I saw that several subordinates had already surrounded Fun Xiaonan.

"Zhengshengjun, since you are here, then keep your life!" Zhang Hanling smiled coldly, stared at Fun Xiaonan with a cold expression, and the blue-black long gown that was hanging down began to slowly swell up. Even a long red ruler was quietly appeared on Zhang Hanling's right hand.

This long red ruler is full of mysterious and complex special patterns. At this moment, a trace of strange blood is faintly dispersed. The Shentong Realm Spiritual Pressure contained in it is deep and strong. Obviously, once you take action, it will definitely inspire unimaginable special magical powers!

"Domin Lord, don't worry! This makes him unable to live forever!"

One of them was a subordinate from the upper level of the spiritual realm with quick hands and feet. He smiled and bullied himself in front of him. He waved his sword with his right hand and slashed at Xiaonan!

At the same time, the slightly wider left arm raised slightly without moving, and glanced directly at Fun Xiaonan!

"Puff puff puff!"

In an instant, twelve crossbow arrows with extremely strong rays were shot towards Xiaonan like a rainstorm!

Judging from the sharp sound of breaking through the air, the power of this powerful crossbow is definitely enough to penetrate the steel plate! Under the twelve volleys, the power is even stronger than the sword-controlling techniques of ordinary psychic monks. If ordinary psychic monks suddenly saw this scene, they would have been scared to their legs and feet, and their faces were as bright as earth.

But when Fun Xiaonan saw this scene, he just snorted coldly, and saw a faint blue light flashing slightly from Fun Xiaonan.

"call!"

The next moment, a single-edge sword in his right hand drew a circle, and a storm with extremely strong pressure suddenly stirred up from Fun Xiaonan!

This storm not only easily knocked away the powerful crossbows, but also wrapped the arrows in turn and turned around and shot at Zhang Hanling, the lame old man and the seven strong men behind him!

Immediately afterwards, something flew out in Xiaonan's left hand, and the yellow light surged, but the divine whip shot out quickly!

Zhang Hanling raised a long red ruler, and his bloody stool rose in a moment, and he easily flew the arrow!

Seeing this, the lame old man was shocked and quickly waved the black iron crutch in his hand to block two arrows, but he was still bombarded outside the house by the violent hurricane that followed.

The men in front of them did not react and were shot directly by all the remaining arrows. Before they could even scream, they were blown away by the storm that followed. They immediately blew blood from their mouths and flew backwards.

The other two strong men who were slightly behind were shocked when they saw this scene, and they screamed and were about to escape.

Unfortunately, before they had time to run a few steps, the magic whip was already whistling and swept past their necks!

The next moment, the two heads fell to the ground with a gurgle.

Until now, the tidy inner courtyard had already been full of holes and finally collapsed with a bang and dust.

Fun Xiaonan used his sword energy to dispel the smoke and dust again, and then he showed a trace of evil spirit on his face and said coldly: "The clown jumping and dares to have the idea of ​​himself, he really doesn't know how to live or die!"

Then, his left hand shook slightly, took out a talisman with golden light, and threw it at Zhang Hanling with force!

The talisman exploded instantly and turned into a golden needle of light, pricking Zhang Hanling like thunder.

Just as he was about to rush in, Zhang Hanling, who was hitting the head of Xiaonan in his hand, suddenly stopped and flashed to the side. He flashed through the strike, his eyes condensed, and blurted out: "The top-grade Taoist talisman, the golden needle talisman!?"

Xiaonan nodded slightly and replied: "That's right!"

Zhang Hanling looked stern, and looked at the light needle that came again with Fun Xiaonan's finger, and slashed the red ruler in his hand, repelling the light needle.

Looking at the light needle that was only slightly dimmed, he said in a silence: "Impossible, with such a high degree of fit, how could you be able to refine the top-grade Taoist talisman!"

Then, he was in a hurry, but he couldn't care about other people for a while.

When Xiao Nan used the magic trick in his hand, the light needle instantly accelerated and poked around Zhang Hanling wildly, but he took back the magic whip, holding a single-final sword in his hand, and strode towards the lame old man in the distance who had left a breath.

The lame old man was bleeding from his mouth, his face was pale and curled up on the ground. He looked at Fun Xiaonan coming, and his face showed a look of horror and was trembling.

However, Fun Xiaonan ignored how he thought, and strode away with a calm expression.

Seeing this, the lame old man raised his eyebrows and quickly showed his begging look, saying, "Your Excellency Changshengjun, you were all young and ignorant, so please be kind and give up your hand and let me go!"

"Let you go?"

A hint of mocking appeared at the corner of Xiaonan's mouth, and then the sword in his hand trembled slightly, and he was about to cut off the head of the lame old man!

"snort!"

But at this moment, the lame old man suddenly had a sharp look in his eyes, and a black iron crutch in his hand suddenly turned into a black stick shadow, crashing straight into Fun Xiaonan's chest!

This stick seems simple, but it seems slow and fast! The spiritual power contained in the iron stick makes the air tremble slightly!

Obviously, the old lame man had an extremely powerful spiritual power wrapped in this stick. At such a close distance and so unexpected, if he was hit on the front, even an ordinary peak psychic master would have to be smashed into his chest with a stick and died tragically on the spot!

It seems that this old man who is not good-looking is also a magic master at the peak of spiritual power.

If Fun Xiaonan was just an ordinary peak psychic monk, he was not aware of it for a while and was suddenly attacked by this old man pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, he might really be trapped here!

Unfortunately, when it comes to fighting experience, this old man is still 100,800 miles away from Xiaonan, compared to the Nine-generation King of the Immortality. How could I not be prepared for him?

Faced with this sudden stick, Fun Xiaonan just turned his wrist and grabbed the stick directly!

"You're looking for death!"

When the lame old man saw that Fun Xiaonan dared to be so arrogant, he used one of his hands to pick up his iron rod. He immediately had an angry look on his face. After a angrily shout, his strength increased by another three points!

"boom!"

Only a loud noise was heard in my ears. This black iron rod, which was like a poisonous snake, stopped steadily after a loud noise.

Looking closely, it was this black iron rod that was firmly held in the hands of Fu Xiaonan.

When the lame old man saw this, he immediately widened his old eyes and showed a look of horror.

But he quickly realized that he immediately let go of the iron rod, turned around and ran away, and said stammeringly: "Your Excellency Changshengjun, it's all misunderstandings, misunderstandings..."
Chapter completed!