Watching the human head rise and watch it fall down, everyone's faces couldn't help but show a complicated look.

A great monk in the late stage of foundation building fell so easily in front of everyone, and it was the most shameful way to die by being beheaded, seeing all this happening, a chill rose for no reason.

Especially the monks of Yong and Liangzhou, looking at the hazy figure in the blood mist, there was some cringe in their eyes, as if that kind of encounter was about to happen to them.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

Heavy footsteps sounded, and the blood mist rolled violently, and a figure stepped out of it and appeared in front of everyone.

The wind, coming at the right time, blew away the blood mist, and also raised his black hair, like a well-fed lion, shaking his mane and roaring, looking wild and flamboyant.

A large fiery red gourd was held high, and the wine as red as blood poured out and poured into his mouth.

The strong aroma of wine overflowed in front of everyone, but it did not attract the slightest attention, and everyone's eyes moved down to his low leg hand.

A pale head, carried by a tuggy strand of hair, swayed from side to side with his steps, flung back and forth with the wind, and occasionally hit the thighs of the comers, making a muffled "pop" sound.

"Happy!"

The red gourd was thrown back, if no one next to Zhang Fan shouted, and at the same time, his hand was raised, and the head that was already indistinguishable rolled up, and was about to fall at the apex, only to see a black shadow flash from above, holding the sparse hair on the skull, flying high into the distance.

When I looked closely, it was a child-sized fire crow!

Zhang Fan stretched out his hand and wiped it on the side of his mouth, only to feel that the blood was surging, and the whole person seemed to be boiling.

"Huh?"

It seemed that only now did he feel the gaze focused on him, and suddenly raised his head, as if the gaze of substance swept over everyone's body.

Immediately, it focused on a man, a woman, and two monks.

The dozen or so people who were swept by his gaze in front of him were the Yong and Liang monks who had attacked him behind his back before, most of them were disciples of the Blood Demon Sect, and they thought they were Chi Yan's fellow disciples, except for two people, it was Li Gong and Situ Ya.

Situ Ya stood relatively far back, and under the cover of everyone, he was almost missed by Zhang Fan.

Li Gong was different, not only was his position extremely forward, but the medicine shovel-like magic weapon in his hand was flickering, and his aura was fluctuating, obviously he had just been envoyed.

Discovering Zhang Fan's movements, Li Gong's eyes flickered, and for no reason he panicked, his body shrank, and he disappeared behind a disciple of the Blood Demon Sect without a trace.

"Hahaha~~ Okay, great!" Zhang Fan suddenly laughed wildly, and the murderous words came out from afar, "It's really an endless cup of wine, and an enemy head that can't be killed." ”

"You guys, let's go together!"

Immediately there was a long roar, and invisible ripples spread out from the mouth, like the mountains and rivers shaking, and the soul of the listener was like a willow swaying in the wind.

Such a move was like a boulder falling into the water, and it suddenly stirred up waves.

The monks of Yong and Liang were shocked, thinking that with so many people on their side, Zhang Fan would not be able to make a brazen move?

The Qinzhou monk stopped in surprise and stopped a hundred zhang away.

Zhang Fan's meaning was already very clear, he was afraid that more than half of the wild words were said to them Qinzhou monks, looking at his appearance, it seemed that he was going to deal with these dozen or so foundation building monks alone, and he had already said so, if he stepped forward, it would be disrespectful to the strong.

Since he appeared, he has killed twelve people in a row, although the strength is different, but it is enough to show his strength.

If it weren't for this, how could they attach importance to the opinion of a weak person, and they would have already rushed up and started a scuffle, but they couldn't help but have doubts in their hearts, after all, there were more than a dozen foundation building monks on the other side, and he was just one person, could he do it?

Everyone was stunned or surprised, but it didn't affect Zhang Fan's actions, only to see his body move, suddenly turned into a moving flame Changhong rushed out, and one palm stretched forward to blast out at the location of this powerful gong, and actually looked at the Blood Demon Sect monk who was blocking the other party as if there was nothing.

It was a young monk in the early stage of foundation building, although he was waiting for the battle, but he never expected that Zhang Fan would be the first to shoot at him without greeting him, and when the blood light rose and hurriedly responded, Li Gong, who was seen in his eyes, flashed secretly and fled from behind him.

What else is there that I don't understand? The young monk suddenly hated in his heart, but he didn't even have the space to scold, and one palm was already imprinted on the blood light of the talisman.

"Boom"

In an instant, the wind and clouds changed color, lightning flashed, and three wrist-thick thunder pillars thundered down from the sky.

"What?"

The young monk was stunned, it turned out to be ...... "Divine Night Decree!"

When the thunder flashed, someone had already exclaimed.

"Where did he get the Divine Night Decree?" the young monk had just wondered in his mind, and he didn't know anything.

His blood light is not as good as Chi Di, it is integrated with his own essence and blood sacrifice, naturally evil and filthy, and he is most afraid of the power of righteousness and destruction such as thunder, and the blood light of the protective body suddenly penetrates, and the palm of his hand penetrates into it, and it is lightly imprinted on his chest.

"Ahh

With a terrible cry, the humanoid pillar of fire, with a slight struggle, was burned to charcoal.

"The first one!" Zhang Fan thought silently in his heart.

Such a thunderous method immediately shocked the audience.

At this time, the remaining ten monks of Yongzhou and Liangzhou could still take care of those Qinzhou monks who were faintly sweeping the formation, and they scattered one after another, the magic weapons and spirit runes in their hands bloomed, and one by one the magic skills took shape, as if they were going to bombard them in unison in the next moment, and exterminate the fanatics who dared to despise them.

At this moment, Zhang Fan's eyes flickered, glanced at them, looked at their positions, and then the corners of his mouth curled, and a strange smile appeared.

Seeing the impending destruction blow as nothing, Zhang Fan's palm stretched out and suddenly pressed down.

With his movements, a large amount of spiritual energy gathered, condensed into a translucent giant palm, and it didn't stop, and it slammed straight into the ground.

At this time, most of the people around him are Chi Di's brothers, of course they know how terrifying the Blood Coagulation Mudra is, and they can judge its power from it, and how dare they slack off, so they immediately concentrate on it.

But what happened next was a bit unexpected for them.

There was no loud bang that penetrated the heavens and the earth, there was no shaking of the landslide, a dull sound came out, and it was immediately calm, as if nothing had happened.

"How?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, but they heard a noise behind them, earth and rocks flew everywhere, and even the ten corpses that had died before Zhang Fan were shocked into the air at the same time.

The previous style of daring to love was actually to transfer the power across the mountain, but ...... What's the use of this?

The people's doubts were quickly explained, although by that time they would have preferred to never know.

(To be continued)