(Today's three chapters are not an outbreak, but a supplement...... ）

Baili Qiu exhaled lightly, and finally said the doubts that had been held in his heart for a long time.

"Making a fortune in silence is only one thing, but it's mainly because of another reason, and it's not convenient to tell you now. ”

Du Fan's eyes were deep, his face was gloomy, his mind was very heavy, and he no longer laughed and scolded like before.

According to Yan Beigui, Smiling Monk and other senior brothers, Wen Tianzong is only the master of the Kyushu Continent, and the situation is similar to that of the Han family in the Martial Domain.

When he was in Jizhou, he was also seriously told by Bihai that it was best to keep a low profile in the future, and the less noticeable the better, especially in the Four States War, don't be the one who came out, otherwise it is very likely to cause fire.

But for the terrorist forces on the Kyushu continent, whether it was his senior brothers, or Bihai, the lord of Ming Island, they were full of solemnity and jealousy, and they were unwilling to say a word to him, worried that the forces of cause and effect, divination and other forces in the dark would contaminate him.

As soon as Baili Qiu saw his master's expression, he didn't ask anything more, and for a while, the two fell into silence.

After a full meal, Du Fan put away his heavy thoughts and said to Baili Qiu: "Tomorrow we will go our separate ways, I will attack the enemy's No. 37 stronghold, you go back to the third battalion to meet General Wu, just say that the enemy's No. 38 stronghold has not been breached, but the No. 37 stronghold has been taken by us, let him quickly send a team of monks to come over and station and change the guard." ”

"Master, can you do it alone? Also, haven't you always wanted to keep a low profile?"

Baili Qiu was a little worried, after all, it was a well-defended and well-equipped city of monks, and with the strength of his master, there was no problem in fighting with people, but there were still certain variables and risks in attacking such a city head-on.

"Men can't say no, women can't say casual...... As for what you said about being low-key, I naturally won't attack the city in the name of Du Fan, okay, it's such a pleasant decision, you go back and rest first, and leave tomorrow. ”

......

On this day, in front of the city gate of the No. 37 stronghold in the eighth station area of Chongzhou, there was a big man with a beard and wearing animal skins.

In an instant, countless blue sword lights erupted, like a group of dragons going out to sea, and like a thunderbolt, with supreme power, bursting with immeasurable light, and blasting straight towards the city gate.

Countless blue sword lights struck the city gate in a blink of an eye, and at the same time, several layers of magic array light curtains inside and outside the city gate were instantly activated, and colorful strange light curtains appeared out of thin air.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

A continuous loud sound was immediately heard, resounding between the heavens and the earth, and the sound waves that vibrated turned into waves of terrifying energy, extending out in all directions, shaking away the clouds in the air and destroying the mountains in the distance.

After the smoke and smoke filled the air, although the city gate was not broken, it was also a messy scene full of holes, and there were originally several layers of colorful magic circle light curtains, but at this time there was only one layer left, and the light was dim, the spiritual power was thin, and it looked precarious.

The big man wearing animal skins and a beard on his face is Du Fan after the disguise, and the sick water blue sword in his hand is the best good water sword that is destroyed and refined, although the power is not as good as before, but it is also a superb magic weapon, and the mana required for each sword is naturally not comparable to the high-grade magic weapon.

Therefore, after urging hundreds of swords in a row, even Du Fan, whose mana was as thick as the sea, felt a little weak, and his face turned a little pale.

With a flick of his wrist, he put away the Shangshan Ruoshui Sword, his body shook, and instantly appeared in the place where the city gate was close at hand, and at the same time, a thick black floating stick appeared, and after he grasped it, he immediately smashed it towards the city gate.

After hundreds of club strikes, with a bang, the last layer of magic circle light curtain shattered, and the city gate collapsed.

Behind the city gate, there were already dead bodies lying on the ground, which was caused by the residual strength of the past when Du Fan bombarded the city gate.

In addition, the people living nearby were also injured, and they were looking at Du Fan with a frightened expression.

Du Fan glanced coldly at the surrounding cultivators, and Han Sheng said: "If you don't want to die, go over there and stand honestly, if anyone dares to escape, or report the news, there will be no mercy!"

After finishing speaking, Du Fan didn't look at these people, his figure flashed, turned into a ray of light, and swept towards the depths of the city.

......

Above a tall building, the blue light bloomed, a sword light cut through the void, slashed on a copper tripod, the sound was agitated, cracks appeared on the surface of the copper tripod, and then it was broken inch by inch, and finally exploded with a "boom", and a figure appeared inside.

This is an old man, disheveled, covered in blood, and weak.

"Who are you?" said the old man, staring at the big man in animal skin.

"It doesn't matter anymore. Du Fan shook his head and said: "I have no grievances with you, but in the battlefield, if you have different positions, it is hostile...... I'm sorry. ”

Du Fan's eyes flashed, and he held the sword of goodness like water, and swung it out.

The old man sighed lightly, lowered his arm, gave up resistance, and the moment he closed his eyes, the blue sword light swept in, slashing his head down, and suddenly a pillar of blood rose into the sky, and then sprinkled all over the sky.

With a flick of Du Fan's palm, a fireball flew out, quickly turning the old man's head and body into ashes.

After doing this, he took out a token, which was the battle medal that identified his identity and the number of meritorious points recorded in the Great War.

He separated a wisp of divine thought, swept it up, and said to himself: "This battle card is really mysterious, after killing the enemy monk, it can really automatically increase the merit points, this should be related to the prohibition inside...... Forget it, let's go back and look into it. ”

Du Fan glanced around, and muttered with a headache: "In the past, I was in charge of killing and burying it, but now it's okay, before General Wu sent someone over, I had to clean up the mess here alone." ”

......

Half a month later, a huge ship flew in from a distance and hovered over the 37th stronghold.

In the giant boat, there are many people, about eight or nine hundred people, and one of them is the master of the three battalions, Wu Wei.

"General Wu, why are you here in person. Du Fan went out of the city to greet him, and when he saw that Wu Wei personally led the team, he couldn't help but be stunned. (To be continued.) )