Jinqi City.

Zhen Depang is facing a life-and-death threat.

A loud shout resounded throughout the city.

"You dare!!!"

What followed was a mysterious yellow pagoda hanging over Zhen Depang's head, bringing a light curtain down.

“~~~~”

Ripples arose on the light curtain, and a transparent flying sword that appeared faintly under the light curtain.

Not far from the big pit, a figure appeared, with a middle-aged look and a dark face.

Zhou Fan landed on the ground from the sky and stared at him with his eyes tightly.

"Senior Brother, if you slow down, your junior brother's life will be lost!" Zhen Depang cried and looked at the ripples outside the light curtain, feeling palpitations.

It's just a little bit, it's just a little bit, and I'll be unable to see the sun tomorrow.

"Don't worry, junior brother, everything is under the control of senior brother." Zhou Fan smiled and comforted Zhen Depang, who was a little anxious.

"This is also under the control of the senior brother?" Zhen Depang stretched out his trembling fat hand with a suspicious look on his face and pointed at the middle-aged man in the Yinqiu in the distance.

Zhou Fan stared at the middle-aged man silently and snorted coldly.

"Tell me the person who commands me behind my back, I can make you die more happily. Now, you have ten seconds!"

He stood behind his back with his hands, and his divine thoughts were emitted.

One second, two seconds, three seconds, four...

"Um!!"

A clear light flashed between his eyebrows, and Zhou Fan clearly saw nine transparent long swords attacking him silently in the void.

If it weren't for the warning of the sky eye, the consequences would be unpredictable.

Invisible flying sword??

It must be that the stone powder is added, and the ordinary invisible flying sword cannot be hidden from its own induction.

The greatest value of the invisible flying sword is the word "invisible". It hides the cultivator's perception of the divine thoughts and can only be known until the attack comes. Unfortunately, everything is over at this time.

It is actually a necessary magic weapon for assassination, and it is hard to defend against.

"It seems that you are not willing to die if you don't want to Huanghe. Junior brother, step back."

Standing with his hands behind his back, Zhou Fan shook his head, stretched out his hand, and a lightning leaped on his fingertips, flashing, spreading in all directions.

Zhen Depang, who was covered by Linglong Tower, heard this and flashed out without hesitation.

In the blink of an eye, Zhou Fan became a sea of ​​thunder, and the figure standing in it looked like the legendary ancient thunder god, with its magnificent power, strong and inviolable.

The nine invisible flying swords that were attacking at an extremely fast speed were fixed by the flashing lightning and suddenly stopped in the void.

The Divine Sword and Thunder Control True Art, the magic trick that Zhou Fan deduced in the morning, has been deduced by Zhou Fan using the Great Yan Pearl more than ten times, and its power is incomparable to the original version.

The sea of ​​thunder changed, and a sharp sword light appeared in the void. At this time, the golden crow had disappeared, and the jade rabbit rose eastward. With the faint moonlight, the sword blade was shining, and the sky was blue and vast, and lightning was jumping from time to time, which was daunting.

"You said, should I be happy or happy, so that you, the perfect cultivator of the Golden Pill who is close to the transformation of God, greets you with nine invisible flying swords."

Zhou Fan smiled and said.

"It's time now, you haven't spoken yet, but you're very loyal to your master."

"We are waiting for this trip just to seek wealth, not to seek life. As long as you hand over the Kongsha mace, we will leave immediately." The middle-aged man said in a hoarse voice.

"Hung Sha Mace?"

What is this? Do I have it? Zhou Fan fell into deep thought.

"Young Master Zhou was joking. The Xingyu Mountains of Huiyang Mansion, your Young Master Zhou killed the Baikong monster. This incident was a hot topic at the beginning."

"Liaojin Mace!!"

Zhou Fan remembered that Baikong's big mace was called Kongsha mace, but he was used to being called Qingjin Big Mace.

"Then I think you know my identity too!" Zhou Fan looked at him playfully... Damn, what about the name.

"Hey, haven't you told me your name yet? I won't kill the nameless ghost under my sword!"

This unexpected change in tone made the middle-aged man feel stuffy in his chest and not vomiting.

Subconsciously, he said his name, "Yin Boya!"

Thinking that Zhou Fan used some magic trick, Yin Boya said in a angrily and embarrassed manner, "The high-ranking disciple of Yuxu is just like this. I'd better hand over the Kongsha mace."

As he finished speaking, his body transformed. As if a ghost was passing through the dark night, a light red invisible flame net appeared in the dark and rushed towards Zhou Fan from all directions.

The principle that the first move is the best, and then the move is the same.

The red net Zhou Fan knew that the magic weapon refined from the spider silk spit out by the poisonous flame golden spider was also highly poisonous.

Zhou Fan shook his head, too lazy to talk, the sea of ​​thunder floated, and a ray of lightning suddenly enveloped the spider web flying from the air.

The lightning appeared, and the spider web was instantly turned into ashes. Zhou Fan frowned, looked at a corner of the street and said softly.

"The body is good."

Yin Boya looked at the place where she was standing in fear.

At this time, he had already been trapped in a sword net composed of sharp sword lights. The cold light was refreshing.

"Aren't you just the middle stage of Daoji?" Yin Boya looked at Zhou Fan with a gloomy face.

The reason why he dared to tease Zhou Fan was that he thought that Zhou Fan could use the mysterious yellow gourd to reverse the transformation of the gods with the Taoist foundation.

This is not surprising. The top sect gave heavy treasures to protect their disciples. What's more, an ordinary person with no cultivation can kill the gods and souls with the heavy treasures.

Before he came, he had prepared his magic weapon for protection.

But now, Zhou Fan has such power based on his cultivation level, and he almost instantly broke the poisonous flame gold net that he had obtained through endless hardships.

Such awesomeness is completely beyond imagination!

"Zhou Fan, aren't you afraid that something will happen to your junior sister when you leave?"

Thinking of Zhou Fan and the mysterious yellow-skinned gourd, Yin Boya's eyes flashed, and dozens of red red lights in her hands had already flew out, just to withdraw.

This move is the trump card that is at the bottom of the box.

Sulfur poisonous thunder.

The sulfur poisonous thunder is made by collecting evil energy that has accumulated underground for many years. This poisonous flame is extremely difficult to mine.

But once it is refined into a thunder bead, it is specialized in destroying the magic weapon of a cultivator. Once it is hit, it is the least the true body is incomplete, and the worst is the bombardment and killed on the spot.

Extraordinary value.

The moment the sulfur poisonous thunder flew out, Yin Boya rolled up a light red light and prepared to quit and come again next time.

"Go to the dark world and ask the person who reported to you!"

Zhou Fan curled his lips and pointed his hand. The Qingfeng sword in the sea of ​​thunder rushed towards Yin Boya with thunder lightning.

Feeling the terrifying chill behind him, Yin Boya's heart was broken, and blood appeared on her body, and she was about to fly out of the sky.

The method of blood escape consumes one's own essence and blood to increase speed. It is a forbidden technique and cannot be used easily.

In the midst of lightning, a fierce sword of lightning swept across Yin Boya's body.

There was a trace of joy of escaping in Fei Zong's eyes, and his body turned into ashes in mid-air and drifted into the air.

All things are born to nourish people, and nothing can repay heaven.

The monk seizes the inspiration of heaven and earth, nourishes himself, seeks fortune, and looks for the path of immortality. After his death, nothing will be left.

Zhou Fan felt a little emotional inexplicably.

As the thoughts moved, the sea of ​​thunder flashed, and within a few breaths, it turned into a sword of thunder, swimming around Zhou Fan like a swimming fish.
Chapter completed!