed with murderous intent, and two long knives glowing with cold light appeared in his hands as soon as he flipped his hand.

Immediately after, in a flash of cold light, two swords rushed towards the approaching Yue Fanli at a very fast speed, bringing the sound of whirring wind.

It seems that this black-robed monk also has a lot of research on the use of knives, otherwise, just by relying on spiritual weapons, he would definitely not be able to deliver such a blow, seeing which sword came in an instant, Yue Fan's heart instantly had a judgment.

But Yue Fan was able to still appear after sensing the cultivation of the black-robed monk, wasn't he unsure, seeing those two swords roaring, less than twenty meters away from Yue Fan and the black-robed monk, Yue Fan's flying figure, with a bang, disappeared.

The two swords were still slashing straight out, and after a loud bang, they left two large black holes in the mountain in the distance, and the rocks were splashed.

The black-robed monk saw Yue Fan disappear suddenly, his eyes froze, but there was not the slightest panic on his face, but a spiritual power shield rose around his body, and then, countless wind blades burst out from his body, attacking indiscriminately around him, obviously very experienced in the enemy, far from being comparable to the immortal disciple eleventh order monk that Yue Fan had encountered before.

With a burst of wind blades, ripples rippled like water waves in the void two meters behind him, and then there was a sound like a clash of gold and iron, and a figure slowly emerged. It was Yue Fan, who was out of his body by the wind blade*, at this moment, his face was solemn, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, several yellow talismans appeared in his hand, and almost at the same time as they appeared, they turned into fireballs the size of a basin and shot towards the black-robed monk.

Not only did these fireballs dematerialize extremely quickly, but Yue Fan's position at this moment was extremely skillful, and those fireballs faintly sealed all the retreats of the black-robed monk, so that he could not retreat at all, but had to face several of them that seemed to be quite powerful, and as they slashed, the void was faintly distorted.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Several basin-sized fireballs smashed one after another on the spiritual power shield that the black-robed man hastily raised, and suddenly the spiritual power shield collapsed in a wild flash, revealing the black-robed man inside.

But almost at the same time as Yue Fan made a move, the black-robed monk was not idle, taking advantage of the gap where the fireball broke through the shield, he flipped his hands, and a large red flag about a foot long appeared in his hand, the flag was shining with blood, and it was embroidered with a vicious red Jiao with teeth and claws.

At this time, the black-robed monk saw Yue Fan's series of attacks clearly, and unexpectedly, he couldn't help but be extremely annoyed.

He has always been a genius in his family, and there have been countless souls that have died under his hands over the years, and they have even been used to sacrifice and refine this powerful top-level spiritual weapon Red Jiao Banner, which has always been his share of killing others, but this time he made a monk whose cultivation was not as good as him, and the monk of the tenth order of the immortal disciple was caught off guard, which made him suddenly feel murderous in his heart.

However, to be known as a genius in his family, not only by virtue of his martial arts, but also the combat consciousness and mind honed in the battles are also much higher than those of the monks of the same level.

Therefore, he did not hesitate to take out the most powerful Red Jiao Banner in his hand and prepare for a quick battle.

However, since Yue Fan appeared, he didn't even say a word, and immediately attacked violently, and he shot sharply, with a never-ending posture.

In desperation, the black-robed monk, that is, Situ Zishan, whose strength could be ranked in the top fifty among the nearly 100,000 monks of the nearly 100,000 people, didn't care about attacking again, he handed the red flag to his left hand and held it alone, but his left hand touched his waist and took out a yellow talisman from the storage bag.

Immediately after, he threw the yellow talisman in front of him, and the words in his mouth quickly began to read.

And in an instant, Yue Fan's second wave of attacks had already arrived in front of Situ Zishan, and he saw dozens of basin-sized fireballs smashing over.

Only then did the black-robed monk Situ Zishan point to the yellow talisman with one hand, and shouted loudly:

"Water Wall Technique, up!"

With the shout, the yellow talisman suddenly burst into blue light, and suddenly turned into a pale blue wall of water, about a dozen zhang high, lying horizontally around Situ Zishan's body, wrapping his body in an impermeable air, blocking the path of those fireballs.

The sound of sneering suddenly became louder, and a burst of white mist rose on the spot, and Situ Zishan under the protection of the water wall was not damaged at all, but in that mist, a red dragon rose.

"Carving insect skills, dare to take it out to offer ugliness! This Taoist friend, although I don't know your name, I don't know your origin, but today, you are dead! I found the head of my Situ Zishan, if you want to blame, blame you for your bad luck, hahahahahaha. As the crimson dragon soared into the air, the black-robed monk laughed wildly.

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