In the battle of Wuhui Valley that year, several people emerged and appeared in the field of vision of Qinzhou immortal cultivators, among which Zhang Fan of the Faxiangzong was the most eye-catching.

Originally, on the big stage of the battle of Tianzhu Mountain, countless newcomers poured out to bloom, but Zhang Fan never joined in it, and was gradually forgotten, but now he was shocked, and as soon as he appeared, he used a spicy hand, although he killed only a few juniors in the Qi refining period, but looking at his methods clean and weird, he was surprised, and immediately evoked his memory.

"It's him!"

The few people standing at the front, except for Zhang Fan's acquaintances, although they didn't show any surprise and surprise on their faces, they also looked up and down with interest, no longer as indifferent as before.

They are all the proud sons of the sky, the objects of the sect's key cultivation, and since they are here to emerge, how can they pay less attention to the strong people of their peers? Zhang Fan has already entered their sight.

However, this person has not appeared for several months here, and I thought it was a meteor-like character, but I didn't want to suddenly appear at this time, so I couldn't help but be interested, wanting to see what was so strange about this belated competitor.

Being in the focus of everyone's attention, Zhang Fanruo didn't notice it, and with a flick of his hand, ten corpses with strange dead appearances were scattered and thrown out one after another as if they were being pulled by invisible silk threads, and fell into the distance.

As if he had done something insignificant, he didn't pay attention to the girl behind him who was looking at his back with burning eyes, but just looked into the distance and shouted:

"Situ Ya of the Shenxiao Sect, Chi Yan of the Blood Demon Sect, Li Gong of the Hundred Medicine Sect, Zhang Moute came to take the lives of Er, and he didn't come out to receive his death~~~ Death~"

The word "death", like anger, spread out, instantly covering the entire Tianzhu Mountain battlefield, whether it was the monks of the two sides who were still fighting everywhere, or the people in the three states, they all heard it clearly, as if they were next to their ears, and immediately all of them showed different colors.

"It's really arrogant!"

Everyone on the Qinzhou side never thought that Zhang Fan would be like this as soon as he opened his mouth, the good thing is heroic, and the bad thing is arrogant, listening to his tone, it seems that he wants to be one enemy and three general, and he will lead people to death when he opens his mouth, and he doesn't take the other party in his eyes at all.

"Where are the madmen, shouting here, and don't report their names yet!"

The voice came, and a thin old man at the foot of the mountain turned into a ray of light and flew out, and when he landed, he looked around and saw the ten corpses, and his face suddenly showed a look of grief and indignation, and he glared angrily at Zhang Fan.

Although he didn't know much about the situation on the battlefield of Tianzhu Mountain, Zhang Fan did know a thing or two, they were led by three foundation building monks to lead ten juniors of the Qi refining period as a group, and they fought against each other in the entire Tianzhu Mountain area.

At this time, I didn't understand the old man's reaction, just looking at the messy and broken clothes on his body, his face was slightly pale, and he had obviously just fought hard, and he was alone and didn't see the other two foundation monks, he could understand the general situation.

The two foundation building masters died, but there were quite a few juniors in the Qi refining period, which showed that they were afraid that they were all members of the same family or the same family, so it was possible to take care of them so carefully.

All kinds of hard work to keep them from dying, and they didn't want to be killed by Zhang Fan when they were chasing and killing the remnants, which made the old man not angry, even if he was injured, he couldn't care about it, and immediately showed up.

Where can Zhang Fan manage so much, although this old man is also a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building, his appearance is far from the three people he is looking for, it is obviously impossible for him to be his goal, since this is the case, he is too lazy to talk nonsense with him.

"The rats dare to kill people and dare not report ......"

Seeing that he ignored his words, the old man was even more angry in his heart, and just scolded loudly, before the word "name" could be spoken, he suddenly felt a flower in front of him, and a large red light flashed, sweeping as if to drown it.

"You dare!"

Unexpectedly, the other party made a bold move without even saying a word, and the old man flipped his palm under the anger of the old man, and a huge turtle shell appeared, which instantly swelled and blocked in front of him.

Under the cover of the turtle shell, the dazzling red light was gone, and the old man could not see the situation ahead, and as soon as his hand reached into the Qiankun bag, he felt a scream suddenly come, and the sound of the air being torn was filled into his ears, and the sound was huge and terrifying.

Even so, the old man didn't feel that there was anything to worry about, he didn't know how many times he had saved this turtle shell-shaped spiritual weapon, it was his most proud treasure, and how could the other party easily break it.

As soon as this thought flashed, the old man suddenly felt abnormal, the sound and color of the entire heaven and earth seemed to have disappeared, everything was turned into black and white, and at the same time, a strange feeling came to his heart, as if he was instantly immersed in a certain artistic conception.

-- Unyielding will, the heart of resistance, indomitable, and determined to break the heavens.

Forcibly pulled out of this artistic conception, the old man was shocked, although his cultivation strength was not outstanding, but how could he say that he was also a monk in the middle stage of foundation building, and his mind was so easily affected, so how terrifying should the power of this spell itself be?

The answer was soon known to him.

With a sound like a crack, the inner wall of the turtle shell in front of him was instantly concave and convex, showing five finger claw-like marks, which were immediately torn and broken, countless armor pieces flew, and a black claw mixed with gold and black flames accompanied by a black cry was grabbed on the chest.

"How is that possible?"

The old man was terrified, his heart was full of fear and remorse, and he instinctively turned around and flint, but he took two steps, his vest hurt, his chest swelled, and the whole person was strangely bent into a bow, stagnant slightly, and then the blood mist burst out of the sky.

A sudden big hole appeared in the old man's vest, the front and back were connected, the internal organs were gone, and only an empty body fell down.

"You don't deserve to know my name!"

Thunder killed with one blow, Zhang Fan's tone was indifferent, and he no longer looked at him.

Seriously injured, angry, and exposed to the same level of masters without knowing how to avoid it, he is either an unwise person who does not know how to measure himself, what is there to pay attention to?

This person was the highest cultivator he had killed with his own hands, but he didn't have the slightest feeling of excitement in his heart, it was just an appetizer, how could he be excited!

His real goal can only be the three culprits who caused Zhuo Hao's fall, and only by killing those three people can he really calm the anger in his heart, and everything else is nothing but floating clouds.

"Situ Ya, Li Gong, Chi Yan, one of them has died for you, when will you hide?"

As soon as these words came out, he was already slapped in the face without any scruples, and his disdain and killing were undoubtedly revealed, and all the eyes of everyone who heard the words were focused on the three of them.

When Zhang Fan challenged for the first time, the three of them had already gathered together, and seeing this situation at this time, they glanced at each other, nodded, and immediately took a vertical leap, flew into the air, and appeared in front of Zhang Fan.

The three of them clearly saw that the other party's cultivation was only in the middle stage of foundation building, and it was not higher than any of the three of them.

Seeing them appear, Zhang Fan's eyes suddenly lit up, his arms trembled slightly, the taste of blood gushed out of his mouth, and Zhuo Hao's voice flashed in his mind, all of which turned into blood.

The three of them, two men and one woman, the woman was dressed in purple and carrying a long sword, and the typical disciple of the Shenxiao Sect was dressed as Situ Ya.

The other two, one is a middle-aged man in a blue cloth coat, with a yellow complexion, a gloomy expression, and a medicine shovel in his hand.

The other person was blood-red from his clothes to his hair and skin, and his face was handsome and evil, at first glance he was no more than a teenager, and he looked like a middle-aged man in his thirties and forties.

"Late!"

Zhang Fan pronounced out this name with a solemn expression, the information obtained from Fu Chang, this person is the top master of the younger generation of the Blood Demon Sect, he is not very old, but he is already a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building, and his blood river demon skills are earth-shattering, and Zhuo Hao almost died at his hands.

"Who are you, and why are you in such a hurry to die?"

The person who spoke was Chi Yan, his tone was understated, his voice was soft and treacherous, he couldn't distinguish between men and women, and when he spoke, his slender and sharp five fingers like a woman's wheel moved, as if he was plucking the strings.

"Zhang Fan, the head of the Fa Xiangzong, specially took the head of the senior brother Zhuo Hao. ”

Zhang Fan's expression was indifferent, and his gaze swept over the faces of the three people one by one, as if he wanted to engrave their faces deeply in the depths of his heart, and the resolute intention of killing was overflowing.

"Zhuo Hao?"

Chi Yan's rotating fingers paused, obviously repeating in astonishment, and then laughed wildly: "Hahaha...... You're here for revenge?"

"I think I've killed countless people in my life, and it's the first time someone has come to take revenge, it's interesting and interesting!"

Zhang Fan didn't say much at this time, it was enough to let him know why he died, and as soon as his body moved, he suddenly turned into a streamer and disappeared in place.

"Huh, that's going to happen?"

Seeing this, Chi Yan's heart moved, but he waved his hand and stopped the two companions, as if they wanted to fight alone.

It would be a lie to say that they didn't have the idea of rushing up, although the person who came seemed to be only a mid-stage foundation cultivator, but if they dared to shout like this, they would definitely hold it, and they would definitely not be underestimated.

But later, when I heard his registration, I knew that this person was also a Qinzhou monk, so this wishful thinking couldn't work.

After all, it is the battlefield of Sanzhou, if they really dare to rush forward, under the same hatred of the enemy, the other party will not sit idly by if they want to, and a melee is inevitable.

Rather than this, it is better to let Chi Yan solve it alone, how to say that he is also a master in the late stage of foundation building, which is enough to suppress the other party.

Among the three, Chi Yan was obviously the leader, seeing his actions, Situ Ya and Li Gong retreated together, watching the battle from afar, looking at their appearance, they were full of confidence in Chi Yan, and they were not worried that they would be defeated by the opponent.

How the other party responded, Zhang Fan did not put it in his eyes, the fiery red streamer flickered, and a figure appeared, which was already nearly ten zhang away.

The flames are all over the body, burning endlessly, one hand stretches forward, the palm is concave, as if a whirlpool swallows, an inconspicuous red dot inside flickers and flies out, and then swells, instantly turning into a graceful and luxurious bronze mirror in the hand, and the violent aura fluctuations are scattered, silently telling its extraordinary.

Seeing this, Chi Yan's expression froze, no longer looking like he was dealing with it casually, and a blood-red skull with dried blood stains all over his hand appeared, holding it in his hand, and the upper and lower jaws with scattered teeth seemed to be slightly opening and closing, as if chewing and devouring something.

As soon as the skull appeared, the blood-red ripples spread, causing the qi and blood in everyone's bodies to float faintly, as if as long as someone shouted, it would break out.

With such ferocity, I don't know how many human lives and blood sacrifices can be accomplished?

Zhang Fan's brows furrowed slightly, but his movements did not change in any way, and he did not see his posture, and suddenly the red light on the treasure book was great, and the mirror fluctuated for a while, and then it was like a volcanic eruption, magma flowed, and a large area of fiery red poured out.

Half-condensed and half-liquid, the high temperature was amazing, and a long river of magma roared incessantly, turning into a long rainbow and rushing straight towards Chi Yan in mid-air.

The high temperature and flames are the opponents that Chi Yan's Blood River ** is most unwilling to face, and this was the case when he faced Zhuo Hao a few days ago, and it took a lot of means, and I don't want him to be the same as his junior brother!

Chi Yan didn't dare to slack off, took a deep breath, and flipped his palm to condense into a seal, slapping the back of the blood-colored skull.

The entire skull, only here is a crystal clear, like a ruby without filth, his palm has just been imprinted, when the spiritual power surges, the skull is like a command, the upper and lower jaws open and close, as if there is a foreign body to vomit.

"Nine heavens and ten earths, yin and filthy blood, gather!"

The sky was bright red, bloody, and sick.

"River of Blood, now!"

The upper and lower jaws of the blood-colored skull were wide open like the word "one", and a large stream of blood gushed out, like a heavenly river falling down, gathering bright red in the sky, and suddenly becoming a monstrous blood river.

As soon as the river of blood came out, a radius of hundreds of zhang suddenly changed the world, and the eyes were as bright red as a sea of blood, and the ears were full of endless blood like a big river, gushing endlessly.

In such a river of blood, there is no sense of disgust, but there is a ubiquitous sweet and greasy fragrance lingering in the nose, smelling it drunk, as if this blood river is the world's most mellow wine gathering, and the heart is born into the heart of drinking long songs.

Zhang Fan's mind was so firm, but he was in a trance, and before he could think of it, he woke up, the spiritual power in his hand urged, and there was a long roar in his mouth, and the long river of magma went upstream, colliding head-on with the river of blood pouring down.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, it was as if it was really a volcanic eruption, and countless magma poured into the rivers, lakes and seas, boiling everything and condensing everything.

The sky is full of blood-red water vapor, if the previous eyes are full of blood red or hallucinations, if the artistic conception is there, the blood red water vapor at this time is real, it is the product of the mutual annihilation of magma and the blood river.

The magma and the river of blood advanced and retreated, and the two sides gradually became confrontation and mutual consumption in the air, and there was a stalemate for a while.

Seeing this, Zhang Fan, Chi Yan, and all the people around them who were watching the battle all showed surprise on their faces.

(To be continued)