While Su Fan was thinking about it, many more black-armored soldiers fell, and the sergeants became even more confused.
Su Fan's heart sank and he shouted loudly: "All armies listen to the order and disperse." As soon as Su Fan shouted, nearly a hundred phantoms suddenly flew out of nowhere from the mountains surrounding Hulu Valley.
Su Fan could not see the identity of the phantom, so he could only give orders for the sergeants to disperse in all directions. No matter whether they were friends or foes, they all needed to disperse at this moment.
Because the contagious poison is so terrifying that even Su Fan can't resist it, and the poison will corrode a black armored army and make it more powerful.
The phantom was getting closer and closer, and Su Fan was extremely agitated. The Black Armored Army was used to fighting enemies together, so it was extremely difficult to separate them at once.
The first phantom swept into the black-armored army. In an instant, there was a blood mist wherever it passed, and armor-clad clothes were left on the ground.
This black-armored army has rich combat experience and has gone through countless actual combat drills. It is also the outstanding black armored army in the family. It killed nearly a hundred people in just the passing of a phantom.
The shadow came so fast that Su Fan was already bleeding like a river before he could react. However, he was unusually calm at the moment. He shouted: "If Sergeant Zhong wants to save his life, get out of Hulu Valley quickly. Where can we find support?"
While talking, Su Fan also tried to fight the phantom, but the phantom moved in and out quickly, without stopping at all, as if they all had a set task. They never delayed, and left immediately after killing, and they were extremely fast. Su Fan
It's hard to catch up.
If Su Fan had used Ziying Taiqingbu, there might not be any problem in pursuit, but if he pursued the remaining 10,000 black-armored troops, they would actually die before they even got out of the attack.
The Black Armored Army's strength lies in its strict military discipline, but it was first disrupted by a sudden mysterious poison, and then attacked by a powerful phantom.
Fortunately, the black-armored army was extremely obedient and very wild. At Su Fan's order, they all quickly flew towards the calabash mouth of Calabash Valley.
The phantom was obviously not prepared for such a move by the black-armored army. Under the collision of the black-armored army, the phantom also showed signs of dissipating.
Xuying was frightened and started killing the black armored army even more crazily, but the killing at this moment was no longer as smooth as before.
Perhaps stimulated by hatred and blood, a few black-armored soldiers fought with all their lives against the phantom that had not yet left in front of them.
Even if one person dies, and then the black armor army comes to replace them and fight desperately, the shadows kill very happily at first, but as more and more black armors pounce on them, the shadows gradually show signs of retreating.
Just this sign is enough. Su Fan wants the enemy to be afraid. When the enemy is afraid, his psychological defense is at its weakest. It is not difficult to take advantage of the situation and defeat the enemy.
So Su Fan had quietly sneaked into the front of the black armored army, closest to the shadow.
Su Fan pinched the sword in his hand, his eyes were cold, and he whispered: "I killed so many, so it's time to pay back."
As soon as he finished speaking, Su Fan turned into a purple shadow and floated towards the virtual shadow. With a flash of purple light, the virtual shadow turned into blood mist and dyed the sky red.
The gathering phantoms suddenly dispersed. The march was most afraid of chaos, and Su Fan had already disrupted it.
Then Su Fan slowly emerged and shouted loudly: "Sergeants, whoever kills my brother will be killed as strong as possible."
The black-armored sergeants were all excited for a moment, and they all shouted: "Kill." The breeze swept through the Hulu Valley with murderous intent, piercing the shadow like a sharp sword.
Nearly a hundred phantoms quickly retreated, and Su Fan sneered and shouted: "Run? Did I let you run?"
As Su Fan waved, the purple mist rolled towards the retreating shadow, and half a finger appeared in the void, pressing towards the shadow.
Immediately, there were screams and dozens of phantom casualties. The black armored army became more and more arrogant and quickly rushed towards the black armored army who was still arrogant at the moment.
The black armor was like a colony of ants, and there was no living thing wherever it passed. All the shadows were killed, and Su Fan directed the sergeant to continue heading towards the gourd mouth.
Two middle-aged men were sitting on a small hill outside Hulukou. One of them was wearing gray clothes and the other was wearing purple clothes.
The man in gray looked extremely angry, and he shouted: "You are such a good disciple. I let him go, but he actually wants to kill me."
The man in purple smiled bitterly and said: "A yellow-haired kid, why do you need to be on the same level as him?"
The man in gray became even more angry and shouted: "Huang-haired boy? Did you know that he killed nearly a hundred of my dead soldiers in Calabash Valley?"
The man in purple was startled, his expression was as usual, but his surprise was not well hidden. Perhaps this incident really shocked him.
It was indeed shocking. He naturally knew the origins of the dead men in gray.
Each of those people are monks who are wanted by various major sects. They wander between life and death all day long, and have developed cunning like a fox and cruelty like a poisonous snake.
He also has the ability to escape, and he is not a low-level monk. The worst is at the late stage of the Golden Core, and the highest can reach the peak of the late Golden Core.
With Su Fan's mid-stage Golden Core cultivation, not to mention killing nearly a hundred people, it would be extremely difficult for Su Fan to deal with just one person.
The man in purple is the old man in purple, Su Fan's master. He thought he knew Su Fan's strength very well, but now it seems he doesn't seem to understand it very well.
The man in gray was Wuming. Although he lamented Su Fan's strength, he still believed that Su Fan could do it, so he had no other guesses.
Wuming suddenly said again: "I will never let him ruin my big thing, and Mr. Du can't allow him to live. You know, Mr. Du is too proud to allow failure, let alone a junior."
The old man in purple frowned slightly and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Du, didn't he go into seclusion?"
Wuming said coldly: "If you Tianyuan Sect hadn't forced him to have no way out, how could he have gone into seclusion?"
The old man in purple said helplessly: "That's all the fault of the old man in red. Why should I blame the entire Tianyuan Sect?"
Wuming snorted coldly: "Many people will settle the old man in red's account."
The old man in purple said: "His cultivation level is very high and he is also very insidious. I am afraid it will be difficult for us to resist him."
Wuming smiled lightly and said: "He is already in trouble and has no time to worry about such small things as me."
The old man in purple clothes said hurriedly: "Destroying four cities is still a small matter? What other things are there?"
Wuming pondered for a moment and said, "I can't reveal this. You should consider how to rescue Su Fan from Mr. Poison."
The old man in purple also smiled and said with a smile: "I'm afraid Mr. Du will really go into seclusion this time. Su Fan will be like a hunter, catching all the wild beasts."
Wuming said: "Are you so confident?"
The old man in purple said: "Don't you believe it?"
Wuming said: "I have some faith."
After a hard fight, the Black Armored Army finally broke out of the Calabash Valley, and the remaining phantom dead soldiers who did not leave were all killed by the Black Armored Army.
As expected, there was help as soon as they came out of the valley. It was a group of black-armored troops that Su Fan and Xiao Lin secretly discussed to move out.
After the rendezvous, the sergeants were counted and the casualties in this battle were heavy, with a loss of 3,000 in the first battle.
At this moment, there are less than 20,000 black-armored troops, and they are all a little depressed. Perhaps they have just gone through a fierce battle and have not yet recovered their physical strength, or they have had their first impact on their glory of being victorious in every battle.
But is this all over? Su Fan looked at the jungle in the distance with a wry smile.