"Huh, one less!"

Zhang Fan stopped and turned around.

At this time, his body was full of spiritual power, and every move was filled with infinite power, after all, with the help of external forces, it was not his own penance, and his control was weaker, just such a small action of stopping and turning around, but he made a sound of shattering, and left a three-inch-thick footprint on the ground.

As soon as this movement came out, it was like a long roar in the middle of the moon, deep in the dense forest, which stirred up countless birds.

With a "bang", a charred corpse flew up, just half-turned in the air, and there was a roar under it, not like the vast emptiness where thunder resounded through the sky, but as if the spiritual power in the body simulated the impact of dark clouds, and the sound exploded from the inside.

"Boom~"

Lightning and thunder, not from the sky, but from the ground, a figure, just appeared under a cloud of scorched black, glanced at Zhang Fan, and then turned into lightning, flashing away.

Like thunder, it broke through the barrier of wind and air, rumbled, and went straight to Yong and Liang stations.

The speed of thunder and lightning has always been one of the best in heaven and earth, and the monks of the Shenxiao Sect are specialized in cultivating thunder, and this person's flashlight escape magic power must be their life-saving secret technique!

The speed is indeed extremely fast, and the electric light is moving, and every time it flashes, it flickers.

All this happened between the lightning and flint, but under Zhang Fan's preoccupied gaze, he never missed a single thing.

This person shook the corpse extremely gently, as if he couldn't bear to hurt, but the look that looked back at him was full of resentment, the kind of unforgettable, as if to deeply imprint his face, the hateful gaze that he would never forget, was the only one he had ever seen in his life.

This gaze had just disappeared, but in an instant, the lightning had fled hundreds of feet away, and the body that had been shaken away fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

"Hahaha~~"

"Do you think you'll be able to run away like this?"

Seeing the resentment and hatred in the eyes of the other party, Zhang Fan was not only not afraid, but laughed wildly.

He could clearly see that the person who escaped was the petite woman who had originally used the bronze golden bell to protect Situ Ya, and the relationship between her and the tall friar in the lead must not be ordinary, otherwise the person would not have tried his best to hide her under him when he was dying, and finally spared her life.

But so what? Under heaven and earth, they are not the only ones in the Divine Night Sect who have this kind of secret technique.

The golden crow cried, and the fire soared into the sky.

A ball of fire flashed, enveloping Zhang Fan's whole body, and then it collapsed and turned into a flame rainbow bridge, which suddenly spanned a distance of 100 zhang, followed by the lightning light.

At this time, the power of the fire source on Zhang Fan's body was almost endless, and it was even more handy to run the Golden Crow Melting Fire, and the speed was instantly rushed to the limit that he had never reached in his life, and the sound of air blasting and tearing had just been released, and he was left behind, and a series of explosions disturbed countless clouds, as if a huge dragon's tail was dragging behind and swaying.

In an instant, one purple and one red, one electric and one fire, two afterimages were crossing the sky, chasing back and forth, attracting everyone's attention.

Since Zhang Fan's shocking appearance, the fierce battles have not stopped, and there are no waves, causing dozens of people to fall one after another, one after another, until it is breathless.

For a while, the people who watched the battle couldn't help but have a sense of confusion, if you look at the fierce process, it seems that a long time has passed, if you look back to the west, you can see the sun that has sunk in the west, at this time it is still half exposed, a touch of orange and red stained stratus is still there, but only for a moment.

At this time, seeing that Zhang Fan finally got revenge, the three enemies, whether they were cruel or cowardly, strong or weak, no matter how they struggled, others rescued them in every possible way, and they all died under his hands.

Until now, but seeing that he still refuses to give up, he actually chased the last person straight to the Yong, Liang station, a sense of palpitation arises spontaneously, looking at the fire that is getting closer and closer to the purple lightning, and can't help but gradually become in awe, like a tiger lying down, even flies dare to touch their bodies, and when they stay in the Wuthering Mountains and Forests, the beasts tremble, and there is no one who dares to face it.

In the purple light, the petite woman's face gradually changed, the color of hatred and resentment disappeared, replaced by a thick sense of horror and helplessness, although she did not dare to turn back, but the sound of the sky whistling and the air burning and bursting was still clear in the ears, and it was getting closer and closer, bigger and bigger, and in an instant, boundless fear overflowed in my heart.

"How is it possible? How is it possible?"

The same words, silently recited in her heart until she muttered unconsciously, how could the petite woman not dare to believe that she had already performed the secret method passed down from generation to generation of the Shenxiao Sect, known as the "Purple Pole Escape" without a trace and thousands of miles away, and it would even make people catch up?

The speed of the Purple Pole Escape is extremely fast, and the burden on the body is also extremely great, if it is not for those who are not gifted, they cannot practice, and only two or three of the teachers and sisters of the same generation are destined to cultivate.

Such a great supernatural power, even if the False Dan Monk wants to catch up, he can only rely on his stamina to catch up slowly, and it is impossible to shorten the distance like the evil star behind him, and it only takes a moment to do so, and a faint heat wave has already come from behind him, as if he is about to pounce on it in the next blink of an eye, burning it into ashes.

The biggest reliance on life seems to be unreliable, the petite woman's heart seems to be an optimus pillar collapsed, and the boundless fear can no longer be suppressed, and she can't help but cry out for help:

"Help!"

As soon as the cry for help came out, the electric light wrapped her petite body and rushed by, it was really hard to say whether she herself arrived first or the voice came first.

At this time, she couldn't control it so much, as if she would suffocate if she didn't shout like this, the petite woman's cries for help didn't stop, and her spiritual power was even more urged to the limit, and the sound of thunder and roar gradually approached the gate of the station.

In fact, there was no need for her to shout, and many monks from Yongzhou and Liangzhou, who had been standing on the sidelines in the station, had already gathered, and stood in the middle of the station through a gate, watching the chase.

Not everyone has a relationship with the Blood Demon Sect and the Shenxiao Sect, and there are not a few of them that have faint competition, grudges, etc., so at the very beginning, when they saw Zhang Fan killing the monks of the Blood Demon and Shenxiao Sects, most of them didn't care, and even secretly gloated.

Now it is very different, Zhang Fan's strength of this evil star is far beyond their expectations, a sense of fear slowly rises, and they can't help but think of what if they meet on the battlefield in the future? Can it be the opponent of this evil star?

In the end, he was a little indignant, just kill those wastes, and even dare to chase them to the station, is it really no one in Yong and Liang Prefectures?

This point of righteous indignation was not enough for them to step out of the station and confront Zhang Fan head-on, but it was no problem to block here and show hostile gaze.

The Purple Pole Lightning Escape is indeed extraordinary, even if Zhang Fan is now at the strongest moment since cultivating immortals, the speed of the rainbow light transformed by the golden crow melting fire is so fast that he can't imagine it, and when he reaches the outside of the station, he can be compared to the purple light.

This line is very likely to be the distance between life and death, a gate is crossed, and the life of the petite woman is very likely to be saved, no matter how confident he is, Zhang Fan does not feel that he can forcibly kill it among so many people and then retreat.

In the blink of an eye, the purple lightning had already touched the gate of the station, and a look of ecstasy on the petite woman's face had just emerged, and the situation had changed abruptly.

First, a cold snort sounded, and then as if a giant beast of the desolation stomped its feet fiercely, the earth shook and boomed.

The sky was full of red light, suddenly rising from the ground, dyeing the petite woman's face that had just appeared happy, and then several successive roars, like the last afterglow after a volcanic eruption, the blazing breath came out of the ground, stirring in the air and turning into ripples, these ripples have no lethality, but a violent wave of qi, in normal times, it can only rush the petite woman to a heel, and now under the protection of the purple pole electric escape, it is just a block.

But just like that, the joy on her face faded, fear was everywhere, and a scream came out.

"Save ......"

"I ......"

The previous word "save" was hoarse. The latter word, "I", is so low that it even makes people wonder if she will have time to spit it out completely.

With such a block of effort, behind the purple light, a ball of fiery red rushed up, and it didn't make much of a move, so it forcibly rushed through the purple light.

First there was a dazzling purple light, and then a dazzling Yuehua, and the monks of Yong and Liangzhou, who were standing in a pile in front of them, couldn't help but squint their eyes before they got used to it.

After a rainstorm that seemed to flood the heavens and the earth, the wind and clouds dissipated, the sound of thunder and fire disappeared, and the heavens and the earth suddenly calmed down.

Under the gaze of the monks of the two states, the fire first collected, and one foot stepped out of it, which was worthy of stepping over the gate and trampling on the ground of the station.

At the same moment, a delicate white palm poked out from the purple electric light, touching the ground of the station.

The difference is that the footsteps are steady and powerful, and when you step slightly, it seems to step directly on the hearts of everyone, which makes people feel tight, and the thin white palms are weak to fall, like a rootless wanderer following the waves, and just roll on the ground several times in a row, covered with dust, until it reaches the feet of a friar, and then stops.

"Ahh

The friar couldn't help but cover her mouth with her hands, her towering chest heaving violently, I don't know if it was shortness of breath or nausea, maybe it was both!

The jade hand that appeared in front of her slender feet was dirty and lonely, broken at the wrist, the fracture was charred, the flesh was rolled, and there was not even a trace of blood left.

At this time, the purple light dispersed, and there was nothing inside, where was the figure of a petite woman, only some gray powder remained, and it fell in front of everyone.

That palm is the last trace of the petite woman left in this world, she is bent on escaping into the land, and now it seems that she is afraid of how much she has fulfilled her wish!

"You...... You...... It's too vicious!"

The woman who covered her mouth finally didn't dare to look at it anymore, and pointed at Zhang Fan and said angrily.

"Oh!"

Zhang Fan's face was calm, he glanced sideways, and said with a smile:

"How are you doing?"

"You ......"

The monk seemed to be angry with his attitude, and she was speechless for a long time, and one hand reached into the Qiankun bag, as if she was about to make a move in anger.

As soon as her hand touched the bag, a large hand with green muscles held it firmly, and after two blows she could not break free, the friar raised her head and glared angrily at the owner of the big hand, just to say something.

The man was a monk in his prime, dressed in a coarse robe made of xenomorphic animal skins, which could only cover the upper and lower positions of his chest, and his arms and abdomen were full of muscles.

As soon as she looked at him, the angry roar of the female monk rushing to her mouth could not be released, she was slightly stunned, and then saw the middle-aged monk shaking her head at her, and then as if she remembered something, her face turned white, her clenched hand relaxed, and she lowered her head and stopped looking at Zhang Fan.

From beginning to end, Zhang Fan was watching this scene with a smile, that is, when the female monk was about to make a move, his expression and movements did not change in the slightest, as if he didn't look at the other party at all.

Such an attitude makes people even more uncertain, and there is no one to interface for a while.

It was still the middle-aged monk, seeing that the female monk was no longer impulsive, he also put down his hand, looked at Zhang Fan and said: "This Taoist friend, she is just in a hurry, why should the Taoist friend be aggressive?"

When he spoke, he looked well-reasoned and reasonable, and he sounded quite tough, but Zhang Fan was not a fledgling chick, how sharp his eyes were, he could see that his other hand was shrunk in his sleeve from beginning to end and never exposed, and his attitude of calming people in his words could not be concealed from those who had a heart.

With a slight smile, Zhang Fan said lightly: "If people don't offend me, I won't offend anyone!"

As he spoke, his gaze swept over the Yong and Liang monks in front of him, and continued: "If anyone offends me, I swear to kill him!"

Under his substantial gaze, the monks of the two states in front of him had different expressions, either calmly facing them, or evasively wandering, or angry or sad, or in awe or worship...... There are many different forms.

Fortunately, those who stand in front are mostly the pillars of the two states, and they are reluctant to come forward at this time, first, they are not sure, and second, it is not worth doing it for those people, and they can still look at Zhang Fan without showing timidity.

The ones in the back are very different, when the eyes touch, secretly take a few steps behind the distance away, as if they are afraid that Zhang Fan will suddenly make trouble.

Their movements also attracted Zhang Fan's attention, but it was not them, but a place that all the people behind them were unconsciously leaning towards.

-- Stone House.

There, there are several stone houses scattered, but there is nothing elaborately carved, just one in one, as if on a complete boulder, cut down alive.

Seeing them, thinking back to Fang just by chance, he saw a few gorgeous tents in the Qinzhou station, and Zhang Fan suddenly knew it.

- Grandmaster Yudan!

That ten ** is the residence of the Sect Master of Jiedan, and now it is just a battle for the monks of Zhuji, they are naturally embarrassed to make a move, otherwise the Grandmaster of Qinzhou is not a clay sculpture, but if he is too arrogant and fights in front of the stone house, the other party will not mind maintaining the face of the Sect Master.

Haha laughed, Zhang Fan withdrew the foot that stepped half a step on the ground, clasped his hands into fists, and said: "Zhang Fan in the Lower Law Sect, it is getting late today, so I will not disturb you." ”

"Come and say that Fang Chang, if there is a chance, I will get close to you again. ”

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Fan turned around and stepped out, a few flickers, and then disappeared, only the sound of wild laughter still echoed, setting off the faces of the monks in the two states, even more uncertain.

The end of the world was close at hand, dozens of steps out one after another, without the slightest fireworks, Zhang Fan returned to the very beginning of the battlefield, standing among the corpses everywhere.

In front of him, a corpse with blood bleeding all over it lay sideways, and a head was tilted to the side as if it were boneless, staring at the head of a woman next to him.

It was Li Gong and Situ Ya.

There was still one person left, and Zhang Fan suddenly whistled in his mouth, as if he was calling for something.

After a while, a black cry sounded above his head, and as soon as the sound came, he saw a big, white thing falling down in the air, and according to its falling momentum, it would hit a boulder in a few blinks of an eye, and it would inevitably be shattered.

Zhang Fan deliberately left Chi Yan's head, how could he sit idly by, and when his sleeves waved, a fresh breeze floated out, like a palm support, and sent this human head to him, alongside Li Gong and Situ Ya.

After a little silence, Zhang Fan made a move in his hand, and a fiery red gourd flew up from the ground not far away and fell into his hand.

Gently stroked the gourd, then lifted it high above the top and leaned down.

In the sound of water splashing, a wine spring immersed two heads and a corpse on the ground in a moment.

These rare and excellent Chiyanxin wines, which are obtained from the middle of the teacher, just flowed like this, as if endless, and the strong aroma of the wine also overflowed.

After a while, Zhang Fan's hand paused, Jiuquan stopped, shook slightly, and finally the remaining spirit wine converged into a line and went straight into his mouth.

Wiping the wine from the corner of his mouth, Zhang Fan smiled, slammed the gourd in his hand to the ground, and a little spark attached to the gourd, falling straight into the three people who were submerged in the wine.

With a "boom", the flame ignited, and the aroma of the wine was instantly intense, as if it was attracting souls from all over the world to come and enjoy it.

"Big brother!"

"Head wine, brother and sister send each other!"

"All the way, go well!"

At this moment, the last touch of orange in the west faded, and the moonlight in the east began to sway, and it was already night.

In the cold moonlight, the flame was still burning, and the more intense it burned, the calmer Zhang Fan's eyes became.

"It's over?"

"It's over!"

Zhang Fan suddenly stood up, waved his hand as if saying goodbye, strolled away, and slowly walked away.

A black shadow fell from the sky, and Mo Ling, who was already quite large, flapped his wings and fell to the ground, and there was a delicate little girl hanging around her neck, with her little head sideways, as if listening to something.

Zhang Fan's face couldn't help but show a smile, the remaining madness was exhausted, and he whispered in his mouth: "Ling'er, uncle is here." ”

Hearing his voice, Ling'er's face suddenly bloomed with a bright smile, and she jumped up and down to follow the sound, hugged Zhang Fantuo's arm, and refused to let go.

Feeling the encircling force in his hand, Zhang Fan stumbled under his feet, and then saw that Mo Ling seemed to be effectively imitated, and hurriedly waved his hand to stop, what are you kidding, with his state at this time, how dare he let Mo Ling stand on his shoulders again?

"Uncle, what's wrong with you?"

As if sensing something wrong, Ling'er tilted her head and asked.

"Nothing, just a little tired. ”

There was a little weakness in his voice, and after a slight slowdown, Zhang Fan rubbed Ling'er's head dotingly, then took her little hand and slowly walked towards the direction of Qinzhou's station.

Along the way, looking at the corpses lying on all sides, the blood sprinkled all over, she was suddenly extremely happy, Ling'er, she couldn't see the killing scene around her, otherwise she really didn't know how to talk about it.

Halfway through the road, he suddenly felt something, Zhang Fan looked back, and saw the place where his blood was boiling a moment ago, and the corpses were all over the field, and there was a dead silence.

"It's like a dream in life. ”

At this time, everything is over, the heart is unhindered, seeing such a scene, there is a faint sense of strangeness in my heart, as if it has been a long time ago, so far away that it is blurry, like a dream.

Sighing secretly, he gathered his thoughts, and the old people of Qinzhou had already appeared in front of him.

(To be continued)