Chapter 322 Ten Breaths Sweep, Understand

… “Robbery? I want to rob you too!, Xiao “Leave the Qiankun bag and let you live a life!”

Zhang Fan said leisurely... Hearing the ears of the black-clothed cloaks, boiling water was suddenly in an uproar.

They were already dissatisfied with the compromise of the one-eyed old man. Now that they saw Zhang Fan so ignorant of the current affairs, they were even more angry. Fire was about to spurt out from their eyes.

The one-eyed old man also had a deep face. After looking into the distance, he smiled and said with a grim smile:

"well".

"I originally had the intention of pity for talent. Since you are ungrateful, you don't have to leave.

As soon as the words came, the howling sound filled the sky, colorful light flashed, and on the rocky beach, there was a murderous aura, and the strong wind was wrapped with gravel, and various magical weapons were covered like a sky net, thundering.

These black cloaks have obviously cooperated for many years, and they must have robbed each other again and twice. Even Zhang Fan couldn't help but praise him secretly when he saw this neat and straight move.

There were more than ten people, only the one-eyed old man and the thick and powerful man, who did not take action. The former stared at him, as if looking for flaws. The latter took advantage of no one's attention and stepped back step by step, his eyes flashing, obviously with the idea of ​​scattering.

The attack in front of me can almost be called a net of heaven and earth. At almost the same time, more than ten spiritual weapons and hundreds of various talismans poured down like rain.

Such a method may also make him rush and reveal his flaws to deal with ordinary foundation-building Great Perfection, giving the one-eyed old man a chance to take action.

But for Zhang Fan, what is it?

A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, his mind communicated with his clone, his palms flipped, and a simple bronze mirror appeared in his palm.

The one-eyed old man opposite never let go of Zhang Fan's every move. The moment the bronze mirror appeared, his face changed, and an unknown premonition surged into his heart.

"Why does this seem to be

"Impossible!"

He had just thought in his mind. A touch of cold frost bloomed, and in an instant, it was like a very dense mist. It also seemed like a sticky and lingering girl net, covering the entire dome.

In the cool and frosty mist, a cold and yin column swept across. The sound of continuous "crackling" sounds were heard, not just other things, but a large number of ice condensed and cracked, colliding with each other, making various strange noises.

As the sound appeared, everyone's face turned pale in an instant.

Spell, melt;

Magic tool, shattered;

Spiritual weapon, freeze”,

The fragments of magic weapons, like ice lumps, and various things like divine thunder, all of which fell like hail, and a huge blow was suddenly disintegrated as if slapped a fly.

At this time, the black-clothed cloaked people didn't understand. They had hit the iron plate and couldn't help but look in shock. They all looked at the one-eyed old man, obviously waiting for him to make a decision.

But at this time, the one-eyed old man had no time to pay attention to them.

Unlike these guys who have been with the bottom for many years and have seen Master Jiedan from a distance in his life, he has seen the world and is only one step away from the great success of the Golden Pill.

Although he might not be able to take this step even with all his energy, it does not mean that he does not have enough eyesight.

"magic weapon!"

"This is a magic weapon!"

He murmured to himself first, and then almost exclaimed loudly, pointing one hand at the Yin-Yang Glass that was floating in the air and trembled slightly like life, his face full of horror.

"What?"

"Is this a magic weapon?!"

Everyone was uproaring, the legendary magic weapon! For those of the foundation-building monks at the bottom, the magic weapon is just a legendary thing. Although they know that it is an enemy but not a friend, they may still be a fatal evil star in the next moment, but they still couldn't help but look into the air together, with envy in their eyes.

"Good eyesight!"

Zhang Fan said with his leisurely voice, and waved his sleeves and shouted softly: "You should be in peace."

After taking action, Xiang was unkind.

Zhang Fan’s actions have always been done. Naturally, it is impossible to change in front of these foundation-building robbers. Before he finished speaking, the golden threads were shining brightly on it. As soon as it appeared, they turned into golden afterimages and shot out from lightning."

"you,"

It was extremely fast, but it was unexpected.

When everyone's attention was attracted by the Yin-Yang Mirror, Xuan Jin Xiangfu attracted the soul and a blow! The silk hit him and sank into his body. As soon as the screams were heard, they stopped abruptly. The blood and muscles around him seemed to be sucked by a greedy demon, and the whole person instantly shriveled.

The rest of the people reacted almost far away and avoided the first attack. Then, as they turned around and ran away, leaned towards the one-eyed old man, or fought to the death, exclaimed in disbelief.

The companion who had been a moment ago, the dead body that had been a breath suddenly burst into a blow from their unprepared position. Everyone's cultivation was as if there was no possibility of avoiding it.

In an instant, as if dumplings were laid, no less than ten foundation-building monks fell from the air. They saw that they were like dead pork, hitting the ground hard, making a muffled sound.

Strike, all destroyed!

Except for the one-eyed old man, there were also thick and powerful men who had unknowingly hid dozens of feet away. None of the other black-clothed cloaks escaped their lives under the attack of the soul-striking.

It is indeed a powerful tool for group battles.

Zhang Fan's cuffs were swaying lightly, and the golden silks in the sky gathered and merged into it, turning into beautiful patterns all over the place.

This magical power of spiritual weapons condensed by the essence of silk silkworms is indeed the most powerful in group battles. If you don’t use this move, it will cost you a lot of hands and feet to use the two magic weapons together, and you may have to follow and chase after them. How troublesome?

How could it be as relaxed and comfortable as it is now?

Just as Zhang Fan took back his thread, a look of sadness and anger flashed in the eyes of the one-eyed old man, and he roared meaninglessly. Then an umbrella-shaped spiritual weapon was freed out of the Qiankun bag, turning into a hurricane, and pounced on him.

He had underestimated Zhang Fan's strength before, but did not attack with his brothers with all their strength at the first time, but instead held the mentality of waiting for the flaws to make a flaw. Now that his companions are dead, the other party has appeared with a powerful killer weapon like magic weapon. He is already trying to die. This attack is just to pull the other party to cull the back.

"Die together!"

A shrill cry sounded. An endless black wind burst out from his body and turned into a hurricane that wrapped around him. In an instant, a black evil hurricane filled with a sense of destruction was formed.

"A monk from the wind? It's rare."

Faced with this black cyclone, Zhang Fan showed a look of caring.

What he cared about was not the power of the hurricane, but the magical powers of this one-eyed old man were quite rare.

A cultivator with wind attribute. He has only seen such an immortal for decades, and Nantu has paid more attention to it.

Immediately, Zhang Fan's face showed a hint of regret.

"What a pity!"

With his spiritual sense and cultivation level, he could easily feel a breath of life in the sweeping black evil hurricane. It was fading away quickly, and the blood of the wild beasts was so strong that they condensed to the extreme of the essence and spirit, which were slightly weakened and disintegrated.

“Is it useful to work hard?

Zhang Fan curled his lips disdainfully. It was a pity that he could not see the power of the wind magic power, but he did not take this black evil hurricane into consideration at all.

Although it is obvious. This is already the strongest attack of the one-eyed old man. I am afraid that it is a secret technique that has a huge cost, but so what?

A purple light was painted. In a flash, it was in Zhang Fan's hand. It condensed slightly, and then the sound of thunder rushed out and the lightning shot out.

The extremely sharp sword energy, the thunder that destroyed everything, the two were united and burst out with the strongest power in an instant.

Wherever you pass, a slender but deep crack appeared on the ground, but it was the aftermath of the thunder sword energy, leaving traces on the ground.

At the end of this crack, it is the black evil hurricane that rises from the low sky and is so vicious!

The thunder sword energy broke into the air. The stunning black evil hurricane suddenly stopped and then exploded.

The purple lights, combined with the scattered wind like thousands of sharp blades, burst into the strange rocks and exploded, countless stones were peeled off, countless gravels were rolled up and thrown away

The rocks penetrate the sky, the thunder and hurricane turn into storm, the waves slam the shore; the dust swept through, and the frost and cold sword broke through the mystery.

Under the purple lightning and green frost sword energy, more than ten pairs of piercing holes appeared on the blocking rocks. Through these holes, a little purple light broke into the chest of the one-eyed old man, instantly penetrated, leaving a sudden hole.

The chest was empty. The internal organs were not seen through the thunder sword energy, and even a drop of blood had not flowed out. The wound was charred and there were arcs wandering around, charred and charred.

In front of him, an umbrella-shaped spiritual weapon broke a hole the size of a fist in the center, and the spiritual energy was scattered all over his body, and his spirituality was no longer there. It was under the attack of the Zixiao Sword, and his body was no longer there.

"Bang".

The one-eyed old man fell down without even having time to say a word.

From beginning to end, in less than ten breaths, more than ten foundation-building monks and a strong man with great perfect foundation-building will be killed!

"call!"

Zhang Fan took back the Zixiao Sword and let out a light breath.

Although I had known that after the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment, the Killing Pill clone could burst out with extremely powerful power and had been verified in the Hunyuan Ball, no matter what, the scene in front of me was not as real and clear as ever.

If he had obtained the Killing Pill Cluster and broke through the Great Perfection, he would not have any great danger to these people. But if he wanted to defeat it, he needed to use guerrilla methods. It would be certain that he would have been able to break through each one for a long time, and it would be inevitable that he would not be as light as he is now, with almost no sense of effort.

With a slight smile, Zhang Fan suddenly turned around, his eyes as if he was a torch, and he looked at a huge rock half a man tall.

My hands just trembled, and I haven't done anything yet?

A shocking howl came from behind: "No, uncle!"
Chapter completed!