In the group of blood-scale snakes, blood-scale snakes continued to shoot up, biting towards the purple gold armor on Zhou Fan's body.

The blood-scaled snake that was more than a foot long tried to strangle Zhou Fan with the snake body.

It's just that Zhou Fan's body has a purple gold flame rising up, and the German word knife in his hand is wielded so much that it can't penetrate, and there are blood-scale snakes being chopped to death in front of him.

There was a blood-scaled snake behind him who wanted to bite him, but they were all burned into scorched snakes by the flames of the purple gold armor.

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

"Don't. Zhou Fan didn't turn his head back and shouted loudly, "Brother Li, I am enough alone." ”

Li Jiujiu: "......"

Li Jiujiu knew that Zhou Fan's problem had been committed again.

There are blood-scaled snakes separating him, it is not easy for him to cross the snake group to save the people hanging on the tree, and those people have been controlled to the point that they are unconscious, even if he can free those people, I am afraid it will be difficult to bring people back, he can only watch from the side for a while after thinking about it.

The blood-scaled snake died layer by layer, and the snake tail on the neck of the Fayue monk trembled even more, he didn't expect this human being to be so strong.

He seriously underestimated the strength of these two humans, and the little golden snake in his hand kept letting out a howl that was not like that of a snake, urging the blood-scale snake group to attack Zhou Fan.

However, the purple gold armor flame on Zhou Fan's body was too domineering, and the blood-scale snakes went forward one after another, but they still couldn't break through the defense, and they were scorched and fell to the ground one by one.

His German knife was even faster than suffocating, with more than a dozen knives slashing out in one breath, and countless snakes were chopped to death or burned to death each time.

These are just black tour-level bloodscale snakes, and it is effortless for him to kill them now.

Urging the blood-scale snake group to attack frantically only accelerated the speed at which Zhou Fan killed the snake.

"Back off, back off. Fa Yue trembled, just in a short time, half of the Bloodscale Snake Group was dead, this loss was too great for him to bear.

The little golden snake roared again, and the blood-scale snake group did not dare to attack Zhou Fan again, and quickly swam on the ground and retreated.

And the ground in front of Zhou Fan was already red with snake blood, and his eyes were burning and he looked at the Fayue monk behind the retreating group of blood-scale snakes: "Why do you retreat, I'm already about to run out, you can almost kill me?" ”

Monk Fayue almost spit out a mouthful of blood, if he didn't retreat, the blood-scaled snake group would probably die, this strange warrior didn't show any signs of exhaustion at all, did he really think he was a fool?

He glanced behind him again, the fight in the darkness was full of all kinds of dangers, and the snake Buddha and the madman had not yet decided the winner.

If the snake Buddha had killed the madman and came back and saw that all his snakes were dead, it would definitely not have spared him.

He whispered a few strange words to himself, and the group of blood-scaled snakes scattered in all directions of the clearing.

Monk Fayue made up his mind in his heart that no matter what, he would try his best to keep the blood-scale snakes as much as possible before the snake Buddha returned.

"Bastard, don't go. Zhou Fan hurriedly chased and killed the blood-scaled snakes, and he slashed them with one sword.

It's just that the open space in front of the palace gate is too big, and the crawling speed of the blood-scale snake is already fast, even if it is far inferior to Zhou Fan, but they have such a speed, and they are too scattered, and Zhou Fan will inevitably have to kill hard.

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

Zhou Fan chased and killed more than a dozen of them, and then stopped, and the blood-scaled snake didn't dare to approach him at all.

He thought to himself that there was such a good situation now, as long as the madman dragged the snake man, if the madman couldn't hold it off and the snake man came back, it would not be easy 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 who was standing on the edge.

The snake tail on the face and neck of the old monk Fayue trembled violently, his eyes showed a panicked look, and he turned around and ran towards the left side of the clearing.

"You can't kill the snake if you hurt me, I'm here to kill you. Zhou Fan raised his knife and chased after the old monk Fayue, "You don't let the snake protect you!"

The old monk Fayue originally had this intention, but as soon as he heard Zhou Fan say this, he didn't want to be fooled, he gritted his teeth, and his body pulled out phantom shadows, obviously with phantom-level speed, he thought that 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 speeding up to close the distance to put pressure on the old monk of the law.

But seeing that the distance had been shortened by a zhang, the old monk was still very stubborn and refused to call the snake to protect him.

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

The old monk Fayue didn't expect Zhou Fan's speed to be so amazing, he slapped out his left hand with a palm, and there was a burst of fishy aura rushing towards Zhou Fan.

But Zhou Fan was wearing purple gold armor, and this poisonous fishy aura couldn't penetrate his body at all and disperse with the wind.

Zhou Fan changed his palm to a fist, and a cold blue flame grew out of his fist.

There was a bang when his fists and palms intersected, and the old monk Fayue was knocked to the ground and rolled several times, he stood up and a mouthful of blood mixed with a small snake spurted out, and his eyes looked at Zhou Fan who stood on his feet in horror.

He couldn't even hold a punch, could this person already be a blood exchange?

"If you don't let the snakes come to your rescue, you won't have a chance. Zhou Fan walked slowly towards the old monk Fayue again, and the huge oppressive force attacked the old monk Fayue.

"Don't be too shameless, you can't be humiliated. The old monk Fayue coughed up a mouthful of blood again, his eyes were sharp, and he still insisted on not calling the snake.

However, he didn't try to escape again, but stood in place, because it was impossible to run away at all, he saw clearly, Zhou Fan wanted to kill him, he would have killed him a long time ago.

"You say I'm shameless?" Zhou Fan put the giant knife on the shoulder of the old monk Fayue, "I have always been a virtuous gentleman, what kind of knife do you think I have?"

The old monk Fayue was stunned, he glanced at the giant knife, the red back of the knife was covered with blood, and the bright red blood blade.

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

"Stupid bald donkey, what do you think of the handle of my knife? This is a German character!" Zhou Fan scolded, "This is a German knife, I, Zhou Fan, have always used virtue to convince people, otherwise you would have died a long time ago." ”

On the other side, Li Jiujiu's sallow face was a little red, 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.

"......" The old monk Fayue really didn't know what to say, especially since he could still feel the blood blade of this knife slowly trembling, as if he was excited.

"Don't try to stall, let the snakes 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, the sword light slashed, and the old monk Fayue's left arm was broken and fell to the ground, and blood spilled from the broken arm.

The screams of the old monk Fayue resounded throughout the night sky, and formed a burst of echoes.