When he threw his head, he looked at his depressed face and couldn't help but find the mixed gods.

A great monk in the late stage of foundation building fell easily in front of everyone, and was beheaded, the most shameful way to die. Seeing all this happen, a chill came out inadvertently...

Especially the monks of Yong and Liang states, looking at the hazy figure in the blood mist, they were a little scared and dared not look at it, as if such an encounter was about to happen to them.

"Dong, dun, dun!"

Heavy footsteps sounded, blood mist rolled violently, and a figure stepped out of it and appeared in front of everyone.

The strong wind came at the right time, blew away the blood mist and raised his black hair, like a full-fed lion, roaring with its mane, looking wild and ostentatious.

A big fiery red gourd was held high, and the red wine poured out like blood and poured into his mouth.

The strong aroma of wine spread to everyone, but it did not attract any attention. Everyone's eyes moved down and focused on his hand with his lower legs.

A pale head was held in a messy hair, shaking left and right as his steps. With the strong wind, it occasionally hit the person's thigh, making a "slap" sound

"happy!"

The red gourd was thrown back, and Zhang Fan shouted as if no one was around, and at the same time, the head that could no longer be seen rolled up and threw it up. When it reached the peak, it was about to fall, and a black shadow flashed from above, holding the sparse hair on the head in its mouth and flew high towards the distance.

Looking closely, it was a child-sized fire crow!

Zhang Fan reached out to touch his hand, feeling his blood rushing up, and his whole body seemed to be boiling. At this moment, he finally understood what kind of passion and pleasure the words "human head is used as a wine glass, drink all the blood of Qiu Zhi" in Shi Zhongtian's mouth!

"Um?"

It seemed as if it was only now that he could feel the gaze focused on him. He suddenly looked up, as if there was a substantial gaze swept past everyone.

Then he condensed and instantly focused on the two monks, one man and one woman.

The more than ten people who were swept by his eyes were the monk Yong and Liang who had attacked him behind his back. Most of them were disciples of the Blood Demon Sect. I think they were fellow disciples of Chishen, with only two exceptions, Li Gong and Situ Ya.

Situ Ya stood far behind, and under the cover of everyone, Zhang Fan almost missed it.

Li Gong is different. Not only is he extremely forward, but the magic shovel-shaped magic weapon in his hand is also shining brightly and the spiritual energy fluctuates continuously. Obviously, he just had the commander.

When Li Gong found Zhang Fan's movements, his eyes flashed. He felt panic for no reason, his body shrank, and he hid behind a disciple of the Blood Demon Sect without any trace.

"Hahaha, it's great!" Zhang Fan suddenly burst into laughter, and murderous words came from afar, "It's really an endless glass of wine, an endless enemy."

"You guys, let's go together!"

Then a long roar was heard. Invisible ripples spread out from the mouth, like mountains and rivers shaking, and the soul of the hearing was like a willow swaying in the wind.

This behavior was like a huge rock falling into the water, which immediately caused waves.

The monks of Yong and Liang states were shocked and thought that with so many people on their side, Zhang Fan would still be able to take action?

The monks in Qinzhou were shocked and stopped in shock and stopped a hundred feet away.

Zhang Fan's meaning is already very clear. I am afraid that more than half of the previous crazy words were said to them, Qinzhou monks. Judging from his appearance, he seemed to be dealing with these ten foundation-building monks alone. Since he had expressed this, if he went forward, he would be disrespectful to the strong.

Since he appeared, he has killed twelve people in a row. Although his strengths and weaknesses are different, they are enough to show his strength.

If it weren't for this, how could they pay attention to the opinions of a weak man? They had already rushed forward and started a melee. But they were in doubt. After all, there were more than a dozen foundation-building monks on the other side. Can he do it alone?

Everyone was either shocked or surprised, but they did not affect Zhang Fan's actions. He saw his body move and suddenly turned into a flaming rainbow and rushed out. One palm stretched forward to face Li Gong's place and blasted out, and he saw that the Blood Demon Sect cultivator blocking the other party was as if nothing had happened.

It was a young early stage monk in the foundation building stage. Although he was ready to fight, he never expected that Zhang Fan would attack him first without saying hello. When the blood light rose up and rushed to deal with it, Li Gong, who was in his eyes, flashed secretly and fled from behind.

What else is there to understand? The young monk immediately felt very hatred, but he didn't even say a word of scolding Kong Chen, and his palm was already printed on the blood light of protecting his body.

"Boom"

In an instant, the wind and clouds changed color, lightning flashed, and three pillars of lightning as thick as wrists fell from the sky.

"What?"

The young monk was shocked, it turned out to be...

"Shenxiao's order!"

When the lightning flashed, someone had already exclaimed.

"Where did he get the Divine Night Order?" The young monk had just had a question in his heart, and he knew nothing.

His blood light was not as good as Chi Shu, and he was one with his own essence and blood. He was naturally filthy and was most afraid of the powerful destruction power such as thunder. The blood light of protecting the body suddenly penetrated, and his palm penetrated into it. He was lightly printed on his chest.

"ah!"

The sound was terrifying, and the human-shaped pillar of fire struggled a little, and it was burned to charcoal.

"First!" Zhang Fan said silently in his heart.

Such thunderous means immediately shocked the audience.

At this time, the remaining ten cultivators of Yong and Liang states could not care about the Qinzhou cultivators who were faintly slid into the formation. They all dispersed, and the magical tools and talismans in their hands were radiant, and they all took shape, as if they were about to bombard them in the next moment, killing the madmen who dared to despise them.

Just at this moment, Zhang Fan's eyes flashed, he glanced at their positions, then his lips curled up and a strange smile appeared.

Seeing the coming devastating blow as if nothing was left, Zhang Fan stretched his palm and suddenly pressed down.

With his movements, a large amount of spiritual energy gathered and condensed into a translucent giant palm, without stopping, and directly hit the ground.

The innate Qi is a great capture. It has been used once when it was against the Blood Coagulation Maximum Seal. At this time, most of the people around were Chi Shu's brothers. Of course, they know how terrifying the Blood Coagulation Maximum Seal is. From it, they can tell how powerful it is. How dare they be negligent and immediately concentrate on responding.

However, what happened next was a bit beyond their expectations.

There was no loud noise that penetrated the world, no vibration of landslides, a dull sound came out. Immediately, I returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

"how?"

Everyone was stunned, but heard a sound behind them, and earth and rocks were flying. Even the ten corpses that Zhang Ji killed were killed were knocked into the air at the same time.

It turns out that the previous move was to fight a cattle across the mountain to convey the power, but "

What's the use of this?

Everyone's doubts were quickly explained. Although at that time, they were afraid that they would never know it.
Chapter completed!