"Come out~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"

While taking a step forward, Zhang Fan shouted loudly like spring thunder in his tongue, and it was heard from afar.

The sound of lingering sounds is like a rolling torrent, endless, even if the wind and rain are noisy, it cannot be stopped.

I don’t know whether it was because of his killing or his momentum, the raindrops gradually became sparse and the thunder disappeared. Only the dark clouds in the sky did not decrease, but instead became thicker as mountains and gloomy as the sea.

Perhaps it was because of the clouds or because the mood of the people was condensed, the flow of the surrounding air was stagnant, and under heavy pressure, it was almost impossible to breathe.

At this moment, everyone present, whether hiding in the dark or showing up, witnessed Zhang Fan killing more than ten people in succession with thunder, and then spoke without hesitation to fight. In his heart, he was shocked and placed him on the same level as Bai Yiyi and Xiruo, and he did not dare to keep his energy at all.

Finally, silently, one by one, and in a moment, no less than twenty people slowly surrounded him.

They were not the only ones who became serious. Zhang Fan also put his contempt in his heart, swept his eyes across the other person, and his expression was solemn.

They were different from the unsuccessful young monks before. They were all sober and vigorous, and they were solemn and hesitant in their actions, and they stepped forward without any hesitation. Before the people arrived, the aura of a mountain had already arrived.

However, for the time being, there is no need to mention the lack of grudges and work together. Instead, it is naturally divided into three distinct groups according to the sect.

The magical magic path was the most powerful, with eight people in total. Even if you look at it at a rough look, it is not difficult to see their extraordinaryness. Not to mention the magic weapons that are full of spiritual energy, just by acting in a uniform manner, you will know that they are used to working together, and maybe there is a set of methods of planning, which is definitely not easy to deal with.

There were eight people on the Yuling Sect’s side, and their respective spirit beasts had been released early and mixed in a mixed manner.

There are cranes flying above and eagles flying above and wolfs running around in the middle and pigs rushing around. The lower part is the insects and insects are surging in the nest. Just eight people are carrying them forward in the spirit beasts, showing the momentum of thousands of troops.

In comparison, the Faxiang Sect is the most ugly.

However, four or five people looked familiar, and they were definitely not famous figures in the sect. What surprised Zhang Fan was that Cui Ren and Han Wei were not among them.

If they were dead, Zhang Fan didn't believe it. The two of them had always been hiding deeply, one pretended to be crazy and the other was silent and low-key, and they felt that they were the kind of people who would never get the trump card until the last moment of life and death. Although they were a little tired, they would never be able to die. At least he would not be sure of killing himself.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan couldn't help but pay attention in his heart, but he was just paying attention. No matter how they chose, it would be better to block the water and soil. But the twenty people in front of him were the enemy who had already met.

Only ten feet away from him, the leader of the Phantom Demon Taoist Suddenly stopped, waved his hand, and said aloud: "Is it the opposite of the Dharma Xiang Sect? Fellow Daoist Zhang Fan and Zhang?"

This man was a young and handsome man, looking feminine and treacherous, and when he made a sound, he became even more wet and sticky. Zhang Fan couldn't help but shivered when he heard this, and then replied: "It's just that, what can I do to teach you?"

"It's hard to get a good harvest for fellow Taoists. It's better to stop and Brother Zhang go to other places to play, how about?" The other party's sticky voice still reminded Zhang Fan of Ji Wuxia who died at his hands when he heard it. No matter how he looked, they all looked like the same kind of people.

Zhang Fan did not respond, and the other party did not care. Instead, he continued: "I am here to protect Ji Wuyi, and I will definitely let Brother Zhang leave safely. If I have the chance to see you again in the future, Ji will give you a favor to fellow Daoist Zhang. Do you think?"

Ji Wuyi? Just hearing this name, Zhang Fan felt a chill. As for what he said, he didn't take it to heart. What a joke, he wanted him to give up the fruit of fortune by speaking in vernacular? Why are the elite disciples in the illusion and demonic path all have a problem, are they used to being domineering or what?

He didn't even bother to reply. Zhang Fan turned his hand and Butian.com, which had made great achievements today, came out of his hand, spread out in the air, covering everyone with his head and faced him.

"Haha, since Brother Zhang is ignorant, don't blame Ji for being rude."

As the golden giant net was approaching, Ji Wuyi had time to say something, and then he slapped the Qiankun bag and emitted a yellowish brilliance.

The yellowish tint, as soon as it took off the bag, turned into a huge cone, which looked like a siege cone in the world, but it had to be two more. With an unyielding momentum, it rushed directly outside the center of Butian.com.

Once the two magic weapons were touched, Zhang Fan's face immediately fell into water.

Ji Wuyi seems to be not very good at adjusting, but she is not a fool! In such a short time, she found out the weakness of Butian.com.

That's right, Butian.com has its weaknesses. Zhang Fan never thought that he could win the world with a magic weapon. He just didn't expect that he was discovered after using it twice.

As he expected, after the giant siege cone rushed into the Butian Net, it did not pause, but let it wrap itself tightly, and just took it with it and broke through the air straight into the distance.

Let it be bound, and I move forward.

Just these eight words reveal the defects of Butian.com. As long as you are not afraid of its shrinking power, you can ignore it and even take it away from afar. Even if Zhang Fan thinks about other responses at this time, it has nothing to do with the overall situation here for a while.

At this moment, seeing the siege of the city work, Ji Wuyi suddenly looked fierce on his handsome face and said sternly: "If you don't want toast, you will be punished for wine. Now you have no support. Let's see how I can spend your time."

Zhang Fan curled his lips with a sarcastic look on his face, relying on it? It was just a magic weapon. When did he regard it as an amazing reliance? I don’t know what it means.

He could disdain Ji Wuyi's words, but his actions could not be ignored.

At some point, the seven fellow disciples behind Ji Wuyi held a banner-shaped magic weapon of the same shape in his hand. While he was talking, his palms flipped and he also took out similar magic weapons. They were of no difference in size or shape, but they looked more complicated and dense.

Complete set of magic tools? Somewhat weird.

Zhang Fan was about to take action first, but he had just done half of his movements, but he stopped and felt very hatred in his heart.

It turned out that while he was fighting with the people of the Fantasy and Demonic Dao, the troops from the other two sects also arrived at the same time.

The first thing that appeared in front of him was a huge pig-shaped monster that was ignited with fire, covered with armor, and magma everywhere.

"Rock and Fire Pig!"

Such a powerful monster has disappeared in ancient times. Even if it remains somewhere, it is definitely not something that the low-level monks of the Yuling Sect can control. It can only be the Dharma Spirit Art, which can reproduce the power of this ancient monster.

In an instant, the pig's head, which was purely made of magma, had arrived, and even sharp fangs came first, which barely touched Zhang Fan's sleeves.

A hint of cruelty appeared on his face. Zhang Fan turned around and avoided the sharpness of the rock fire pig. When he was wrong, he suddenly stretched out a hand, regardless of the magma on his body, and pressed it down like this.

ps: The first update on February 1st.

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