The golden light flashed in Fan Li's hand, but he found that this silver filament was so tough that it couldn't be pulled at all. Frightened, the golden flame in his hand spit out, and the silver filament melted. But now, I can't leave.

I saw seven people coming out of the bushes one after another. Wang Changsheng, who was five short figures, and Ye Mao, who had a big head like a bucket, walked over side by side with resentment.

Behind the two, three people stood each. Wang Dali, who had a broken arm, was among them, staring at Fan Li with gloomy eyes, as if he wanted to eat people. It's just that his face is pale, his blood is insufficient, and he is obviously seriously injured, and he can only be regarded as a wasted person.

A person with a similar face to Ye Mao, with a good fluctuating spiritual power, but he is a spiritual qi monk of the eighteenth layer of Peiyuan. The flying needle just now should have been sent by this person. Judging by his appearance and age, he should be Ye Mao's second brother, Ye Yun.

Standing next to him was a lean man in his thirties, still a little linked to Ye Mao. Within this person's dantian, the battle qi roared, and a cyan glare lingered on his body, circling and flying up and down, looking extremely violent.

"The Monk of the Early Stage of Spiritual Cultivation!"

As soon as Fan Li saw this lean man, his heart sank. This person is Ye Mao's eldest brother, one of the powerhouses of Weishui City, Ye Ming.

The others were all family members brought by Wang Changsheng before.

"It's bad! The two brothers of the Ye family, who are famous for their murder, kill people without blinking. ”

Many of the powerhouses of Weishui City died at the hands of the two. Facing such a person, Fan Li felt a little panicked in his heart.

But immediately his face returned to normal, but he was unusually confused: without Ye Meiniang's ability, how did they chase here? It's really a little weird.

The silver silk slipped down, and a golden light revealed through the body. A silver thunderbolt quietly slid from the sleeve to the palm of the hand. But now I feel that this silver thunder doesn't seem to be enough.

Fan Li spoke first: "Everyone, you look up to Fan so much? Hehe, welcome to the Wild Swamp, but there is no wine to entertain, so I can only drink some northwest wind. ”

Wang Changsheng said in a strange manner: "Everyone, pay attention, don't hit his white bone chasing wind finger." Ye Gongzi, what we said is still the same, his heaven and earth spiritual fire belongs to you, and the spirit of the moment belongs to me. ”

This man had been thinking about the earth-shattering claw that night, and he was terrified. I want this thing secondly.

The snot under Ye Mao's nostrils is gone, but it is moist. His head, on the other hand, was a little bigger. At this time, seeing Fan Li's appearance of being restrained, he looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "Bastard, you are so polite to speak today? Where is your former majesty? You show off your uncle again, be arrogant." ”

As soon as this son's voice fell, a flash of inspiration appeared in his hand, and the void was slapped with a palm, and the light flickered, and it was actually a slap in the face of Fan Li.

As soon as Fan Li's head was tilted, a flash of aura from this son fell short. Then he sneered: "This kind of method, you also take it out to show off." I think you'd better hurry back and keep your group of wives and concubines, otherwise, you'll have to wear seventeen or eighteen green hats, haha. ”

Ye Mao was so angry that he was smoking, and shouted: "Miscellaneous, it's time for this time, and give the uncle a poor mouth, and he will be angry." If you kneel down and beg for mercy, and obediently sacrifice the fire spirit, you may still have a chance to live. But now, Young Master Ben has to teach you a lesson with his own hands to know what to do. ”

This guy is obviously a dog fighting people, and none of the people behind him are good at stubble, and they are all much higher than Fan Li's cultivation. If anyone makes a move, Fan Li must use all his means to save his life.

The current white bone chasing wind claw is obviously useless. The last time I shot three people dead in the lake, it was a complete accident. Even if it can work, with a brake master in the spiritual cultivation period, at most he can only hurt one person.

The hunting tube is also in the hands of the other party. Moreover, under the condition that the other party already understood his methods, Fan Li lost these unexpected killer features, and his surname was worried.

Now the hope is the silver gang thunder. But a group of people are not stupid, and they will not stand there and let the power of the silver gang thunder spread. All this made Fan Li really smell death.

After Ye Mao finished speaking, he stepped forward and stood five feet away from Fan Li. patted the Qiankun bag on his waist, and a cyan jade bottle was held in his hand.

This thing is the size of a fist, with a long neck, a brilliant aura, and an amazing aura. The mouth of the bottle is plugged with a golden oval round stopper. The bottle is inscribed with some golden patterns, as well as some twisted and strange lines, like water ripples. As soon as it appeared, everyone felt the air around them churn.

When Fan Li saw this thing, he was taken aback in his heart: What kind of thing is this? Could it be a top-grade spiritual weapon? Such a powerful spiritual power fluctuation, what else could it be besides a top-grade spiritual weapon? But this kind of thing, how could Ye Mao's cultivation of the eleventh layer of Peiyuan be driven? I couldn't help but be puzzled.

Ye Mao habitually exhaled his nostrils. Holding the jade bottle, he despised Fan Li and sneered: "Bastard, do you know what this is? This is an immortal weapon, nor is it a magic weapon, she is called an immortal slash, a peerless treasure." Look at Master Ben, use this thing to cut you into a human stick. ”

Then he said to the group of people behind him: "Don't move, I want to teach this son a lesson first, so that I can relieve the hatred in my heart and vent the evil anger in my chest." ”

As soon as this guy finished speaking, he pointed the mouth of the bottle at Fan Li and reached out to pull the stopper. Suddenly, a blue thing flew out of the mouth of the bottle and disappeared in one fell swoop.

The kid hurriedly plugged the cork.

When Fan Li was facing him at the mouth of the bottle, the feeling of danger came again. His heart froze, and the blue light flashed in his subconscious eyes, and at the moment when the blue light flickered, he faintly saw a very thin thing, three inches long, the size of a palm, flying out of the bottle like lightning and cutting towards his thigh, silently, like a thin wind knife.

Fan Li's hair stood on end, and after screaming, his figure flashed and swept out two feet away. But when he heard a soft 'poof' sound, the thin wind knife slid against the outer side of his thigh, and the blood flowed for a long time, and a small cut had been cut.

I saw a bush behind me, in the rapid sound of 'snorting ......', a large piece was cut off.

Fan Li gasped, if it weren't for the fact that his spiritual eyes flashed for a moment and he saw this thing, the consequences of this thigh would be unpredictable.

That Ye Mao also said 'Huh', he understands the power of this thing, it can be said that it will be effective when he shoots, and he has never missed. It is also the ancestor of his family's Jindan, who sent home a treasure of the town clan when he closed the life and death pass more than a hundred years ago.

The world is so big, this thing is unique. It is the great master of refining weapons belonging to his Jade Bone Sect, in order to refine a jade bottle treasure that can store wind spiritual power. But by mistake, he inadvertently refined such a 'strange treasure'. After that, I tried to refine another one, but none of them succeeded.

The power of this strange treasure, a piece of wind knife emitted, can be equivalent to the power of a blow of a low-grade spiritual weapon.

This thing is better than not consuming the aura that drives the person, and if you open the stopper, you can emit the power of a low-grade spiritual weapon. And the most amazing thing is that it is silent, formless, and within a range of 30 zhang, it can have extremely strong lethality. Just aim at the person's vital point and release it, pointing at where and attacking it.

The reason why it is called an immortal slash is that the immortal cannot see how this thing attacks people. But he was peeked through by Fan Litian's spiritual eye.

However, this thing can only be used after three attacks, and it will have to be left for three months before it can be used again. Even so, it is also a great thing.

Not only Ye Mao was surprised. Even the eldest and second eldest of the Ye family looked at Fan Li in disbelief, how did this person avoid this invisible first slash?

Fan Li wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, flipped his hand, and took out Ye Meiniang's long black spirit scorpion soft tail whip.

As soon as his figure flashed, he rushed towards Ye Mao, and his braids shook his tails. There was a crisp sound of 'pop', and after a spiritual energy was injected into the whip body, it emitted a black slenderness. The slender whip tail shook weirdly, and it actually rose high, like a scorpion about to become a philosopher, and above the whip tail, a slender spirit needle swallowed out, which seemed quite agile. In a flash, the tail of the whip was divided into two, two into four, and eight black spirit whip phantoms fell on the top of Ye Mao's head.

This guy was still stunned, and he was a little puzzled whether Fan Li had avoided it, or if he hadn't aimed at the cut part?

As soon as he saw that the black whip was pressed down like a mountain, the 'hiss' exploded, and he hurriedly rolled on the spot with the jade bottle, and turned it out three feet away.

As soon as his figure stood still, he pointed the jade bottle at Fan Li's right thigh, and opened the mouth of the bottle with a 'pop'.

With a sinister smile on the corner of Fan Li's mouth, he saw the movement and direction of his stopper, but shook it towards the opposite side of the crowd. Between the flashes of golden light, only a soft sound of 'bang' was heard, and the hem of Fan Li's robe was cut off by the wind knife.

"Boom"

The wind knife shot into the dirt behind him, kicking up a cloud of dust three feet high.

Fan Li's body is running continuously, and his speed is extremely fast. A spiritual energy surged into the whip body, and the black light flashed, and the black whip suddenly soared more than a foot. The weird one shrouded Ye Mao's whole body. There are no less than seventeen or eighteen whip shadows, and above the tail of the whip, there is a black glow that makes people palpitate.

This shape is like a black peacock opening the screen, and the sky is full of black light.

This is Ye Meiniang's spirit scorpion whip driving technique. A set of whip books is in the Qiankun bag, and Fan Li searched for a long time before finding it.

There are only three types of whip method, but one type of nine changes, quite a bit of supernatural, after Fan Li got started, he saw that the front was a swampy area, and he began to practice, at this time it really came in handy.

That Ye Mao didn't expect the black whip to skyrocket for such a long time, and under the fright, his body shook rapidly. But suddenly, there was a sudden change, and the whip shadow in the sky disappeared in a flash.

But listening to the crisp sound of 'pop', Ye Mao felt that something was pricked on the back of his hand. The jade bottle in his hand fell to the ground with a 'bang'.

The long whip flashed, but it let go of Ye Mao's surname, and rolled towards the jade bottle on the ground, a series of lightning fast, almost drunk in one go.

After everyone understood Fan Li's plan, the jade bottle had been swept into the air by the strength of the black whip, and it was thrown more than ten zhang high, and a group of people were shocked.

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