After Zhang Yan rushed out of the range covered by the clouds, he collected the "Zaiheqichun Cover" on his head, then attached the seeds of the mysterious light into the sword ball, and the escape light flashed out and came to the sky again.

He stopped, swung his sleeves, and smashed the monk holding the Guanyun Bowl on his head.

The monk didn't expect that Zhang Yan was still in a heavy siege, but in the blink of an eye, he actually came to him. He saw a hammer emitting red light flying towards him. He immediately knew it was a magic weapon. At this time, he didn't have time to dodge, so he quickly blocked Guan Yunbo in front. [bsp;   With a "double", a huge force came. Guan Yunbo in his hand could not hold it and flew away.

A light flashed in Zhang Yan's eyes, and he pointed forward a little, and Xingchen Sword Pill followed him and came to him.

Seeing this, the monk shouted in shock: "Senior Brother..."

Before he finished speaking, a blue light flashed across his neck, and his body and head suddenly separated and fell from the air.

Zhang Yan flew past the man's body, waved his sleeves, shook the Yuanling, then reached out to pick up the Guanyun bowl that he had dropped, threw it into Qiankun Cultivation Bag, and said lightly: "Your senior brother cannot protect himself, how can you come to save you?"

After saying that, he slowly looked up.

Although his eyes were calm, Han Quande, who was located above, felt chill in his heart, and even his hands holding Zi Xinghe Yueluo trembled slightly.

He had not even had a moment of fighting with Zhang Yan until now, and he had already broken two of them. He knew something was wrong, and he suddenly felt like he was retreating in his heart. Luo Biao waved and sprinkled a bright cloud as a cover. He turned around and ran away.

Zhang Yan looked at his back, and a hint of joking appeared at the corner of his mouth. He reached out and took the wind and thunder fork that landed on the ground was taken into his hand out of thin air. He also threw it into his sleeve bag, then he set up the light of escape and chased after him.

He escaped very quickly, and after only a few breaths, he rushed up.

Han Quande secretly complained that fighting with monks who use sword pills is the most troublesome. If such monks have a good sword pill to help them, they will escape quickly and come at any time and leave at any time. On the contrary, if they are not careful, they will lose their lives.

Knowing that he was powerful, how could he dare to turn his back to Zhang Yan? He stopped quickly and shook the ribbon desperately, causing him to produce colorful clouds and protect his body. At this time, he no longer wanted to make achievements but to make no mistakes, just to save his life.

When Zhang Yan approached, the sword light stopped and showed his body. Seeing the situation in front of him, he smiled coldly, pinched the magic trick, and the Xingchen Sword Pill jumped into the air and fell from above. The Ruyi Divine Shuttle took a circle under his command and ran behind Han Quande.

After facing the enemy for a while, he had already cooperated with these two things in his hands and was able to attack and kill from all angles.

For a moment, two rays of light, one green and one blue, surrounded Han Quande and flew up and down, forcing him to do his best to urge Zixinghe Yueluo to resist.

However, although he looked extremely embarrassed, whether it was the Ruyi Divine Shuttle or the Xingchen Sword Pill, he could not cut it off when facing the brilliant cloud belt as bright as smoke. Once he was stuck on it, it was either bounced away softly or delayed during rotation.

Han Quande shouted in the glow of light: "Zhang Yan, you and I have no grudges, why should we fight each other so hard? If you let me go, I will naturally remember your benefits. There will be repaid in the future, otherwise I will stay with you today and see what you can do to me!"

Zhang Yan laughed and said, "Do you think I can't take you?"

He reached out and summoned Ruyi Shen Shuo back, and then put the "Caihe Qi Melt Cover" on the top of the Sacred Head. In an instant, a ray of light drooped down, covering his body, then started and stepped forward, and collided towards the heavy clouds.

With a "boom", the clouds scattered everywhere, and the eyes were suddenly empty, revealing Han Quande's expression of horror. Before he could react, a blue light flashed, and with a "swish", his head flew high and died on the spot.

Zhang Yan waved his hand, and the Xingchen Sword Pill followed him up and shattered Han Quande's Yuan Ling and his body together.

He pinched the magic tricks and recalled the sword pills. He saw the purple starry river Yueluo in the sky slowly falling. He went up a few steps and copied it in his hand. He took it closer and looked at it, and said intimately: "This thing is suitable for female cultivators. I have many magic weapons now, so why not take it back and give it to fellow Daoist Luo."

At this moment, he looked into the distance as if he was aware, and there seemed to be a flash of light, and it was obvious that a monk was driving a flying boat and other magical weapons coming here.

His expression moved slightly and he thought to himself, "Why not see who is going to make a decision."

He pressed the cloud head, looked around, and saw a pile of rocks not far ahead. His eyes lit up. He walked a few steps forward and then hid.

Not long after, a flying boat came over here, with two disciples of the Blood Soul Sect wearing black robes standing on it.

One of them said "Huh" and said, "Just just saw the treasure light soaring into the sky, and there was a faint sound of killing. Why did it disappear when it was close to you?"

Another person observed the surroundings, smelled it again, and said in a deep voice: "There is a disorderly and there is still a lot of blood. Someone must have fought here, maybe he hasn't gone far."

Just as the two of them were talking, a muffled sound suddenly appeared in the sky. They couldn't help but turn their heads to look at it. A scarlet blood cloud rose into the sky in the distance, like the setting sun, even half of the sky was reflected red together, extremely eye-catching.

The man before said shockingly: "It's my Blood Soul Sect's Yanxun! I'm afraid that some senior brother has stopped the disciples of Mingcang Sect and called me to help me."

Another person said excitedly: "I actually used Xunyun. It seems that I have caught many big fish, okay! If I can catch all the disciples of Mingcang Sect here, I will not be able to search around harder."

"Extremely said, go!"

The two of them turned their heads and rushed to the place where the red light appeared, and disappeared in a moment.

Seeing the two left, Zhang Yan came out of the hiding place. He looked up at the thick blood color in the distance, his face felt thoughtful. After a moment, a sharp light shot out from his eyes, he raised his hand to sacrifice the sword balls, and a flash of escape light, flying towards it.

He was extremely fast. About half an hour later, he saw figures flashing in the sky ahead and blood lights flying.

He came to the nearest place carefully. He found a place with a higher terrain and looked into the field. He realized that eight disciples of the Blood Soul Sect were surrounding Fang Zhen and a group of five people, and the two sides were vaguely confronting each other.

Although the number of disciples of the Blood Soul Sect was the dominant number, they all released their blood Soul and wandered around them without stopping, but they were not in a hurry to do anything. However, in a short while, a few more people came out around them, and the number quickly exceeded ten.

As soon as the news cloud came out, their fellow disciples scattered everywhere were coming here.

Feng Ming looked at the more and more disciples of the Blood Soul Sect around him, and said anxiously, "Senior Brother Fang, can you do it now?"

Fang Zhen's expression was relaxed and said, "Why are you anxious? Wait a little longer, wait until a few more disciples of the Blood Soul Sect come and kill them together."

Feng Ming said worriedly: "I'm afraid Senior Brother Xie and the others can't hold on."

Fang Zhen glanced at him and said unhappily: "Xie Zongyuan is a disciple of the Xie family, so he naturally has the means to save his life. Why do you need to worry? Besides, our plan is to lead the Xuanguang monk away and we will kill all the remaining blood soul sect children. If there are too few people, wouldn't our original plan be lost? Keep it for me, wait and kill a few more demonic thieves, and when I go back, I can ask you for me to do so."

Feng Ming hesitated for a moment and said again: "Senior Brother Fang, we are all in the demon cave. We are all prospering and both prospering, and both losers. We are all disciples. Even if we don't deal with each other, we can't care about it anymore. If we don't do anything, we may not be able to leave if the Xuanguang cultivator from the Blood Soul Sect left Senior Brother Xie here."

Fang Zhen snorted, but he seemed to have heard what Feng Ming said, and reluctantly took out a three-foot-sized gold circle, smiled coldly, and threw it at a disciple of the Blood Soul Sect holding a long banner.

Seeing this, the disciple of the Blood Soul Sect immediately used the banner in his hand to block it, but heard someone next to him exclaim: "No!"

Before the disciple could react, he saw a fire man flashing with purple flames suddenly popping out of the golden circle. He pounced on him like a spirituality, immediately wrapped him in, then swirled him in, exploded with a loud bang. Before the man could even scream, he was turned into a pool of ashes.

Fang Zhen sneered coldly, raised his hand and summoned the golden circle back.

A disciple of the Blood Soul Sect shouted: "Senior brothers, be careful, this is the Five Fire God Circle, which is a special object that overcomes evil evils. The master's blood Soul was broken into this person's hands the last time."

As soon as this sentence was said, the disciples of the Blood Soul Sect around them took a few steps back and spread outward, obviously quite afraid of this magic weapon.

Fang Zhen's face looked mocking and laughed: "Since I know that the treasure in my hand is powerful, then let's die obediently!"

He picked up the golden circle and threw it away, and threw it at another disciple of the Blood Soul Sect.

At this moment, a red light suddenly flew from a distance, blocking the way of the Five Fire God Circle. With a "clang" sound, the golden circle was actually shocked back.

Fang Zhen couldn't help but be shocked. When he looked up, he saw a monk in blood standing in the field. The man was disheveled and his hair was handsome, but his nose was hooked, his eyes were too dark, but there was no trace of blood on his face.

When the disciples of the Blood Soul Sect saw it, they all fell to the ground and said respectfully: "I have seen Master!"

When Zhang Yan was watching the battle in the distance, he was shocked when he heard this. Could it be that this was the alchemy monk? But after a closer look, he found that although this person's face was the same as that of an ordinary person, his body was erratic, like a soul, and he immediately felt relieved.

Fang Zhen's face changed drastically at the beginning. Then he looked at it a few times, but he laughed wildly and said, "I said who it is? It turns out that it is still a shadow-turning blood spirit. If your true body reaches this point, I will definitely die, but now you can't scare me. Why? Could it be that you forgot that you suffered last time?"

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Chapter completed!