Xia Fan had long expected that the arrow was quite powerful, so he was not surprised by this, but he would not let the situation continue.

Because if the sword formation is completely exploded, then the fifty-six realms used to form the formation will inevitably be damaged, which is not what Xia Fan wants to see.

Xia Fan pinched a magic trick with both hands. With the urge of his divine thoughts, the sword formation that had been constantly retreating by arrows flew away.

"Huh...bang..." The next moment, the sword formation flew back, but did not come to Xia Fan. Then, like a storm, he smashed towards the two evil cultivators in the Dao Realm who were trying to reverse the situation.

At the same time, Xia Fan's body flashed several times, avoiding the pursuit of arrows, and rushing towards the eight-armed evil cultivator.

The eight-armed evil cultivator obviously did not expect Xia Fan to come to the door on his own initiative. In a daze, a ferocious smile appeared on his face.

The next moment, except for the two arms holding the bow and arrow, the remaining six arms were all holding various melee weapons. In addition to swords, there were also guns, steel whips, shields and short axes.

Although they are all weapons of long swords, they are all shining with treasures and are definitely not mediocre things. These things have extraordinary lethality in their hands.

As the light flashed, the eight-armed evil cultivator had already waved the weapon in his hand and slashed towards Xia Fan.

At this time, the eight-armed evil cultivator did not seem to have eight arms, but seemed to have thousands of long ones. Even the common weapons held in his hand seemed to have become tens of millions of pieces when they cooperated with each other.

Xia Fan had experienced this kind of scene where he obviously had only one opponent, but when he fought, he was like facing several people.

But he didn't care now, because from the beginning he had no intention of simply fighting the eight-armed evil cultivator.

"Swish..." Before he really rushed to the eight-armed evil cultivator, Xia Fan flicked his fingers and bounced a colorful light towards him.

This light is naturally the destruction of the divine light.

The eight-armed evil cultivator was able to suppress his strength before, pretending to be a late-stage master realm of the evil cultivator followed behind the two evil cultivators in the Dao Assistance Realm. After surviving in the big explosion, he did not rush out to fight with Xia Fan. Instead, he hid in the dark and wanted to find an opportunity to plot against Xia Fan, so he was naturally not the kind of reckless person.

Therefore, even if the eight-armed evil cultivator is powerful in combat, especially good at fighting in close combat, he is not reckless. When he saw the destructive divine light, he not only did not rush over, but instead felt instinctively dangerous and subconsciously took a step back.

However, his retreat certainly avoided the bombardment of the destruction divine light, but he also lost the only chance to save his companions.

When the Destruction Divine Light flew out, the eight-armed evil cultivator retreated violently. Xia Fan realized that his idea of ​​killing the Destruction Divine Light was completely ruined when he didn't know the power of the Destruction Divine Light.

However, Xia Fan was not too depressed, nor did he urge the Divine Light to chase him.

"Bang..." With the loud noise, the destruction light suddenly flew back to Xia Fan and directly hit the arrow chasing Xia Fan.

This is no longer just a collision between magic weapons, but also a collision of the world rules contained in their respective areas.

For a moment, countless lights flashed, and the light was unstable, followed by a thunderous explosion and the violent impact that swept around.

This time the impact did not spread out too much, but instead shook the surrounding void, so that the void that nearly 100,000 miles seemed to collapse and violently shocked.

During this period, the colorful light became brighter and more dazzling. Until the arrow completely collapsed with a loud bang, the divine light of destruction was already bright to the extreme.

At this time, the divine light of destruction flew out again.

But he was still not chasing the eight-armed evil cultivator, but was fighting towards the two evil cultivators in the Dao Realm who were suddenly bombarded like a storm.

Originally, these two evil cultivators in the Dao Assistance Realm had already begun to fall under the attacks of the flames and the destructive fire driven by the fire dragon clone. When the fifty-six realms bombarded the rivers and rivers were even more declining.

Both of them dare no longer hope to reverse the situation and kill Xia Fan, and they just want to save their lives and escape from this battle.

But when Mei waited for them to think about how to evacuate, the divine light of destruction came.

These repeated attacks actually happened in a very short period of time, so that these two evil cultivators could only be exhausted to deal with them.

This also led to their final tragic ending.

When the divine light of destruction fell, the two evil cultivators instinctively felt the danger, but they could not escape, so they could only bite the bullet and activate the eight-sided pestle and the mysterious water spirit to block it.

Then……

The destructive divine light directly penetrated the lightning and the mysterious water essence that blocked it, and then hit the two evil cultivators with shocked faces.

"Bang..." When the colorful light shook, the two evil cultivators' faces did not restrain their shock, fear, and despair, and they disappeared.

The eight-armed evil cultivator never thought that such a result would be. He showed shock on his face. At the same time, he threw a gun at Xia Fan without hesitation to stop him from chasing him and disappeared into the vast void.

"This guy is very slick and difficult to deal with!" Xia Fan looked at the direction where the eight-armed evil cultivator disappeared, thinking to himself.

On the battlefield, it is actually best to deal with people who are brave enough to fight. Just face them and kill them.

What really makes people feel difficult is that the most difficult thing is to take advantage of others, leave without any advantage, and never suffer any losses.

They will not rush hard regardless of life and death because of their momentary anger, but they may hold extreme revenge, and then hide in the dark and peek at them all the time, waiting for you to come out and give you a fatal blow when you are weak.

All this made them seem like they liked venomous snakes hiding in dark corners and attacking people.

"Next time I see him, I will definitely not let him go." Xia Fan thought to himself, but the fingers of both hands quickly popped up a series of magic tricks.

"Boom..." The fifty-six realms passed through the sky, making a deafening roar. The next moment, when it bombarded a shadow thousands of miles away from Xia Fan, it even made a shocking sound.

"Ah!" someone screamed, and then a huge light appeared from the shadow, which blocked the fifty-six realms for a moment in an instant.

However, Xia Fan's move was always like a surging river, so when the fifty-six realms were blocked, the flames and the magic fire that followed were buzzing down, like the rain of fire pouring down from the sky, or like a surging sea of ​​fire, sweeping towards the person hiding in the shadows.

"Bang..." The light finally became dimmed under the continuous impact of the fifty-six realms, the flames and the Demon Fire of Destruction.

"Xia Fan, misunderstanding, we are just here to help, and there is no malice!" A voice came from the light shrouded in the shadow.

Xia Fan is not unfamiliar with this voice, it belongs to Lu Qianzhu.

Even if I couldn't hear this sound, Xia Fan could not predict who would be here through the passage in the shadow at this time.

"No, there is no misunderstanding." Xia Fan said coldly: "Since you have appeared here, you are already full of malice. Lu Qianzhu, you helped me before, and I let you go. Our initial agreement ends here, so now you are useless."

"Senior Brother Third, don't ask him!" The Peacock Spirit's cry came, full of anger and resentment, "Xia Fan, if you kill us, you can't think of it yourself. Our master will definitely kill you."

"When he comes to find me, he may still kill whom!" Xia Fan said, flicking his finger.

The flames and the Demon Fire of Destruction suddenly fell downwards. At the same time, the sword formation formed by the fifty-six realms also blasted towards the light that protected Lu Qianzhu and the Peacock Spirit.

"Boom..." Although the blazing flames were fierce, it was impossible to destroy the light in a moment. However, the bombardment of the sword formation formed by the fifty-six realms caused the already dim light to collapse.

"Xia Fan, I will not let you die with you..." Lu Qianzhu's face changed suddenly, and he screamed loudly, and he pinched his hands with magic tricks. The big hand that had been condensed with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth took action again and blocked the sword formation directly.

In a hurry, Lu Qianzhu could only do this.

But it was obvious that Lu Qianzhu knew very well that this big hand could definitely not block the sword formation and the overwhelming flames.

Therefore, Lu Qianzhu directly sacrificed the magic weapon he had put in the box.

It was a bamboo pole, but about a meter long, with green leaves and a little purple at the edges. At first glance, it was really no different from ordinary bamboos.

But if you look closely, you will find that although the bamboo is not very tall, it has a proud and arrogant attitude, as if it is standing tall, which makes people feel a sense of looking up.

In addition, when the bamboo flew over Lu Qian's head, it began to shine with dazzling purple light, and the purple meaning at the edge of the bamboo leaves continued to spread, gradually forming mysterious runes among the bamboo leaves.

When the leaves became talismans, the entire bamboo was surrounded by the purple light, and the surroundings appeared purple.

"Senior Brother Third, you..." When Peacock Spirit saw this bamboo, his face suddenly changed and he spoke out to try to dissuade him.

"No need to say more." Lu Qianzhu shook his head and said, "If it weren't, we wouldn't be able to escape this disaster."

"It's not that there is still a master..." Peacock Spirit wanted to say something, but before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a loud noise.

Although the light that protected them collapsed, it did not completely dissipate. Instead, after a brief silence, an extremely powerful pressure suddenly erupted.

For Xia Fan, this pressure is not unfamiliar with it, because he experienced it when he first wanted to kill the Peacock Spirit.

This pressure comes from the magician.

He suffered a big loss at that time, so of course he was very impressed.

It's just that one time and another, as Xia Fan now entered the realm of asking for Taoism. Although this pressure is still strong, it is no longer enough to cause any crushing damage to him.

At the same time, he would never care about the warnings and threats implied in this pressure.

Since he wanted to kill Zheng Lu Qianzhu and Peacock Spirit, he would naturally not be afraid that the demon master would come to settle the score with him after their death.

Some people will die in the end, and some grudges must be settled. As for whom they will get involved and what trouble will happen in the future, Xia Fan doesn't care.
Chapter completed!