"What a pity.
It would be great if the white tiger's breath could control birds."
Watching the falcons surrounding the paper man layer by layer, Meng Fan curled his lips and felt very sorry.
The attacks of these eagles were very flexible and ferocious.
Even though he had broken through to the ninth level of spirit condensation, the paper man's strength had also increased.
But there are many eagles who can't stand each other.
What makes Meng Fan even more helpless is that in the current situation, the white tiger's energy has no effect on the birds.
"Haha, it's just err" The ghost bird of the Black Spirit Group sat calmly in the car with a look of disdain on his face.
He even lit a cigarette, leaned back lazily on the chair, and started smoking and watching the show.
Before coming, he already knew Meng Fan's method, which was paper man The paper man not only has powerful attack power, but can also release flames What his falcon fears is fire Therefore, as soon as the paper man appeared, he did not hesitate to kill the falcon and adopted close combat tactics to surround the paper man so that the paper man could not release the flame spell.
Once released, both sides would lose.
As for the paper man's attack, he didn't take it seriously.
Without the paper man, Meng Fan, who has a shallow cultivation level, has no threat.
"The paper man is a paper man after all.
Can you still play tricks?
Under the tempering of the spiritual liquid, every eagle here is comparable to the combat power of the seventh level of Condensation.
Your paper man will be finished sooner or later."
Gui Que exhaled a puff of smoke calmly, with a cold smile on his lips.
Through the car window, he looked at Meng Fan from afar.
He looked confident, but when he saw that Meng Fan was not panicking at all, he fainted.
Something doesn't feel right, I always feel like I'm missing something.
"boom" At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared next to his car.
His fist was filled with violent energy, like an iron fist.
It smashed the car window and hit him in the face.
Caught off guard, his mouth was knocked off-side by the punch.
The cigarette in his mouth emitted sparks, drew a sad arc in the air, and fell to the side.
Along with the cigarette, two more cigarettes fell.
The bloody teeth flew out, and when they landed on the ground, they made two clanging sounds.
"What the hell, there's also a paper man" Gui Que, who was still arrogant and arrogant just now, became embarrassed in the blink of an eye.
He had no time to straighten his smashed mouth, and rolled to the side from the driver's seat.
A sharp whistling sound came out of his mouth, and the remaining few people in the car were After receiving the order, the ten falcons made a thrilling sound of flapping their wings and set off waves of violent airflow.
They rushed out of the car in groups and pounced on the attacking paper figures.
In the chaos, a sound of "Ah" sounded from behind the carriage.
The strange thing was that Gui Que did not hear it, as if the sound did not come out.
Only then did Gui Que have time to rub his cheeks, straighten his mouth that had been smashed by the paper man, and spat out a mouthful of blood with a ferocious look on his face.
Unexpectedly, he was careless and suffered a big loss.
Fortunately, Falcon has restrained both paper men now.
It is only a matter of time before the paper men are destroyed.
Although Meng Fan took advantage for a while, his death has already come.
Gui Que stretched out his hand to wipe the blood that spilled from the corner of his mouth, with a fierce look in his eyes.
However, the contempt and disdain in his expression appeared on his face again.
In a flash, his figure flew out of the smashed car window and stood proudly.
Outside the car, he looked at Meng Fan from afar.
"From now on, I will let you know what instant kill is."
Gui Que licked his lips, took out a tube of spiritual fluid, and injected it into his body.
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The next moment, a clicking sound came from his body.
His originally thin body actually expanded, and his cultivation level instantly improved.
Reaching the ninth level of Ningling The ghost sparrows of the Black Spirit Group do have something to be proud of.
"Meng Fan, you, a farmer from Mengjiazhuang, dare to make enemies of the Seventh Spirit Group by virtue of your ability to tie up a few paper figurines."
The figure of the ghost bird jumped lightly, and a falcon suddenly appeared in mid-air.
He took a step forward, and another falcon appeared.
It seemed to be walking in the air, slowly approaching Meng Fan.
This scene looks extremely magical, spectacular and incredible "Wow."
Even Meng Fan couldn't help but admired.
Looking at the ghost bird walking on the back of the eagle, his eyes shone with envy.
"This eagle is so good.
I thought it was a silly eagle at first.
I must look back and get it."
It’s so fun to play with a few of them.”
"Meng Fan, don't you think you are naive?
Do you think the Black Spirit Group is still the same as the Seventh Spirit Group before?"
Gui Que walked in the air with an air of pride, his clothes were flying with a hint of elegance, "Tell the truth You, the Black Spirit Group are completely different from the original Seventh Spirit Group.
They are not an official group affiliated with the upper-level organization, but a hired third-party organization.
They take money, kill people, and take responsibility for life and death.
There is not so much emphasis on killing you.
It’s like crushing an ant.”
As Gui Que spoke, he got closer and closer to Meng Fan.
He thought that under his unparalleled domineering momentum and his murderous words, Meng Fan should have no fighting spirit at all.
His eyes glanced at Meng Fan's face.
Face, but was surprised to find that Meng Fan didn't seem to listen to what he said at all, nor did he look at his chic and strange figure.
Instead, he looked straight at the falcon at his feet with a greedy look on his face.
"Nah!"
Guiqiao cursed secretly.
The performance just now seemed to have hit the empty space with a punch, and he was a little depressed.
"I'm too lazy to talk nonsense to you.
Just suffer death."
Before he finished speaking, Gui Que stomped on the eagle's back hard, his body sank, and then he ejected, with a violent and fierce punch, packed with fierce energy, and blasted towards Meng Fan's chest.
He was very confident that with this punch, he could break Meng Fan's sternum and smash his internal organs into smithereens.
He would definitely die.
"This eagle is really fun.
I dreamed of playing like this when I was a kid.
I really saw it today."
Meng Fan turned a blind eye to Gui Que's attack.
He just raised his palm and slapped it down gently.
With a snap, it hit Gui Que's violent fist.
"Boom" Gui Que's expression suddenly changed.
Before he could restrain the disdain in his expression, he suddenly fell to the ground and knelt in front of Meng Fan.
With a click, his kneecaps were probably shattered, and his face was twisted in severe pain. , the pain was as if his egg had been hit with a hammer, it was so painful that he shed tears.
"What kind of cultivation level do you have?"
Before coming, Gui Que had already secretly deduced based on what he had learned that Meng Fan was roughly at the seventh level, or at most the eighth level, of Condensing Spirits.
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Without the help of the paper man, he would definitely be vulnerable.
But he is different.
Although he relies on Falcon, he is also very strong.
Especially after being injected with spiritual liquid, his strength will increase to the ninth level of spirit condensation.
He can kill Meng Fan just for fun, just like What he just said, let Meng Fan see what instant kill is.
But something seemed not quite right.
The one who was killed instantly was himself.
And there was another scream of "Ah" in the empty carriage, but no one heard it, which was very strange: