It would be meaningless if you can't kill me!" The old man surnamed Xiao shouted almost in a roaring voice.

He started running again. He just wanted to get rid of Zhou Fan now. Such a tactic really made him feel too disgusted.

But Zhou Fan's quick sword aura was getting more and more intense, flying, and he kept pestering the old man surnamed Xiao, forcing the old man surnamed Xiao to turn back to deal with the quick sword aura every time.

Occasionally, Zhou Fan also mixed with one or two Guiyi Swords. After the old man surnamed Xiao used his palm power to slap the Guiyi Swords, he was even less careful.

The old man surnamed Xiao was so entangled that he was almost mad.

Just spare me... He started to wail in his heart, but he also knew that begging for mercy was useless. As a monk in the Fun Seed Realm, he would not allow him to do so.

His speed of progress was greatly disturbed. After walking for so long, he could not get a hundred feet. Zhou Fan's attack was like a fly, buzzing around him, but he could not slap the fly to death.

What made him feel a little scared was that his true energy began to decline to a certain extent because Zhou Fan increased the attack frequency of the sword aura.

Does this madman really think that he can consume his true energy?

No, this matter is really wrong, this lunatic must have enough confidence to do so.

The old man surnamed Xiao became more and more afraid the more he thought about it. He knew that he could not continue like this. He gently patted the storage bag on his waist, and a yellow light flew out from the storage bag and turned into a topaz bracelet when it landed on his hand.

The topaz bracelet emitted a faint yellow light, covering him.

Dozens of swords were flying, falling on the yellow aperture, making a thumping sound, and quickly dissipated, but the yellow aperture did not move at all.

The old man surnamed Xiao ran forward again.

Zhou Fan behind him hurriedly followed, and the rust knife in his hand slashed countless vague sword auras, all blocked by the aperture emitted by the top jade bracelet.

Because of the blessing of the halo of the top jade bracelet, the old man surnamed Xiao ignored Zhou Fan's attack at all and just ran forward. He suddenly used his body skills to walk a long way.

Zhou Fan's face was slightly condensed. This defensive magic weapon was so strong. He had a cold face and kept teleporting. While keeping the old man surnamed Xiao from pulling too far away, he slashed two more times.

The first sword is dozens of fast swords.

The second knife is Guiyi Dao.

The fast sword aura and Guiyi sword light mixed together, and all shot into the yellow halo emitted by the topaz bracelet.

The yellow halo was hit by the Guiyi sword light, shaking and still supporting it, but its light became much dimmed a lot.

Zhou Fan was secretly happy. He knew that no defensive magic weapon was invincible. As long as he used another sword-like style to unite, he would definitely destroy the yellow halo.

Suddenly, the old man surnamed Xiao stopped. After he stopped like this, Zhou Fan was already alert to the small tricks of the old man surnamed Xiao. He quickly teleported back and changed his position, so that the old man surnamed Xiao would not guess his position.

However, Zhou Fan soon discovered that the old man surnamed Xiao stopped not to deal with him, but someone blocked the old man surnamed Xiao.

The man stood about ten feet from the old man surnamed Xiao.

Zhou Fan was stunned. His six senses were always on, guarding against everything around him. He didn't notice that a person was so close to him?

The person who came was a middle-aged man in white clothes. His face was pale and bloodless, with blood stains on the white clothes, his eyes were almost covered with whites, and his pupils turned into black thin spots.

Zhou Fan had never seen such eyes. Even though the eyes were not looking at him, he still felt creepy.

The middle-aged man just looked at the old man surnamed Xiao indifferently.

The old man surnamed Xiao was covered in the yellow halo, but his whole body trembled faintly, "Who are you? Why should you stop me?"

Zhou Fan took several steps back. Judging from the words of the old man surnamed Xiao, the two of them were not in the same group. What were the old man surnamed Xiao afraid of?

The middle-aged man didn't say anything. He just tilted his head slightly and then stretched out his hand. He was obviously at about ten feet, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he went to the old man surnamed Xiao.

Bang!

The moment the pale hand touched the yellowish aperture, the yellowish-topus jade bracelet was broken.

"Please spare me!" The old man surnamed Xiao shouted sharply, as if he knew the strength of the middle-aged man.

The black snowflakes fell down and fell on the middle-aged man, but they did not play any role. His hand continued to stretch forward and grabbed the head of the old man surnamed Xiao.

laugh!

The old man surnamed Xiao was pulled off his head.

The middle-aged man was holding the head of the old man surnamed Xiao in his hand, and there was sticky blood flowing down his palm, wrapping the whole head, and the head was melted with the dark red blood, and drilled into the palm of his hand.

"The Fu Zong Realm... the wonderful head." The middle-aged man turned his head and breathed a little dazed.

Zhou Fan, who witnessed this scene, completely froze. He felt that the heat in his body was rapidly losing. He confirmed something that the two monks were killed by this man yesterday.

Zhou Fan turned around and teleported in one direction without hesitation. The middle-aged man just stretched out his hand and could twist the head of a cultivator in the Talisman Realm. He would definitely not be his opponent. When would he wait until he didn't escape?

He didn't even signal the Buxiao Taoist and others to tell him what he thought, because a monk who is likely to have surpassed the talisman realm, called Buxiao Taoist and others from the Golden Body realm, come and die?

He never thought that the level of the murderer's cultivation level would be so terrifying yesterday, because no one could stop a monk who had surpassed the talisman realm in the north of the gray monkey. Why should he kill someone and leave a word?

Zhou Fan really couldn't figure it out.

The middle-aged man tilted his head slightly and looked in the direction of Zhou Fan's escape. He turned his head back and pointed to the ground and wrote: If you borrow the head, you will be able to use it.

After writing, he lowered his head and said in a daze: "The first step is to find the monk, refine his head, and make trouble for the fantasy man. The second step is to not reveal traces, and kill everyone who saw me!"

He disappeared from the spot like a bubble.

Zhou Fan, who had originally teleported and escaped, saw a strange blood bubble as big as a human head in front of him.

His face changed slightly, and he did not dare to stay or contact the blood bubbles. Instead, he immediately changed one direction, but no matter what direction he changed, he could see the suspended blood bubbles.

His heart immediately sank and he had to stop.

The blood bubble burst with a loud bang, and a large amount of blood fell to the ground, turning into the middle-aged man I had just seen. His strange eyes stared at Zhou Fan who was invisible.

Zhou Fan had a calm face. He knew that the other party could see him, so he simply lifted his invisibility.

"Who are you?" Zhou Fan asked in a deep voice, his hands tightly holding the hilt.
Chapter completed!