“He’s really, really fierce.”
"I personally recruited him to Golden Lotus Peak" The dancing flames of the bonfire shone on Jin Lian'er's shocked little face.
Her mouth opened and closed, and her eyes were as wide as two bells.
As the daughter of the leader of Jin Lian Peak, although she had not participated in such a brutal fight, , but his vision is still very extraordinary, and he has seen many strong people showing off their skills.
But no one's performance could match the scene she saw at this moment.
The guy was holding a white-headed sword, swift and elegant, like a breeze blowing through the grass, but not a single blade of grass grew.
"That is definitely not a technique in today's cultivation world."
Li Xiaoman was also stunned and shaken.
Although Meng Fan's target was not her, the back of her clothes was already soaked with sweat, and her two palms were tightly clenched with sweat in her palms.
If she had been there, In the battle with Meng Fan at this time, he was afraid that he would not survive for two or three breaths.
The technique that Meng Fan performed was like a sword formation, magnificent and spectacular, something he had never seen or heard before.
"Brother Meng is the junior deputy palace master."
"I heard that when he was in Qingqiu City, before he entered immortality, he dared to face the powerful in the immortality realm."
"He also has a family member who has transcended the realm of immortality.
His cultivation background is beyond our comparison.
It is not surprising that he can achieve this level."
"Brother Meng and I live in the same house, hahaha" Song Zheliu almost stuttered when he said these words.
The last one was quite illogical.
The pride on his face actually outweighed the shock.
At the same time, his hands trembled with excitement as he turned over the crane meat, and the strong fragrance filled the air.
Threads floating We can still chat for a few words here, but the enemy on the opposite side is in extremely miserable condition.
"Retreat, retreat quickly" "The other party is not something we can deal with."
"Master Liao, Elder Liu is dead, and the two guardians on the left and right are also dead."
The crowd's screams were mixed with indescribable panic.
One after another figures began to retreat towards the hillside, but the speed became extremely slow because of the white and wet caused by the rain and snow sword, and their vision was also affected by the blue sky.
Blocked by the colorful clouds, in their field of vision, the surroundings are not mountains and forests, but a world that is so weird that it cannot be described.
In this world, every breath of air is filled with the breath of death Everyone's heart felt heavy, even their bladders felt heavy.
Some people's pants were already wet, making a gurgling sound.
"Get down, get down and run away."
Seeing that the green stream of light was invincible, someone cleverly lay down on the ground, restrained his breath, and tried to escape from the small world of Three Swords.
But as soon as he lay down, a white mist blew, and there was a stinging pain in his hands and feet.
It was freezing.
The feeling was that his eyes only blinked once, and then they couldn't blink anymore, and the originally black eyes turned cold white.
Someone stepped on his head while running away in panic. click His head shattered into countless pieces of ice But the person who stepped on his head was hit by a blue cloud falling from a high place.
With a bang, a beautiful mist of blood exploded.
It's a long story, but it happened within a short time.
In addition, Yue Laoqi and others joined the battle to finish off the damage, and soon there was no one standing on the field.
Many people didn't see Meng Fan clearly when they died.
What he looks like, what clothes he wears Meng Fan stopped suddenly.
He held the white-headed sword in his hand, and Biluo and Yuxue sneered through the night sky, floating behind him, like a harp and a harp, and their movements were in perfect harmony.
It was only then that the scene in the night became clear.
The air was filled with a thick smell of blood, drifting far away in the mountain wind.
There was blood still bubbling from the neck of the corpse, making a gurgling sound.
The sound is like water boiling Song Zheliu took the crane meat away from the bonfire and said in a loud voice: "It's done."
Li Xiaoman's eyes were fixed on the majestic middle-aged man: "There's still a little bit left."
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In fact, the middle-aged man doesn't look majestic now.
His face is sweating profusely and the corners of his mouth are turned down.
It's easy for people to misunderstand that he is about to cry.
Maybe he doesn't pay attention to maintenance at ordinary times.
The top of his head is a little bald, and the hair on both sides is a bit bald.
The hair is blowing in the wind, and it is easy to make people laugh.
Meng Fan's hair was neat and his clothes were fluttering in the mountain breeze.
Casting the Three Swords Small World must have consumed a lot of energy on him, and his hair slowly turned white.
Jin Lian'er squinted her big eyes and opened her mouth.
Song Zheliu interrupted with his hands and said, "Isn't he so handsome?"
"Ah" Jin Lian'er opened her small mouth, "Yes, yes."
Xuanyuan Xixi's white clothes and white hair had fascinated her to the point of confusion.
Even though Xuanyuan Xixi died, she still occasionally thought of his handsome figure along the way, and sighed with regret: "If he is not a bad person, he is a good person."
But at this time, the shadow of Xuanyuan Xixi left in her mind suddenly disappeared completely.
Her mind and heart were completely occupied by the elegant figure holding a white-headed sword in the distance.
Jin Lian'er murmured: "In the future, when recruiting disciples, we will use his image and standards."
Li Xiaoman rarely spoke up on this matter and said: "Then you will definitely not be able to recruit anyone."
How can it be so easy to find someone who can match the one far away?
Jin Lian'er glanced at the oval-faced Song Zheliu and sighed softly.
Song Zheliu already had an expression that was more infatuated than a woman's.
"This fellow Taoist."
The middle-aged man raised his hand and wiped his face vigorously, wiping away the sweat that almost obscured his vision.
He hugged Meng Fan and said, "This is Liao Paoshan, the head of Liujia Gate near Niutoushan. , the Chongming Bird appeared in the world, monks from all walks of life gathered in Niutoushan, in order to maintain the In order to maintain order in the mountain, I sent my gatekeepers to guard the entrance.
A few days ago, a few people killed my gatekeepers.
I thought it was you who did it.
Now it seems that they must have admitted the wrong person.
My fellow Taoist possesses heavenly combat power.
He is really powerful.
He must I won’t argue with my ignorant disciples.”
Meng Fan interrupted the man: "Let me ask you something, if I were not powerful, would my companions and I be dead?
I seem to have heard you just say that you would kill all of us and not even spare the women."
The man wiped the sweat from his face again, unable to refute.
Meng Fan continued: "Actually, I have a good opinion of you.
You treat men and women equally, which is different from some well-dressed beasts.
Now that you have killed many people, you must want to kill me to avenge your disciples.
As a third-level immortal, you If you are a powerful person, you can fight with me to completely clear up the grudges between us.
You may also have hope of winning, so as to avoid endless conflicts between us in the future."
"Fellow Taoist, you are serious."
The man waved his hand, his Adam's apple suddenly trembled up and down, the blood vessels in his neck bulged, and his body became stiff, as if he was speaking with all his strength, "I just said that I was admitting my mistake.
I'm here, sorry to bother you."
The man bowed to Meng Fan, then looked at Jin Lian'er and bowed too.
After that, the man just turned around, as if nothing had happened, and walked away step by step, without ever touching the long knife behind his back.
Jin Lian'er wanted to say something to Meng Fan, but was stopped by Li Xiaoman's eyes.
The man walked farther and farther, his steps became faster and faster, and his back became more and more miserable.
Suddenly he stopped and lowered his head, as if thinking about something.
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The man saw the blood of his own hands on his feet, which had not yet dried.
The man suddenly turned around, drew out the long knife from his back, stood where he was facing Meng Fan, and shouted at Meng Fan in a hoarse voice: "Liao Guoshan, the head of the Liujia Clan in Niutoushan, is willing to make peace."
Friends will fight to the death, and we will fight to the death
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