At that time, several people emerged and cultivators from Qinzhou are now showing off... The following is the most eye-catching thing about Zhang Fan, the Dharma Xiang Sect. At this time, there were many participants in the Qinzhou station. He immediately recognized him.

Originally, on the big stage of Tianzhuzhi. The battle, countless newcomers burst out and shining, but Zhang Fan never joined in and was gradually forgotten. But now he was shocked and used his tricks as soon as he appeared. Although he only killed a few juniors in the Qi Refining Stage, he saw that his methods were clean and neat and weird, and he was surprised and immediately aroused his memory of him.

"It's him!"

The few people in front, except for Zhang Fan's familiarity, did not show any surprise and surprise on their faces when they heard this, but they also looked up and down with interest, no longer as indifferent as before.

They are all prides of heaven and are the targets of the sect's focus. They are coming to make a name for themselves, but how can they pay less attention to the strong men of their generation? Zhang Fan has already entered their sight.

However, after several months of this place, this person has not appeared. He thought he was a meteor-like character. Unexpectedly, he suddenly appeared and showed his power. He couldn't help but become interested, wanting to see what's surprising about this belated competitor.

At the focus of everyone's eyes, Zhang Fanruo was unaware of anything. He swung his hand and ten deadly and weird corpses were pulled by invisible silk threads, and they flew out in all directions and fell to the distance.

It seemed as if he had done something insignificant, and he didn't pay attention to the girl behind him who looked at his back with a burning look, but just looked into the distance. He shouted loudly:

"Shenxiao Zong Situ Ya, Blood Demon Zong Chi Shu, Baiyao Sect Li Gong, Zhang Moute came to take your life, and you still haven't come out to get it.

The word "death" spread out like anger, instantly covering the entire Zhushan battlefield. Whether it was the two monks who were still fighting in various places, or the people in the three states, they all heard clearly and were in their ears, and then they all showed a strange look on their faces.

"It's really arrogant!"

Everyone in Qinzhou never thought that Zhang Fan would be like this as soon as he opened his mouth. To be nice, he would be arrogant. To be ugly, he would be arrogant. From his tone, he seemed to be fighting against three, and he would be killed if he opened his mouth, and he would not take the other party seriously at all.

"He Fang's crazy gangster is shouting here, but you won't sign up yet!"

The sound came, and a thin old man at the foot of the mountain turned into a ray of light and flew out. When he landed on the ground, he looked around and saw the corpse. He immediately showed sadness and anger on his face, and he glared at Zhang Fan.

Although he didn't know much about the situation on the Tianzhu Mountain battlefield, Zhang Fan also knew one or two. They were led by three foundation-building cultivators to form a group of ten juniors in the Qi Refining Stage, and fought each other in the entire kilogram and Tianzhu Mountain area.

At this time, I saw that the old man had no idea what the reaction was. Just looking at the messy and broken clothes on his body, his face was a little pale, and he had just fought hard, and he didn't see the other two foundation-building monks alone, so he could understand the general situation.

Two foundation-building masters died, but there were many juniors in the Qi Refining Stage, which shows that they were afraid that they were all from the same sect or from the same family, so they could take care of them so carefully.

All the hard work has saved them from death, and they did not want to be killed by Zhang Fan while chasing the remnants. This made the old man not angry, even if he was injured, he immediately appeared in Ran Lai.

Zhang Fan didn't care about this much. Although this old man was in the middle stage of foundation building, his appearance was far from the three people he was looking for. Obviously, it could not be his goal. Since that's the case, he was too lazy to talk nonsense to him.

"Rats dare not kill but dare to report."

When I saw him ignoring his words, I became even more angry and scolded him. Before the word "name" was expressed, I suddenly felt a flash of red light flashing, sweeping over him as if I was about to drown him.

"You dare!"

Unexpectedly, the other party took action without even saying a word. The old man flipped his palm and a huge turtle shell appeared, instantly swollen and blocked his body.

Under the cover of the turtle shell, the dazzling red light disappeared, and the old man could not see the situation ahead. As soon as his hand reached into the Qiankun bag, a sharp roar suddenly came, and the sound of the air being torn into his ears was extremely terrifying.

Even so, the old man didn't think there was anything worth worrying about. He saved this turtle shell-shaped spiritual weapon for many times. It was his most proud treasure, and it was not easy for the other party to break it.

Just as this thought flashed, the old man suddenly realized something abnormal. The sounds and colors between the ground seemed to have disappeared, everything was turned into black and white. At the same time, a strange feeling surged into his heart, as if he was instantly immersed in a certain artistic conception.

The intention of betrayal and the desire to fight, the indomitable will be determined to break the Yaotian.

The old man was forcibly pulled out of this artistic conception and was shocked. Although his cultivation and combat power were not outstanding, he was still a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building, and was so easily affected by his mind. So how terrifying the power of this magic itself is?

He soon knew the answer.

The sound was like a crack in silk. The inner wall of the turtle shell in front of me instantly raised four bulges, and the marks of five thumb claws appeared. It immediately torn and broke open. Countless armor pieces collapsed. A black claw mixed with gold and black flames accompanied by a black crow, and grabbed it in the chest.

"How is that possible?"

The old man was shocked, his heart was filled with fear and regret. He turned around and fled instinctively, like a flash of lightning. He only took two steps and his vest hurt. His chest swelled, and his whole person was curled into a bow. After a slight stagnation, blood mist burst out in the sky.

A huge hole suddenly appeared in the old man's vest, connecting with each other, and his internal organs disappeared. Only an empty body was left and he fell to the bottom.

"You don't deserve to know my name!"

The thunder attack killed him, and Zhang Fan said calmly. He no longer looked at him.

A seriously injured body, anger attacks the heart, but is exposed to the masters of the same level. It is either ignorant of self-esteem or unwise people. What is there to pay attention to?

This person is the highest cultivation person he killed with his own hands, but he doesn’t feel excited at all. It’s just something like an appetizer, so how can he be excited!

His real target was only the three culprits who caused Zhuo Hao's death. Only by killing those three people could he truly calm the anger in his heart. Everything else was just a cloud.

"Situ Ya, Li Gong, Chi Shuo, one person has died for you. When will he hide?"

As soon as this statement was spoken, it was already slapped in the face without any scruples, and the disdain and the desire to kill were undoubtedly revealed. When he heard this, everyone's eyes were focused on the three of them.

When Zhang Fan first spoke out to challenge him, the three of them had already gathered together. Seeing this situation, they looked at each other.

"Zheng Er nodded and immediately jumped into the air and appeared in front of Zhang Ji Xu

The three of them clearly saw that the other party's cultivation level was only in the middle stage of foundation building, and it was not higher than any of them. If such a person shouted and could not shrank, he would be really shameless to see others.

Seeing them appear, Zhang Fan's eyes lit up, his arms trembled slightly, and a bloody smell surged from his mouth. Zhuo Hao's voice flashed through his sea of ​​sound, and it turned into blood.

Their three are two men and one woman, and the woman is wearing purple clothes and long swords on her back. The most typical disciple of the Shenxiao Sect is dressed as a divine disciple.

The other two, one is a middle-aged man in a blue cloth dress, with a yellow complexion and a sinister expression. He held a medicine shovel in his hand, which was Li Gong, a Baiyao Sect.

Another man saw from his clothes that his hair and skin were full of blood-red, and his face was pretty and evil. At first glance, he looked like a middle-aged man in his thirties and forties. He looked at him slightly, and there seemed to be a suction force in his bloody pupils, as if he wanted to swallow his entire soul.

"Chi Li!"

Zhang Fan recited this name with a serious expression. The information obtained from Fuchang was that this person was a top master of the younger generation of the Blood Demon Sect. He was not old but had already had the cultivation level of the late stage of foundation building. His blood river magic skills shocked the world, and Zhuo Hao almost died under him alone.

"Who are you? Why are you in a hurry to die?"

The speaker is Chi Shi, with a light tone and a flirty voice, and he can't tell the difference between men and women when he speaks. When he speaks, the five fingers of a woman are like a slender and sharp woman, as if plucking the strings.

"Zhang Fan, Zhang Fan of the Faxiang Sect, and others on the neck of the neck to sacrifice to the senior brother Zhuo Hao."

Zhang Fan looked calm, his eyes swept across his face, as if he wanted to engrave their appearance deep in his heart, and the intention of resolutely killing was beyond words.

"Zhuo Hao?"

Chi Shu's fingers paused, and he repeated it in surprise, and then laughed wildly: "Hahaha, are you here to take revenge?"

"I think I'm a kidnapped countless people in my life. This is the first time someone has come to take revenge. It's interesting and interesting!"

Zhang Fan stopped talking at this time, letting him know why he died was enough. When his body moved, it suddenly turned into a stream of light and disappeared from the spot.

"Well? I'm going to do it now?"

Seeing this, Chi Shu moved his heart, but waved his hand. He stopped his two companions and seemed to have to face the challenge.

It would be a lie to say that they had no idea of ​​rushing to the top. Although the visitor seemed to be just a mid-stage cultivation level in the foundation building, he would definitely be able to hold on to something if he dared to clamor like this and would definitely underestimate it.

But later, after hearing his registration, I learned that this person was also a monk in Qinzhou, so the wishful thinking could not be made.

After all, it is a battlefield in the three states. If they really dare to rush forward and share the same hatred of the enemy, the other party will not sit idly by, and a melee will inevitably be a fight.

Instead of doing this, it is better to let the person who was injured late. After all, he is also a master in the late stage of foundation building, and he is enough to suppress the other party.

Among the three, Chi Shu was obviously the leader. Seeing his actions, Situ Ya and Li Gong both stopped and retreated, watched the battle from afar, and looked at them. They were full of confidence in Chi Shu and had no worries about him losing to the opponent.

The other party was in a fight, but Zhang Fan never took it seriously. The fiery red light flashed and a figure appeared, which was nearly ten feet away.

The flames were everywhere, burning endlessly. The craftsman stretched forward, and four under his palms were like a vortex. An inconspicuous red dot flickered out inside, and then swelled, instantly turning into a graceful and luxurious bronze mirror in his hand. The violent waves of spiritual energy spread, silently telling its extraordinaryness.

Seeing this, Chi Shu's expression condensed, no longer seemed to deal with it casually, and he turned a pound of it in his hand. The blood-red skull covered with dried serum appeared, holding it in his hand, his teeth falling, as if he was still opening and closing slightly, as if he was chewing and swallowing something.

The smell of blood like rust fills the nose, and the sound of sad crying makes people unable to make them mess with their ears. As soon as the skull appears, blood-red ripples spread, causing the qi and blood in everyone's body to float faintly, as if as long as the family shouts, they will break out of their body.

I wonder how many people can achieve such a fierce and powerful life and blood sacrifice?

Zhang Fan frowned slightly, but his movements did not change at all, and he did not show any movement. He suddenly turned red on the Great Sun Treasure Mirror. The mirror waved, and then it seemed like a volcano erupting and magma flowed. Large areas of fiery red poured out.

The half-condensed liquid was astonishingly high temperature. A long river of magma roared endlessly, turning into a rainbow and rushed straight into Chi Shu in the air.

The high temperature and flames are the opponents Chi Shu's blood river is unwilling to face. This was the case when he fought against Zhuo Hao a few days ago. It took a lot of tricks. I don't expect that his junior brother will be the same!

He didn't dare to neglect his injuries, so he took a deep breath. His palm flipped and condensed into a seal, hitting the back of the blood-colored skull.

The entire skull is only crystal clear here. For example, if rubies are generally not dirty, his palms are sealed on the screen. When the spiritual power surges, the skull is like being ordered by Jun, looking up and down, and it seems that there is a foreign object to vomit.

"Nine heavens and ten earths, Yin evil and filthy blood gathered!"

The beautiful redness is full of blood, and the smell of blood is so irritating that it is so exciting that it is so painful.

"The Blood River appears!" It drooped upside down, gathering the bright red of the sky, and suddenly turned into a drop of blood river.

As soon as the blood river came out, hundreds of feet in a radius suddenly changed today's land, and the eyes were full of bright red as a sea of ​​blood. The ears were filled with endless blood, like a river, surging endlessly.

Things will turn out to be the same as you are in such a river of blood. But there is no scent of fishy smell and nausea. Instead, there is a ubiquitous sweet fragrance lingering in your nose. You will feel drunk when you smell it, as if this river of blood is the most mellow wine in the world, and you will feel the heart of devoting it to drink and sing forever.

Zhang Fan's mind was so firm, but he was a little dazed. He woke up without a thought. His spiritual power was activated in his hand and a long roar was heard. The long river of magma flowed upwards and collided with the pouring blood river.

"Swish!"

In an instant, it seemed like a volcano erupted, and countless magma poured into rivers, lakes and seas, boiling everything and condensing everything.

Manyao was full of blood-red water vapor. If the previous blood-red eyes were mostly hallucinations, but the artistic conception reached, the blood-red water vapor at this time was real, and it was the product of the annihilation of magma and the blood river.

The magma and the blood river were in a tug-of-war, and the two sides gradually formed a confrontation and consumption in the air, and they were in a stalemate.

Seeing this, Zhang Fan, Chi Shu, and all the people watching the battle around him showed surprise on their faces.
Chapter completed!