At this moment, Ji Qianming on the ground jumped up, held the mummy and took a few steps back, and thirteen mirror knife fragments surrounded him.

In my mind, Ye Wen flashed in "Fantasy" and a black pistol appeared in Ji Qianming's hands.

The second-level fantasy can make Ji Qianming more precise objects, which can be said to be a qualitative leap compared to the first-level!

Ji Qianming quickly raised his gun, aimed, and fired three shots at the head across the river.

Bang bang bang bang!

He snorted coldly across the river, and one foot stepped on the ground, and a crack was directly stepped on. A magic figure appeared behind his burly body, blocking all the bullets.

Squeak.

At this moment, the black van stood up straight, and the huge body weighing several tons hit the river.

Bijiang snorted coldly, and a dark golden light flashed across his right hand. He raised his arm suddenly and a huge fist hit the chassis of the van.

clang!

The fist across the river hit the chassis without any fancy, making a loud noise, and the huge van actually cracked inch from the chassis, and then flew out!

The figure across the river did not retreat at all, as if the one who had just knocked off was not a truck weighing several tons, but a pillow.

"Is this person the Tongxuan Realm or the most difficult physical cultivation!" Zhang Fan walked out from behind the pillar and said solemnly.

Ji Qianming's heart skipped a beat. The Tongxuan realm was equivalent to their third-level ability. Although the three of them now have combat power beyond the second-level, they still don't have much chance of winning against the Tongxuan realm.

What's more, is it the physical cultivation of refining the body as a magic weapon?

"We have no chance of winning. Qianming, please leave with the pharaoh's body. I and I will break the rear!" Zhang Fan said calmly.

"Hehe, you two ants deserve to fight me?" Bijiang said sarcastically as if he had heard a joke, "It seems that you still don't realize the gap between us."

After saying that, the Dharma image once again covered his body, and the surging spiritual power was stirring in every corner of the body. The pressure alone made the three of them breathless.

Hop!

He stepped on the ground across the river, dragging out several afterimages, and in the blink of an eye, he came to Ji Qianming.

So fast!

The three of them felt their eyes blurred, and a huge fist hit Ji Qianming's head like a meteor. If it hits it firmly, the outcome will definitely be even worse than that of Liu Sanshui!

Hanyuhara's movements were the fastest. Shiraki Shizuki immediately left her body and used the fastest sword to slash. The sharp blade slashed directly at the arms of Bijiang.

"No sword to take, [June]!"

Two hands suddenly burst out from the back of Bijiang. One hand was covered with dark gold light, and grabbed it against Bai Xueji's blade, and the other hand hit Hanyuhara's chest like lightning.

With a muffled sound, Hanyuhara was directly knocked away by a punch, and a deep fist mark appeared on his chest, while the other hand that crossed the river to hold the knife was only a few drops of blood flowed.

Almost the moment his fist hit Ji Qianming, the mummy in Ji Qianming's hand suddenly shook, and the mummy's head directly blocked the fist across the river, and took the blow!

Ji Qianming was shocked by this powerful impact and took dozens of steps back and fell to the ground.

"Huh?" Bijiang's brow frowned slightly, as if he didn't expect that his killing attack would be blocked by this kid.

Not only him, Ji Qianming also looked at the mummy beside him with a confused look on his face. It was definitely not his action just now. How did the mummy suddenly come to him?

Could it be... a zombie! Ji Qianming shivered, but no matter what, it was the mummy that saved his life.

"Hara! Are you okay?" Ji Qianming ran to Hanyuhara quickly.

Hanyuhara spitted blood in her mouth, struggling to stand up, her expression twisted, "Ahem, it's okay."

Brother, your chest is falling down! Is this okay? Ji Qianming's face is anxious.

Zhang Fan frowned at this moment. The other party seriously injured the two in just two seconds. If this continues, he will really be destroyed here!

"Qianming, take him and the mummy away!" Zhang Fan's left eye suddenly burst out with a dazzling golden light, staring at the crossing river, and shouting loudly.

Ji Qianming was shocked all over, and suddenly thought of something and turned his head suddenly.

"Boss! You..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Fan held one hand in a slight grasp and pulled it violently.

Two huge stone pillars suddenly trembled, and then they rose from the ground, bringing up large areas of smoke and dust.

"Go away!" Zhang Fan yelled again, the golden light in his left eye burned wildly, and a trace of blood and tears slid from the corner of his eyes. He had already overdrawn his mental power to the extreme!

"Hara, I have done the responsibility that matches my ability!" He glanced at Hanyuhara for the last time and said lightly.

boom!

Two huge stone pillars were suspended at the entrance of the mine and smashed down hard. The stone pillars easily pierced the ground with their own weight, perfectly blocking the entrance of the altar and the mine, blocking Ji Qianming and the others on the other side.

"Boss!!!" Ji Qianming roared hysterically, and two lines of hot tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

In his arms, Hanahara looked at the entrance of the mine, as if he had lost his soul, and had not recovered from what Zhang Fan said.

...

Inside the altar.

"It's interesting. Sacrifice yourself to save your companions. I admire you very much." Bijiang looked at this scene with interest, "So, I will kill you and then go out and kill everyone, let them go down to accompany you!"

"Is that right..." Zhang Fan saw Ji Qianming and the others successfully escaped, and the smile on the corner of his mouth flew in a flash, then looked at Bijiang with an expressionless expression, "You can't do it."

He suddenly pulled out a flying knife from his pocket and stabbed his left eye like lightning!

"You!" Bijiang was startled by this action, and then he was stunned.

The flying knife was inserted into the eyeball of his left eye, and blood flowed out wildly along the corners of his eyes. His face was twisted by the severe pain, and he held back the painful roar.

After piercing his eyeball, Zhang Fan endured the severe pain and pulled out the knife. The socket of his left eye had become bloody. The eyeball broke through a bloody mouth, and a golden leaf pattern shone in it.

The leaf pattern is covered with golden light. If you look closely, you will find that the surface of the leaf pattern is covered with black lines. At this moment, the black light flashes, forming an extremely mysterious formation, sealing most of the leaf patterns.

Starting from the shattering of Zhang Fan's eyeball, a supreme power filled the entire space.

"What is this?" Bijiang's whole body trembled violently, his knees could not control themselves. He had deep fear in his eyes. If it weren't for the body refining for many years, he might have crawled on the ground.

The golden leaf patterns flashed in Zhang Fan's eyes. Zhang Fan, with a bloody face, stood quietly in the same place, with a cold expression, like a demon.

Looking at the boy who was coexisting with the sacred and evil in front of him across the river, he finally couldn't hold on and fell to the ground with a plop.
Chapter completed!