"Chirp." The little beast's angry cry came out. Its little claws, which were protecting Fang Yan, waved repeatedly, and countless red lightning flashed in the space, bombarding the old man frantically.
"Haora righteousness, the Taoist law is boundless! Kill!" At this time, Master Zhou also took action in time. Scattered sacred lights overflowed from him, and extremely awe-inspiring energy appeared from the rags of the gods and quickly swallowed the old man.
go.
The old man looked at the sacred energy and blood-red thunder that were attacking him, as if he had not seen it, his feet didn't move even a single step. But when the two energy was about to hit him, he raised his palm slightly.
As soon as he got up, terrifying Taoist patterns appeared, the red lightning and the sacred energy of Master Zhou were instantly destroyed and disappeared without a trace.
At this time, the "walking corpses" behind the old man also followed, but they were very afraid of the old man and did not dare to walk in front of him and slowly followed him.
The little beast and Zhou Dashen attacked repeatedly, but everything was futile. The old man raised his hand and raised his feet to resolve it. The old man seemed to be tired of their unyielding attacks, and his dry palms waved twice.
Two powerful energy instantly blasted towards the little beast and the Great Master Zhou.
"Puchi" Without surprise, Master Zhou and the little beast were blown away without any resistance. They were all spurted in blood, like a kite that had broken the string and flew several feet away before they fell heavily.
On the ground, Master Zhou struggled on the ground for a few times. He couldn't help but stand up. He seemed to be seriously injured. The little beast rolled on the ground with his body that was not weaker than Fang Yan.
He stood up staggeringly.
The two blood-red eyes on the angry little face were almost spitting out of fire, and they flew towards Fang Yan like lightning without hesitation. At the same time, countless blood-red thunder and lightning condensed from all directions and bombarded at the old man frantically.
The old man frowned slightly, looking extremely impatient. He glanced at the little beast in the distance with a cold eye. With a fierce wave of his palm, a powerful energy smashed all the lightning and lightning, and then directly bombarded the little beast that rushed towards him.
go.
"Boom." The little beast was too late to dodge, and was bombarded. A few painful whines came from its mouth. Then, the small body fell to the distance faster, even though it
He struggled constantly, but he could no longer get up---"Qiuqiu." Fang Yan's face changed drastically, full of worries, and used all his strength to shout anxiously, but the little beast's small body gradually disappeared.
After moving, he lay there without moving.
Fang Yan turned his head and looked at the old man who had already walked in front of him. The anger on his face could not be suppressed, his eyes were full of anger. The little beast and Zhou Dashen were unclear about their life and death. He wished he could eat the old man raw, but he was so powerless.
In front of this old man, even when he was strong, he was like an ant, let alone in his current weak state.
Even though he knew he would die, Fang Yan would never sit and wait for death. He lifted the dagger and stabbed it hard at the old man. The dagger was shining black. Although there was no Fang Yan's energy output, the dead energy on the dagger was still stronger than those "walking corpses".
After too much, the "Walking Dead" behind the old man was so scared that he took a step back slightly.
The old man was still as motionless as a mountain, his brow raised slightly, and suddenly a terrifying Taoist pattern flashed on his body. The dagger was blocked and he could not enter any more. The old man stretched out his finger, as if he was a little curious about the dagger, and wanted to catch the dagger, but
Just when he was about to touch the dagger, the dagger instantly burst out with a more dazzling light, blocking the old man's arms. No matter how hard he exerted, he could not break the energy barrier of the dagger, which was impossible.
At such a critical moment of life and death, Fang Yan was strangely no longer afraid. He could only be angry. He kept increasing the strength of his right arm holding the dagger. Although he was still blocked by the old man's Taoist pattern, he still did not give up. This is also his current situation.
The only thing that can be done--the old man seemed to be working hard with the dagger, and his dry palm kept exerting force on the dagger, but the dagger's faint light was jumping continuously, just not allowing him to enter the slightest.
This is a strange phenomenon. Fang Yan wanted to stab the old man, but he was blocked tightly. The old man wanted to catch the dagger and was blocked outside. Both of them were doing what they wanted to do. For a moment, the old man didn't think about it either.
They were about to kill Fang Yan, and the "walking corpses" behind the old man seemed to be "very eager to try", but they wanted to tear Fang Yan apart quickly, but they didn't dare to get close to the old man too much, let alone come forward.
Fang Yan and the old man were both in a stalemate, doing the same move.
At this moment, countless violent energy suddenly appeared around the old man and Fang Yan. Then, countless blood-red lightnings like small snakes appeared out of thin air, as if they had eyes, bypassing Fang Yan, and were crazy
Kill the old man.
This sudden change made the old man frown, raised his other free palm and pointed it a few times, and all the blood-red lightning were dissolved.
"Jiuchi." Behind Fang Yan, a scream of sharpness that was almost about to break through the Lantern Festival came. His face was immediately delighted, and he immediately turned his head to look at it. He saw that the little beast had stood in the void at some point, with two claws connected.
Wave, the lightning just now was obviously used by it.
Seeing that the little beast was fine, Fang Yan felt relieved. This little guy was so smart. He just now pretended to be dead, just now, just now, just to find an opportunity to attack the old man, but the old man's strength was too strong. No matter how weird its lightning was, the old man
It can be resolved easily.
With the little beast's long roar, Fang Yan suddenly felt a powerful energy that was extremely violent and violent appeared above his head. He looked up in horror and saw a blood-red lightning as thick as an arm, as powerful as a ray of blood-red lightning falling from the sky, striking the old man directly.
top of the head.
The old man felt it first, lifted his lifeless head, and quietly raised his palm to blast towards the lightning.
"Boom!" With a loud bang, the space was trembling, but the old man was as majestic as a mountain. Just when Fang Yan thought the lightning was about to be easily broken, the lightning suddenly turned into thousands of small tiny roads.
The lightning and lightning were crazily drilling towards the old man's body, but the Taoist patterns around the old man were not decorations. When the tiny lightning touched the terrifying Taoist patterns, they automatically turned into ashes.
Despite this, there are too many tiny lightnings, so many that they cannot be counted at all, and they cannot be eliminated in an instant.
How could Fang Yan miss this opportunity? He opened his bloody mouth and shouted. The blood crystal in his body miraculously started to run quickly. He used all his strength to condense on his arm holding the dagger, and fiercely
The black dagger also felt the murderous intent in Fang Yan's heart. He shook happily a few times. The faint light on its surface jumped violently, and the aura became even more terrifying in an instant.
The old man felt his palm loose, and he was shocked by the dagger. Fang Yan grabbed the dagger and moved forward an inch, trapping in the old man's Taoist pattern. Fang Yan looked very happy, and even more desperate to extract all the energy.
He stabbed the old man's body with a dagger.
A hint of surprise and panic flashed across the old man's face. After all, the black dagger was really terrifying. If it was stabbed, it would be enough for the old man to drink a pot. The old man raised his palm and no longer hesitated, so he turned to Fang Yan.
He slapped his forehead, as if he was conscious, knowing that as long as he killed Fang Yan, the threat of the dagger would naturally be lifted.
Fang Yan looked at the dry palm that he had patted, but he couldn't hide it. He showed a bitter smile of despair on his face. It seemed that he could not escape this disaster.
Just when the old man's palm was about to slap Fang Yan's head, because he was distracted just now, a flaw appeared on the Taoist pattern on his body, and was tiny of tiny pieces.
The lightning caught the gap, and several tiny lightnings jumped in and directly penetrated into the old man's body.
The old man's body was as sharp as if he was electrocuted, and his dry palms were barely stopped less than a few inches next to Fang Yan's head. Fang Yan could feel his hair swaying by the powerful force.
.
Fang Yan looked at the old man who suddenly stopped. At that moment, Fang Yan seemed to see a struggling look flashing in the old man's gray eyes. Fang Yan thought it was his own hallucination, a dead person
, How could such a look appear? But immediately, he was completely sure that what he saw just now was not an illusion, because the struggle in the old man's eyes became increasingly strong and more obvious.
"Quick, kill, I." Several tough characters came out of the old man's mouth. Then, before Fang Yan was surprised, he felt that the dagger that had been stabbing the old man was relaxed, and the resistance disappeared instantly.
Yan's arm suddenly stretched forward, and the dagger penetrated into the old man's chest without any obstacles. The old man automatically retracted the Dao pattern to block it--the tiny lightning around the old man also penetrated into the old man's body, the old man's
His body was slammed a few times, and a black eyeball appeared in his eyes. Although he was stabbed by a dagger and entered his body by lightning, there was no sign of death. After all, he was a strong saint, so how could he be so fragile?
The old man suddenly gave up killing Fang Yan, turned around quickly, and rushed towards the dozens of "walking corpses" behind him like a ghost. The violent Taoist patterns and unparalleled energy kept stirring out of him.
Like cutting melons and vegetables, it was like entering a no-man's land, flashing quickly between the "Walking Deads", and screams rang one after another. In less than a few breaths, more than a dozen "Walking Deads" had no room for resistance.
All the old men torn to pieces, and no one was left behind.
Fang Yan looked at the shocking change in shock, with a confused look on his face. Why did this old man do such a move?
The old man didn't stop at all, quickly turned around and rushed to Fang Yan's approach again. The black in his eyes was flickering and dark, as if it could dissipate at any time. Several stiff characters spit out from his mouth again: "Little, son."
, kill me quickly, my heart may completely disappear at any time. At that time, I will become a real walking corpse, and you will be killed by me."