"Little fat man!" Zhao Wuyan roared angrily, and he wanted to step forward when he turned his horse, but the master of Ouchi in front of him stopped in front of him and did not let him pass. There were already a few people watching from the sidelines, and if you go to the Black Wind Forest again, there is Han Feiguan, who was once the leader of the martial arts and is now in cahoots with the King of Penglai, standing there.

"Hahaha!" Han Feiguan felt whole body joy when he saw the little fat man fall into the sea of fire, and he looked at the burning black wind forest and laughed wildly, as if he had avenged the hatred of killing his father and taking his wife.

Suddenly, a huge flame burst out from the sea of fire in the Black Wind Forest. Strictly speaking, it should be a giant fire knife, cut out of the sea of fire.

Han Feiguan's laughter stopped abruptly, and he looked at the giant fire knife, looking a little panicked. Seeing that the fire knife was already approaching, he hurriedly raised the spirit snake sword in his hand to greet him.

Colliding with the giant fire knife, Han Feiguan's tiger body was shocked, his whole body seemed to have been struck by lightning, and the blood on his face seemed to have been drained all at once, becoming pale and ugly. Han Feiguan spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards. flew more than a foot away before he stood firm in front of him.

The fire knife was gone, and in its place was the body of the little fat man covered in flames. He was naked/naked, glowing crimson, naked/naked. It is estimated that his clothes were either burned by the flames of the Black Wind Forest or by the flames on his own body.

It turned out that the little fat man was injured and fell into the raging fire of the Black Wind Forest, but as everyone knows, since he was with the Phoenix Nirvana, he has absorbed the aura of the Phoenix and has the ability to be reborn from the fire. The raging flames made the little fat man, who was originally seriously injured, heal from his injuries in one fell swoop. Moreover, Xiu Wei seemed to be more refined before he was injured. So, the little fat man used a move to combine the human sword and attack Han Feiguan from the Black Wind Forest.

Han Feiguan took the blow of the little fat man, but he was injured internally, he looked at the strange man little fat man, and his eyes showed an incredible look.

The little fat man repelled Han Feiguan with one move, but did not take advantage of the situation to pursue, but like a ghost, he pounced on Tuxingsun. Tuxingsun killed Brother Liu Tian just now, and the little fat man hated him to the core. Now that he came out, what he thought of was to kill Tuxingsun and avenge Brother Liu Tian, so as to comfort him in the spirit of heaven.

Tuxingsun only felt a wave of heat surging towards him, which frightened him and made his face change greatly, and he hurriedly raised his sword to meet him. The little fat man's movements were like shifting shapes, and in a breath, he had already arrived in front of Tuxingsun. He raised his sword, used all his strength, and slashed down at Tuxingsun.

A dazzling gossip-shaped pattern appeared on the little fat man's knife gesture. People who see the pattern of the little fat man do not change color. It turned out that Fang was still a little fat man for seven weeks, and after the baptism of flames, he advanced gorgeously. From seven weeks at once, he jumped into the gossip period that many people dream of.

The little fat man went down with a knife, and the Tuxing Sun Lianren, who had set up the sword, took the sword, and split it into two at once. Suddenly, the internal organs on the ground rolled to the ground, and the blood instantly stained the ground. That scene, as terrifying as it is, is as terrifying as it gets.

Han Feiguan had already suffered internal injuries when the little fat man's swords were closed, but now, seeing the little fat man so brave, he was terrified. He grabbed Zhao Wouji, the prince of Penglai, drove his sword, and flew into the sky, and after a while, he flew away.

The masters of Luofeng Valley brought by Han Feiguan saw that their valley master didn't even say hello, so they left in a wolf. Suddenly, everyone felt a little chill in their hearts. So they also took up their swords and flew into the sky.

The little fat man didn't allow them all to escape like this, he raised his knife and slashed at a Luofeng Valley master in front of him. This master of Luofeng Valley is the iron battle of one of the five protectors of Luofeng Valley.

Tie Zhan just saw the little fat man slash to death with a single sword, and he knew that he was not the opponent of the little fat man who was advancing by leaps and bounds, but he still raised his sword to meet him. The swords collided, bursting out a few scorching sparks, and a soybean-sized gap suddenly appeared on Tie Zhan's sword, which was also extraordinary.

A huge and strange force penetrated through the sword of iron war. Tie Zhan spat out a mouthful of blood, flew upside down, and slammed it to the ground. His face was pale, and the scarlet blood had stained his gray tunic red. He struggled to get up, but he didn't have the strength to do it. I could only sigh helplessly, looked at the naked man who came over slowly, closed my eyes and waited for death.

Suddenly, a sound of breaking through the air roared. The little fat man stopped and looked at a man who raised his sword to block Tie Zhan. The little fat man's eyes showed a color of looking at the dead man, and he looked at the person standing in front of him very interestingly.

"Brother Geng, why are you back?"

Tie Zhan said anxiously, the reason why he was already weak, and a stream of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. Blood dripped down his chin and onto the loess on the ground, and the smell of blood was immediately covered by the rustic smell. It turned out that the person standing in front of Tie Zhan was Geng Wenyuan, one of the five protectors of Luofeng Valley.

Geng Wenyuan has always been good friends with Tie Zhan, and their friendship can be described as a fateful friendship. Geng Wenyuan had already flown into the air, and when he saw that Tie Zhan was seriously injured by the little fat man's move, he disregarded his own safety, went and returned, and stopped in front of Tie Zhan.

Geng Wenyuan smiled bitterly and said: "Brother Tie, the two of us have already made an oath, and we will be born on the same day and month of the same year, and I hope that the same year and month will be the same **." Now that you're like this, can I abandon you?"

Tie Zhan sighed and said helplessly: "I didn't expect that my Tie Zhan dragged down a good brother today. ”

Geng Wenyuan didn't want to make his good brother feel uneasy, and comforted him: "If the sky makes both of our brothers die here, I have no complaints." With that, his eyes fixed on the little fat man, as if waiting for a verdict from the Grim Reaper.

Although the little fat man admired Geng Wenyuan's brotherly righteousness very much, this did not hinder his determination to kill these two people in the slightest. The little fat man walked slowly towards Geng Wenyuan, his steps were very light. In Geng Wenyuan's opinion, the little fat man's footsteps seemed to be heavier than the beings in the thousand-year-old temple, and they hit his heart one by one. Beads of sweat on Geng Wenyuan's forehead ran down his temples, and his hand holding the sword became wet.

"Look at the knife!" the naked little fat man roared and raised his knife to slash at Geng Wenyuan.

Geng Wenyuan looked at this menacing knife, and didn't know if he could do it next. However, at this point, he can only force it down.

I never thought that the little fat man's knife was a false move, and his knife did not cut down, but a fast roundabout kick, which just hit Geng Wenyuan's chest.

"Uh......" Geng Wenyuan snorted, took a few steps back, and sat on the ground. The place where he sat happened to be not far from his good brother Tie Zhan.

After Geng Wenyuan sat down on the ground, the sword in his hand was also thrown again, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. Looking at the hideous-looking little fat man, Geng Wenyuan sighed, knowing that today and his brother were in a catastrophe. So, he didn't rush to stand up, but looked at each other, and the eyes of the two of them also showed a desolate look.

The little fat man approached the two step by step, and now both of them showed a look of generosity and righteousness. The little fat man walked up to Geng Wenyuan and slowly raised the sword. At this time, Geng Wenyuan looked at the little fat man's sword, but he had no fear of death.

Seeing that the little fat man was about to drop the knife, a hurried shout suddenly came from the air: "Young man, keep people under the knife!"

The little fat man heard the shout, the knife did not fall, and he looked in a daze as a figure in the sky came from the sword. This person was very fast, and in a blink of an eye, he came to the little fat man. After falling, the man anxiously looked at Geng Wenyuan, who was pale on the ground.

The little fat man was seventy or eighty years old when he saw this, with gray hair and a dark complexion, but there was not even a trace of wrinkles on his face. After he fell, he did not confront the little fat man with a weapon, but stood there with his bare hands. Although the old man had no weapon in his hand, the pressure on the little fat man was unprecedented. Even if Han Feiguan faced the gossip period just now, he couldn't make the little fat man feel so nervous.

What surprised Qi Wenyuan even more was that this old man was not an imperial sword, but a piece of emerald green bamboo.

"Daddy, why are you here?"

Geng Wenyuan, who was lying on the ground, saw the person coming, his face became even more ugly, like a child who had done something wrong, he lowered his head, and did not dare to face this white-bearded old man.

The white-bearded old man did not answer Geng Wenyuan's words, but looked at the little fat man and pleaded: "Old man Geng Shuo, beg the young man's subordinates to be merciful and let me go through the only bloodline of the Geng family." ”

It turned out that this white-bearded old man was called Geng Shuo, and he was Geng Wenyuan's father. Geng Shuo doesn't look like he is sixty or seventy years old, and he is already more than one hundred and thirty years old. A body of cultivation is the pinnacle, but he rarely makes moves with others. On his 100th birthday, his newly married wife gave birth to a child named Geng Wenyuan.

Today, Geng Shuo was meditating with his eyes closed, and suddenly felt restless, he pinched his fingers and counted, knowing that the only bloodline of his Geng family was in danger. So, he hurried through the air.

In the face of this old man, the little fat man was not sure of victory. Coupled with the old man's verbal pleading, the little fat man had a good impression. The little fat man also admired Geng Wenyuan's righteousness in his heart, so he nodded.

Geng Shuo saw the little fat man nodding in agreement, with a grateful look on his face, and said, "Thank you!" After speaking, he leaned in front of his son Geng Wenyuan, took out a small white bottle from his arms, poured out a black pill the size of a perseverance soybean from it, and reached out and stuffed it into Geng Wenyuan's mouth.