"Jiang Daoqian is Jiang's uncle. Lying and not making a draft, Ye Fan's face did not change and raised the golden rope in his hand.

Yan Jinghong's face suddenly became suspicious, and while fighting with Bai Zhen, a dark color flashed in his eyes.

"It turns out that Jiang Daoyou is a relative of the old family, and the Medicine Sect has a lot of friendship with me Kunlun, I don't know if Jiang Daoqian's predecessors are good in Los Angeles now?"

"Thank you Brother Yan for your concern, Uncle Jia's body has always been tough. Ye Fan glanced to the other side, and his eyes slightly met with Natasha's eyes.

"That's good, what are you waiting for?" Yan Jinghong's heart became more and more cold, and his gaze became extremely unnatural.

Ye Fan laughed and said, "Haha, this will help you!"

Sou!

With the blessing of Zhenqi, the golden rope came alive in his hand, flying towards the top of Yan Jinghong's head!

There was a crackling sound, and a golden seal hit the gold rope, bursting out with dazzling golden light.

Yan Jinghong's fierce face showed a happy and distorted smile, and with a move of his hand, he competed with Ye Fan for control of the golden rope.

"Hehe, Jiang Daoqian's sons and nephews are all over 100 years old, even if you have the skills to stay in the face, it shouldn't be this voice!" Yan Jinghong said in a dark voice that broke through Ye Fan's bottom line.

"Haha, are you the watchdog of Jiang Daoqian's house? know better than me?" This is equivalent to admitting his disguise, but the matter has come to this point, the two sides have torn their faces, and naturally there will be a vicious fight.

"Senior Jiang is suffering from death, but you say that he is in good health, and you are not surnamed Jiang!" Yan Jinghong said coldly: "Who are you?"

At this moment when the two were arguing, Bai Zhen roared and rushed forward again, Yan Jinghong hurriedly changed his gestures in his busy schedule, urging Fan Tianyin to bombard Bai Zhen, and the golden rope fell into Ye Fan's hands again.

Because this magic weapon originally belonged to Yan Jinghong, when it was controlled for the first time, Ye Fan was far less familiar with Yan Jinghong, but even so, when faced with one person and one monster, Yan Jinghong was only tired of coping, sweating, and very embarrassed.

"Let's talk about it after the hurdle in front of us. Ye Fan drove the gold rope again, went to the other party, and played a monkey trick.

"As a cultivator, why do you want to help this evil obstacle and harm people in the same way?" Seeing that he was in danger, Yan Jinghong moved out of the big reason to squeeze Ye Fan in order to get a glimmer of life.

The golden rope flickered in mid-air, Ye Fan shook his head and smiled: "All beings in the world are born equal, and you are ashamed of my generation for killing chickens and taking eggs." Even if you take 10,000 steps back and say, in this case, who will miss the benefits of the fisherman? Yan Daoyou, if you want to blame it, you will blame your bad heart, you never thought of letting us out of the valley alive, right?"

"You! you spend the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain!" broke an arm and suffered internal injuries, Yan Jinghong knew that it was difficult to defeat this man and a beast, and Bai Zhen had no reason to talk about, so he could only slap his swollen face and become fat, and curry favor with Ye Fan: "That's it, that's it, this golden rope will be given to you, I just hope that Daoist friends will not interfere in this matter again!"

"Haha, a straw rope just wants to buy me into the same stream with you?" Ye Fan raised his head and laughed, the snake beast Bai Zhen also turned his head to look at him, a pair of black eyes actually showed the color of human beings, as if confused, as if scrutinizing, the range of struggle was obviously much smaller.

"How are you going to leave?" Blood was sprinkled all over the snowfield, Yan Jinghong didn't even have a respite to heal his injuries and save himself, and if he delayed any longer, there was only one way to die.

"Leave your life behind!" Ye Fan's face turned cold instantly, and he shouted to Natasha: "What are you still doing in a daze? Shoot! Kill him!"

Yan was shocked and cold all over his body, and a wave of anger jumped up his eyebrows from his ribs, dancing wildly, twisting a pair of eyes, and shouting: "Shameless, you dare to go against heaven and morality, and be with animals, is there still a sky in your eyes, is there justice?"

Bang! What answered him was a gunshot, and Natasha held the gun in both hands and fired the first shot at Yan Jinghong's eyebrows!

A streak of blood flowed down from between his eyebrows, and the shrapnel was stuck in the center of Yan Jinghong's eyebrows, doubling the shock, exhausting most of his vitality and fighting with Bai Zhen, the true Qi in Yan Jinghong's body seemed to have been consumed, even a bullet could break his body, blood dripped into the bridge of his nose, and his whole face was covered with a layer of strange and hideous!

Peng –

The rolling evil qi burst out from the body, the snow around him exploded wildly, crazy like a snake, Yan Jinghong bent his one-arm into a sword, his eyes were full of madness, and a golden light shot out of the cuff and shot straight towards Natasha!

Longyou was played with shrimp in the shallows and was injured by ants, and Yan Jinghong became murderous and wanted to get rid of Natasha as soon as possible.

The rushing death sword light made Natasha feel the call of death, and instantly broke through the distance of twenty meters, and the sharp light was infinitely magnified in her eyes!

Flying Sword!

In addition to the golden rope and the Fantian seal, Yan Jinghong actually had a short flying sword hidden on his body. If it weren't for Natasha arousing the anger in his bones, this flying sword would definitely be used against Ye Fan.

Natasha, who has experienced a hundred battles, has no way to avoid it at this time, and her strong instinct for survival makes her desperate, aiming her pistol at the flying sword, and slamming it three times in a row!

Although the marksmanship was accurate, there was nothing to say, but the result made her completely fall into despair, the flying sword seemed to be shocked a few times in the middle, the speed was slowed down, and the murderous aura was still fierce!

The sword was pointed at her throat, and the cold killing machine on the edge firmly locked on Natasha, making her despair, and for the first time, she felt so close to death!

Natasha gave up resistance, she knew that any resistance would be futile, in this short half a day, everything she had experienced had subverted her lifelong cognition, and in the next second, this cold weapon would definitely pierce her heart.

When faced with death, Natasha closed her eyes, she resigned herself to her fate, Black Widow was born destined to die, she was ruthless and murderous in this life, and the terrorist organization she led committed many crimes, and she deserved this retribution.

But just when she was killed by the neck and had nothing to love, the flying sword of the owl did not pierce her body, and the cold killing machine seemed to disappear out of thin air.

"Ahh

The golden rope tied Yan Jinghong's body, and immediately made him a bloody man, unable to move.

Ye Fan controlled the golden rope with his left hand, and pointed obliquely with his right hand, and actually fixed the flying sword in mid-air, slowly reversed the direction, and snatched it away!

When Yan Jinghong frantically sacrificed the last move, Ye Fan decisively captured the fighter plane, tied it up with all the cultivation as the control of the golden rope, and cut off the source power of Yan Jinghong's control of the flying sword.

The golden pocket flying sword also fell into Ye Fan's hands because of this. The grasp of the fighter plane, he has entered the perfect realm!

Since his debut, Yan Jinghong has never fallen into such an aggrieved situation, the two magic weapons have been taken away one after another, and he was tied up by his own gold rope and fell into the hands of the enemy, and there is no room for a turnaround.