Chapter Ninety-Two: Escaped

Seeing that Murong Fu was about to be defeated at the hands of the silver-faced man, Zhuo Bufan and the unfair Daoist glanced at each other, as if they were lovers, and they instantly bounced.

The Demon Lord can ignore everyone's thoughts and attack Murong Fu and the others. Then when he cleans up Murong Fu, will the butcher knife be aimed at Zhuo Bufan and them? Even if the Demon Lord wouldn't do anything to them in the future, when it was best to fight for the antidote to the 'Life and Death Talisman', the Demon Sect would naturally no longer tolerate their existence and would eventually attack them. At that time, without the containment of Murong Fu and the others, who else would be the opponent of the Demon Sect? Therefore, unless they go down the mountain and give up the ambition in their hearts, they will be on the bar with the Divine Sect no matter what, so they must ensure the safety of Murong Fu and the others.

Uniting Murong to resist the Demon Sect is Zhuo Bufan's heart.

Zhuo Bufan suddenly brushed, pulled out the long sword, the cold light flashed, sneered a few times, in this moment, he two swords, two swords, four swords, the weak cultivator saw the sword light flashed, and he couldn't see how many swords he had made. In mid-air, if Feng Lin didn't make a move, he would definitely be cut into a stick.

Zhuo Bufan's face showed a hint of triumph, he was very confident in his swordsmanship, even if this person could escape from his hands, it was not so easy.

The uneven Taoist who jumped up at the same time as Zhuo Bufan poured his strength into the dust, and the roots of the dust were like steel needles, piercing the people's bodies, and the storage could poke out a hole.

Feng Lin sensed the crisis and was furious in his heart. Seeing that Nan Murong, who had a great reputation in the rivers and lakes, was about to die at his hands, and someone actually jumped out to make trouble at this time, how could he not be angry?

But no matter what, Feng Lin couldn't ignore the attack behind him. In desperation, he had no choice but to change his tactics to resist. But just then, a flat voice sounded in his ears.

'Ignore it!'

That's right, this voice is Zhang Feng's voice. On the occasion of Zhuo Bufan's shot. Zhang Feng knew that things were getting troublesome.

Feng Lin's martial arts were higher than those of Murong Fu, Zhuo Bufan and the three of Buping Daoren, if it was one-on-one, he could naturally defeat them easily. But now that they're joining forces, the power isn't as simple as one plus one. Feng Lin may be able to defeat the three, but it will not be done in a short time. During this time, Deng Baichuan could completely defeat Zhong Wanqiu, thus leading to the failure of the plan.

Looking at the thirty-six caves and the people of the seventy-two islands, Zhang Feng knew that he couldn't drag it out, otherwise the Divine Sect would become the target of everyone. When the time comes, it will be difficult to subdue them.

A bright light slashed down from the top of Zhang Feng's head, slashing from head to toe without hindrance.

"Haha, the Demon Lord was killed by me......" The person who sneaked up on the attack didn't have time to be complacent, but saw that the Demon Lord, who should have been stabbed in half, actually disappeared slowly. Seeing this scene, he instantly recalled the moment when the Demon Lord and Duan Yu fought that day. "Remnant...... Remnant...... Shadow!" When this person saw this scene, his hot mind had cooled down, and he thought that he had the audacity to slash the Demon Lord. He swallowed, and his face became very ugly.

When the man raised his head and looked in Feng Lin's direction. But now the Demon Lord was already standing behind Zhuo Bufan and the Unjust Daoist at some point, reaching out with both hands, grabbing the clothes on the two of them.

Zhang Feng approached silently, like a wood and stone, without a trace of breath. This hand is a means of restraining the breath. It's amazing. It can be seen how well Zhang Feng controls the power on his body, even Zhuo Bufan, who is the party concerned, did not react.

"What?" Zhuo Bufan was shocked, although he attacked the silver-faced man, as long as others approached him. He could still detect it, but he didn't expect to be approached by the Demon Lord silently this time. If they hadn't noticed anything strange on their bodies, they wouldn't have been able to detect the Demon Lord's approach. Zhuo Bufan's face was ugly. The Demon Lord can get close to himself without being revealed, doesn't this mean that he wants to kill himself, and he can't resist at all?

Zhuo Bufan responded to the gods, and immediately resisted, but suddenly sensed a pure and strong internal force entering the body. This internal force destroys the extraordinary resistance with the power of destroying the withering and decaying. Immediately after that, he followed the meridians and went straight to the acupoints on Zhuo Bufan's body.

Suddenly, Zhuo Bufan's whole body couldn't lift a trace of strength, and his face changed color. 'It's over!'

"Hmph!" Zhang Feng snorted coldly, stepped on the ground with his right foot, grabbed the clothes of Zhuo Bufan and jumped backwards.

The offensive was interrupted, Zhuo Bufan's two bodies suddenly lost their balance, and the clothes on their waists were pulled by the Demon Lord, and the attacks of the two could no longer touch Feng Lin. In the horrified gaze of the two, their bodies involuntarily showed funny movements, their limbs stretched forward, their buttocks back, and they played a trick of flattening the sand and falling geese.

Instantly retreating three feet, Zhang Feng sneered, changed his gesture, and pressed heavily on the ground.

Smack!

Zhuo Bufan's buttocks slammed into the ground heavily.

"Ahh With severe pain, the weapon in his hand could no longer be grasped and fell next to his body.

A person's spine is the key to supporting a person, and if the spine is damaged, then the person will not die or be disabled.

On the other side, he was looking at Zhuo Bufan and the two with hope, but he didn't expect to be stopped by the Demon Lord, and Murong Fu was so angry that he almost vomited blood. However, the attack of the silver-faced man in front of him had arrived, and Murong Fu had no way to avoid it, so he had to grit his teeth and endure the internal injuries, urging the remaining strength to resist.

Boom!

Not only was he injured, but most of his internal strength was consumed, and Murong Fu's Dou Zhuan Xing Shift could no longer play much of a role, and was slapped away by Feng Lin with a palm in the air.

Burst!

Murong Fu threw his body away, and a mouthful of blood sprayed in the air, looking extremely miserable.

"Childe!" Deng Baichuan saw that Murong Fu was knocked away, his eyes were about to split, his eyes were full of anger, and he roared angrily, shaking Zhong Wanqiu away with one palm. Immediately after that, he jumped backwards like a rabbit and caught Murong Fu, who was still in mid-air.

"Let's go!" Deng Baichuan was on his toes on the ground, holding Murong Fu and flying a few times, and ran down the mountain like a fly, and did not forget to greet the other three brothers before leaving.

"Can you get away?" Feng Lin sneered, and was about to chase after him, but suddenly his ears moved, as if he heard something, and his feet stopped.

The heroes don't suffer immediate losses, and the three of them immediately put down their opponents, use light skills and run away, even if they love to fight.

"In that case, you can leave it for me!" Feng Lin frowned, and then ignored Deng Baichuan, who ran away, slapped his right palm in the air, and intercepted the three people who were about to run away. (To be continued!)

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