Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 959

Facing the three mid-stage monks who were distracted, Fang Yan didn't think of arguing or even fighting, but the situation in front of him was unbearable. The other party had already launched a killing method, and a sharp breath came towards him.

Aware that although the opponent's power is strong, it is not outrageous. Obviously, if it is not his lack of strength, then there is a thought of contempt in his heart. At this moment, this Qiu Lanzi did not use any extreme means. Thinking about being almost tortured to death by him The monk surnamed Feng, and thinking about the place he is now, in an instant, Dialect can predict that the other party is in the latter situation.

The other party had such thoughts, and Fang Yan was secretly happy in his heart, but his expression didn't change at all. He passed a piece of divine consciousness towards Taoist Hu, and didn't immediately activate the Star Burial Robe. Among the several spirit thunders, he blasted towards the opponent, but the power that enveloped him before happened to be the target of the five elements spirit thunder.

In the past, when facing many monks who were not as good as oneself, the dialect had the habit of fighting a lion against a rabbit, especially when facing a middle-stage distracted monk whose cultivation level surpassed his own. One thought, a quick decision, it takes a lot of luck to kill the opponent, but even if you try your best to lose some, you have to make this monk feel heartache damage in a very short time, otherwise you will fall into a stalemate, isn't it? What a good thing, not to mention that there are two same mid-stage distraction monks over there, even if the three coerced early-stage distraction monks may not want to, it is hard to say that they will not attack themselves because of the oath of the demon.

In the blink of an eye, Qiu Lanzi, a monk in the middle stage of distraction, moved his expression slightly, as if he didn't expect that the little junior in the early stage of distraction, who was shrouded in his power, would burst out with such a powerful bombardment method, and unexpectedly killed himself in one fell swoop. The enveloping power blasted a gap, a little bit of embarrassment and anger, his hands moved a little faster, and instantly closed the gap again, and shouted at the same time: "Want to escape? It's not that easy, but there are a few Divide the strength, just to play with me."

The coldness in the words was obvious, and the dialect even saw the strange expression on the corner of Qiu Lanzi's mouth, as if he was joking with a plaything.

With just one face-to-face meeting, Dialect also found out that this distracted mid-term repairman was a little bit stronger than the one he killed himself before, and the one he repelled later, and he felt a little nervous, just listening Seeing the escape mentioned in the other party's words, Fang Yan shook his head slightly in his heart. If he wanted to leave, he would have escaped in an instant. How could the other party close that power again? Fang Yan wanted more than this.

Without a moment's pause, the dialect shouted, and then urged Dou Huang to kill him again.

This time, he didn't condense the spirit thunder any more. In the eyes of that distracted mid-stage cultivator Qiu Lanzi, he stopped breaking his power envelope as if he had accepted his fate in dialect. At this moment, he was just a trapped beast that was still fighting, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly again. Yang, a trace of coldness flashed again.

Because attacking magic weapons such as flying swords are suppressed by unknown forces around them, neither dialect nor Qiu Lanzi activated the attacking magic weapons. , there were no less than hundreds of bombardments rumbled out.

The fierce fighting here is in full swing, but the other two mid-stage monks who were distracted over there showed a bit of impatience, and the monk who spoke earlier said again: "Qiu Lanzi, put it away and take a set, hurry up and put it away!" He’s done cooking, don’t procrastinate, we’ll talk after we leave here if we want to play.”

Before his voice fell, he heard a scream, but it was not the scream of the early-stage monk who was distracted, as he said in his heart, but the scream of their companion, Qiu Lanzi, a monk who was in the middle stage of distraction. Huh, huh?Not only the two mid-stage monks who were distracted, but also the three early-stage monks who were coerced by them could not help but turn their spiritual consciousness to the two who were still fighting fiercely over there.

I only saw that Qiu Lanzi's breath was disordered, and then he showed a more cruel expression. The two distracted middle-stage monks here are very familiar with Qiu Lanzi. Just by looking at this expression, you can know that Qiu Lanzi is not No longer is it a playful heart, but really angry, a mere early stage monk of distraction actually made Qiu Lanzi really angry?The two looked at each other, but they didn't know what the early-stage monk who was distracted had done, but they all knew what would happen if Qiu Lanzi got really angry. Many years ago, a seventh-level monster injured him. When Qiu Lanzi was a little careless, he had this expression. In the end, he spent a hundred days in a daze to seal the monster beast and cultivate it. The helpless monster wailed in front of his eyes for a hundred days.

For Qiu Lanzi's hobby, the two of them were very puzzled at the beginning. This is not a monk's method, but after they found out that Qiu Lanzi was a dungeon executioner before stepping into the realm of cultivation, they then You know, this is basically the habit left behind at the beginning, and it has even penetrated into the bone marrow and soul, even when it is above the distraction, it is even more serious because of the means.

Shaking their heads, the two of them no longer care about Qiu Lanzi over there. They just want to persuade him, and they have to wait for him to vent his anger, otherwise the heavenly king and I will fail. The two distracted mid-stage monks looked back. When the three monks at the early stage of distraction were still watching, they immediately shouted: "You three don't stop, continue to mobilize your mana, break through as soon as possible, and you can get your own reward as soon as possible."

"Yes." The three of them were shocked when they heard the words, and immediately bowed their heads in response, and then one after another mana flashed again, and walked slowly towards the platform. Seeing the coldness on Dialect's face.

"Boy, congratulations, you have aroused my anger, but just a Taoist method is not enough after all." Stretching out his hand to touch his shoulder, there was a wound on it that was healing. Lanzi spoke slowly in the dialect, seemingly calmer, but like a volcano about to erupt, the majestic anger may burst out at any time, destroying everything around him. The body was startled by this momentum, and even forgot to call for help in the dialect, but trembled all over, extremely panicked.

During the several bombardment of the dialect just now, the dialect who found an opportunity urged out the killing blade that contained his own will. The power of Taoism and sneak attack really achieved the desired effect. In the middle stage of distraction, the cultivator wounded with one move, but the killing power was still weaker. If it was the Dawu Sword Formation, Fang Yan was confident that he could seriously injure the opponent with one blow. The bombing and killing aroused Qiu Lanzi's ferocity.

Qiu Lanzi became fierce, but he didn't know Fang Yan's previous experience. He had fought against the blood emperor in Xuanlan's domain, and even escaped all the way. How many contacts have been made, and there are more than one or two fights. Not long ago, he personally beheaded a middle-stage monk who was distracted. How could he be able to intimidate a dialect that is still safe and even has a higher and higher cultivation level?

Sure enough, after hearing Qiu Lanzi's ruthless words, Fang Yan just smiled coldly, and then said, "Could it be that your skills are all on your lips?" This was the first sentence dialect said to this Qiu Lanzi, But it was not polite at all, let alone begging for mercy. During the speech, Dou Huang Zhan appeared again, and cut towards Qiu Lanzi.

"Okay, okay, haha, the younger generation is arrogant, I don't know the heights of the heavens and the earth, if I don't get your skin cramped today, it will be difficult to dispel my anger." After Qiu Lanzi let out a wild cry, her hand flickered again and again, and a phantom of a huge sword flashed out , Facing the dialect Dou Huang slashed straight over.

In an instant, Fang Yan sensed the power of this phantom giant sword, not inferior to his own Dawu sword formation, not relying on magic weapons, just exercises, it has such power, Fang Yan immediately looked up to this distracted mid-stage cultivator At a glance, if only this is the case, it seems that it is difficult to get the dialect if it is able to blow away the Douhuang of the dialect.

(End of this chapter)