Needless to say, he dared not come or not. At the moment when Zhang Fan was unscrupulously provoking, the eight-armed demon god immediately roared, and the sound of gold and iron was louder, leaving Feng Jiuling and others, and the demonic energy surged around him and rushed past.

It seemed like a black sky curtain, which suddenly pulled by, with an extremely fast speed. The observer only felt a flash in front of him. The eight-armed demon god was already standing where Zhang Fan was standing, roaring to the sky.

He is faster, and Zhang Fan's movements are faster.

After the provocation, he didn't even look back at him. He was sure that the Eight-Armed Demon God was crazy, so he turned around and turned into a golden rainbow and flew towards the distance.

One person and one demon, one front and one back, one escape and one chase, and disappeared in front of everyone in a flash.

All these changes happened in an instant, and when everyone came to their senses, they could no longer see the figures of both sides.

"Tsk tsk"

At this time, the Crazy Dragon Master just emerged from the group of Jiuzhou monks below, flew into the air and stood beside Fengjiuling, marveling: "Senior Brother Feng, look how much the eight-armed demon god hates Junior Brother Zhang!"

"Has happened between them?"

The real man Kuanglong has not been able to seize the body for a long time and his strength is gone. He can only hide under his face and get a bargain, but he dare not participate in the real battle.

Until now, he ran up to it because he had some dust settled.

"Yu knows."

After hearing the words of Kuanglong, Feng Jiuling rolled his eyes, and the divine weapon was speechless.

In their opinion, Zhang Fan was entangled with the Eight-Armed Demon God or led it away, which was supposed to be a relatively long battle. Unexpectedly, Zhang Fan whistled. The Eight-Armed Demon God followed without hesitation, running faster than a dog.

Fengjiuling and the real person of the Divine Soldiers were happy to see this, but they made the masters of the foreign race in the northern border very badly.

"this,"

One by one, the strange-shaped and bearded masters of the northern border were stunned and froze in the air, neither moving forward nor retreating.

After cooperating many times, although their strength is not strong, their cooperation with the Eight-Armed Demon God can be regarded as tacit understanding. The terrifying deterrence of the Eight-Armed Demon God can be considered a battlefield. But at this time, they are all looking at each other with a bitter look on their faces.

In the end, they didn't understand why the eight-armed demon god ran so fast, and they didn't even have time to give them a retreat.

Immediately, these masters from the foreign race in the northern border had no time to worry about this, and they "rattled" and rushed from all directions to Jiuzhou masters surrounded them.

In an instant, the atmosphere between heaven and earth suddenly stagnated. It was as if time and air solidified together, waiting for the moment when the stones and the sky were shocked.

"The clouds come and go, and the wind stops, and the real person is outstanding."

The real man of Divine Soldier bowed his head and said to himself. He was envious and somewhat sad. He waved his hand casually, and then went up to meet Feng Jiuling and others. Each of them found his old opponents.

"kill!"

The real person in Jiuzhou was full of energy. The overwhelming magic weapon glory instantly submerged the alien races in the northern border that were surrounded.

Without the Yellow Dragon on Earth, the Eight-Armed Demon God was taken away. The good ones were stopped by the Divine Soldiers and the Real People, and the other alien races in the northern border suddenly became fish.

At this time, Zhang Fan, who was admired by the Divine Soldier, was running away for the last minute and even lacked the effort to take a breath.

The furious eight-armed demon god is indeed worthy of the word "demon god". The demonic energy swept across the world, and its power was overwhelming. It was tightly hung on the golden rainbow that spanned the sky, and it was decorated several times, and it was bursting out continuously."

Zhang Fan flashed, and the golden rainbow bent out into a beautiful arc, almost passing by a black light.

Then, with a "boom", the black light threw away. It swept across the earth and fell back into the hands of the eight-armed demon god. However, it was the "pick" of one of his eight magic weapons.

"Chakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakka

The earth cracked, and with a strike of the locked magic weapon, huge cracks spread on the earth, twisting like dragons and snakes.

"It's almost done!"

During this period, the eight-armed demon god danced randomly and the magic weapons were flying. Zhang Fan was secretly frightened countless times. Now, after scanning the surrounding environment, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Bao Niu, come out."

After a dive, Zhang Fan shouted loudly.

"Bang!" A muffled sound came up, and a large area of ​​gravel collapsed, and the majestic body of the barbarian bull shone brightly.

He was arranged by Zhang Fan to hide here and restrain his voice. It was almost like pretending to die. Now he finally heard the master's call, and Manniu was about to roar to strengthen his voice. Suddenly, he suddenly

"Well!"

Manniu's eyes suddenly became straight and he stuttered: "Eight-Eight-Armed Demon God"

"Oh my God!"

Just in his bull's eyes, this scene was reflected; Zhang Fan ran in front, and the eight-armed demon god roared and chased him. Both of them became bigger and bigger in his eyes, gradually occupying the entire field of vision.

“What are you still doing there?

Zhang Fan shouted angrily, and at the same time he flashed and fell on his back.

Hearing the master's roar, Manniu suddenly shuddered and threw all fear behind his head. Subconsciously clamped his tail, turned around and ran away.

In the blink of an eye, Manniu felt very grateful for his subconscious action.

Just as his tail was sandwiched between his legs, the sharp blade was almost pressed against his butt and was about to slowly cut it off. Budding Qi said goodbye to his tail.

The heart was very cold, and the manniu even used his strength to feed himself. His four hooves trampled on the earth, and in an instant, the clear springs gushed into rivers and streams, rolling forward.

The northern plains were missing. The Manniu stepped on the waves with four feet and almost wiped out the underground water source within a radius of dozens of miles. At this moment, the eight-armed demon god seemed to have noticed something was wrong. The demonic energy around him burned. With a "boom", the eight arms suddenly surged several times in length, eight magic weapons, swords, guns, swords, and shields. They all rushed towards him.

This attack was extremely sudden and fast, and it was almost impossible to avoid it. If it hits one attack, Zhang Fan and Man Niu will all be minced meat.

At that moment, Zhang Fan's left sleeve trembled for a moment, and he held back again. Facing the strong wind coming to his face, his right hand suddenly pushed out."

The Donghuang bell rang, shaking the clouds in the nine heavens.

The Donghuang Bell suddenly emerged from Zhang Fan's palm and blocked him and the eight-armed demon god. Eight magic weapons hit the bell, and the chaotic and shattered sound waves turned from virtual to real, as if they were about to tear apart the space.

"Zhang, fight me!"

The eight-armed demon god leaned back for a moment, his unstoppable power stumbled, and the roaring sound from his mouth became increasingly furious.

"Hahaha"

Zhang Fan sat with his back, facing the eight-armed demon god, smiling at the sky, no matter his face was pale. He was bleeding from the corners of his mouth. He took the rebounding Donghuang Zhong and pointed at the other party and said, "Eight hands, have you ever remembered? How did you die in the hands of my throne back then? Do you want to do it again, huh?"

"you

Breathing was like the roar of the wind, and the eight-armed demon was extremely arrogant and could not speak for a moment.

How did he lose to Zhang Fan last time?

It was three days and three nights in a row, just like walking a dog, and was scattered to death.

A great shame and humiliation!

Although the six strands of consciousness of the eight-armed demon god came, I still felt the same way. The demon god who has survived to this day and the bloodline of the Holy Emperor. If you don’t kill Zhang Fan, how can you relieve the hatred in your heart?”

The demonic energy soared into the sky, and the heaven and earth felt his anger, shaking, as if he was about to collapse.

"Go straight to the south!"

Feeling the fury of the eight-armed demon god, Zhang Fan smiled slightly and whispered to Manniu.

"Okay!"

Manniu responded excitedly, took out his strength to run happily.

Although the shock of the attack just now made him a little weak, he still saw that his master did not take the eight-armed demon god seriously. He was still honored as a mount.

Just as he was about to work harder to run faster, Zhang Fan said something in his ear, but he was stunned for a moment and asked in disbelief: "Master, what did you just say?"

"I seem to hear it wrong."

Zhang Fan snorted impatiently: "You can hear this wrongly?!"

"I'm asking you, use your best. How many months can you run at most?"

The foot of Manniu became soft and almost became soft. Although the speed did not slow down, the skewed and bumpy were still indispensable, which made Zhang Fan hum dissatisfied.

"How many months can I run?"

Manniu's mind was full of chaos, and he felt that the world was about to collapse.

Not to mention running for a few months, if it is the current speed, even if it is running for half a month, it will cost him a life. How many months can he be sent directly to the cemetery.

The master was urging him, and the eight-armed demon god bit his tail. Although Manniu was full of doubts, he did not dare to delay the situation and ran away wildly with his life.

After approaching several times, pulling apart several times, more than an hour passed in the blink of an eye, the furious eight-armed demon god really couldn't catch up.

The aura of Manniu became much thicker, like a broken windmill, and finally couldn't help asking, "Master. It's almost the same. Let's sneak the guy behind him back?"

"Go back? Why do you have to go back?"

Zhang Fan looked back calmly and continued, "Stop running and keep heading south."

Manniu asked timidly: "How long will it take to run?"

"Just a month!"

Zhang Fan responded casually, too lazy to answer again. He turned around and sat back, ready to deal with the eight-armed demon god who was roaring again and approaching him at any time.

"A few months?" Manniu was trembling all over, "Wouldn't he run back to Qinzhou? What does the master want to do?"

Manniu thought for a long time and had no idea. He only knew that things were far from what he had originally guessed, so Zhang Fan was not just trying to lead the eight-armed demon god away and help the battlefield in the northern Xinjiang.

This is true. What Manniu didn’t know was that at this time, Zhang Fan’s mind had already pulled out of the danger in front of him, and his magnificent battlefield in the northern border, and his eyes became distant.

"Where are you now?"

“When will it appear?”

"I'm waiting for you!"

Unconsciously, Zhang Fan held the innate Bagua money in his hand, revealing a little from his fingers, reflecting a brilliant light.
Chapter completed!