Blood-scaled snakes continued to eject from the group of blood-scaled snakes, and bite at the purple-gold armor on Zhou Fan's body.

The big snake with a blood scale that was about one meter long tried to strangle Zhou Fan with its snake body.

However, Zhou Fan's body had purple gold flames rising up, and the De-word knife in his hand was waving so much that it was impossible to enter, and blood-scaled snakes were constantly being chopped to death in front of him.

A blood-scaled snake behind him wanted to bite him, but it was burned into a scorched snake by the flames of the purple-gold armor.

"Brother Zhou, I'll help you." Li Jiuyue shook the golden sword in her hand and wanted to help Zhou Fan relieve the pressure.

"Don't." Zhou Fan shouted without looking back, "Brother Li, I'm enough to be alone."

Li Jiuyue: “…”

Li Jiuyue knew that Zhou Fan had committed another problem.

With blood-scaled snakes across it, it was not easy for him to cross the snakes to rescue the people hanging on the tree. Moreover, those people have been controlled and lost consciousness. Even if he can relieve those people, it will be difficult to bring them back. He thought about it and could only watch on the side for the time being.

The blood-scaled snake died layer by layer, and the snake tail on Monk Fayue's face and neck trembled even harder. He did not expect that this human would be so strong.

He seriously underestimated the strength of these two humans. In his hands, the golden snakes kept making whistles that were not as good as snakes could make, urging the blood-scaled snake group to attack Zhou Fan.

But the purple gold-burning armored flame on Zhou Fan's body was too domineering, and the blood-scaled snake group continued to go one after another, but still could not break through the defense, and it was burned and fell to the ground.

His De-word sword was so fast that it was suffocating. In one breath, there were about ten swords. Every time he slashed, countless snakes were chopped to death or burned to death.

These are just the black-game blood-scale snakes that are killing him without any effort now.

The urging the blood-scaled snake group to attack wildly only accelerated Zhou Fan's speed of killing snakes.

"Go back, back." Fayue trembled all over. In just a short time, half of the blood-scaled snake group died. The loss was too great to bear.

The golden snake screamed again, and the blood-scaled snake group did not dare to attack Zhou Fan again, and quickly swam backwards on the ground.

The ground in front of Zhou Fan was stained with snake blood. His eyes were scorching and he looked at the monk Fayue behind the retreating group of blood-scaled snakes: "Why are you going to retreat? I'm almost exhausted. You can almost kill me? Let the snake come over."

Monk Fayue almost vomited blood. If he didn't retreat, the blood-scaled snake group would probably die. This strange warrior showed no sign of exhaustion. Do you really think he was a fool?

He looked behind him again. The fight in the darkness was full of all kinds of dangers. The snake Buddha and the madman had not yet decided on the outcome.

If the snake Buddha killed the madman and came back and saw that his snake was dead, he would definitely not be able to spare him.

He whispered a few strange words to himself, and the blood-scaled snakes dispersed in all directions of the open space.

Monk Fayue made up his mind to keep the blood-scaled snake group as much as possible before the snake Buddha returns.

"Bastard, don't leave." Zhou Fan quickly chased the group of blood-scaled snakes, and he slashed it with one knife.

However, the open space in front of the palace gate was too large, and the blood-scaled snake crawled at a fast speed. Even though they were far inferior to Zhou Fan, they had such speed and were too dispersed, so Zhou Fan could not help but have difficulty killing.

Li Jiuyue was also attacked by some blood-scaled snakes, and he had to draw his sword to kill the snake.

Zhou Fan chased more than a dozen people and stopped, the blood-scaled snake did not dare to approach him.

He thought that there was such a good situation now, as long as the madman was relied on to hold the snake man up, if the madman could not hold him back, and the snake man came back, it would be difficult for him to kill the snake group so easily, so he had to think of a way.

Thinking of this, Zhou Fan looked at the old monk Fayue standing on the edge.

The snake tail on the face of the old monk Fayue trembled violently, his eyes showed panic, and he turned around and ran to the left side of the open space.

"You can't kill the snake, I'll kill you." Zhou Fan raised his sword and chased the old monk Fayue, "You won't let the snake protect you!"

The old monk Fayue had this intention, but when he heard Zhou Fan say this, he was unwilling to be fooled. He gritted his teeth and pulled out phantoms, which were obviously phantom-level speed. He thought Zhou Fan would not be able to catch up with him for a while.

Zhou Fan also used the phantom-level body technique and kept increasing the distance to put pressure on the old monk Fayue.

But as he saw that he had already drawn one meter closer, the old monk was still very tough and refused to call the snake to protect him.

Zhou Fan was angry, and his body moved to Monk Fayue in an instant and grabbed it with one palm.

The old monk Fayue didn't expect Zhou Fan to be so amazing. He slapped out with his left hand and rushed towards Zhou Fan with a smell of fishy smell.

But Zhou Fan was wearing purple gold armor, and the poisonous smell could not penetrate into his body and dissipate with the wind.

Zhou Fan changed his palm to fist, and his fist had cold blue flames breeding.

The fists and palms intersected, and the old monk Fayue was knocked to the ground and rolled several times. He stood up and blew out a little snake, spurting it out, eyes staring at Zhou Fan who was standing in horror.

He couldn't even hold on with a punch. Is this man already in a blood-changing section?

"If you don't let the snake group come to save you, you will have no chance." Zhou Fan walked slowly towards the old monk Fayue, and the huge oppressive force attacked the old monk Fayue.

"Don't be too shameless, a soldier can be killed or humiliated." Old monk Fayue coughed up another mouthful of blood. His eyes were sharp, but he still insisted on not calling the snake.

However, he did not try to escape again, but stood there because it was impossible to escape. He saw clearly that Zhou Fan had already killed him if he wanted to kill him.

"You said I'm shameless?" Zhou Fan put the giant sword on the shoulder of the old monk Fayue, "I have always been a virtuous gentleman. What kind of sword do you think I'm this?"

The old monk Fayue was stunned for a moment. He glanced at the giant sword. The red and black sword was covered with blood patterns and the bright red blood blade.

"What kind of knife is this?" Old Monk Fayue couldn't recognize it, but he still asked.

"Silly bald donkey, look at what word is the handle of my knife? This is the word De!" Zhou Fan scolded, "This is the word De sword. I, Zhou Fan, have always won people with virtue, otherwise you would have died long ago."

Li Jiuyue on the other side had a little red face. He turned his head and continued to kill the snake that dared to attack him, pretending not to see it. Brother Zhou really made him feel too ashamed.

"..." Old Monk Fayue really didn't know what to say, especially he could still feel the blood blade of the knife tremble slowly, as if he was excited.

"Don't delay time, let the snake group come over." Zhou Fan said coldly again.

"You're dreaming!" The old monk Fayue shook his head and refused.

Zhou Fan's face was slightly cold, and the sword light passed by. The old monk Fayue's left arm was broken and fell to the ground, and blood spilled all over the ground from the broken arm.
Chapter completed!