Chapter 141 Who is killing

Fan Yong took off with his sword and looked at the distance in surprise.

Zhuo Tian doesn't know what happened. Will there be monsters in this desolate place? Or what kind of monster? Although the disciple surnamed Fang is not a monk, he is also a senior practitioner. Hearing the sound, he seems to have been erased somehow?!

Now Fan Yong's attention was attracted by the other side. He took the opportunity to say to Yichun, "Yiyi, I'm Zhuo Tian. You quietly come to the big stone behind, and I'm behind..."

In pure fear, his body was trembling and his teeth were clenched. Suddenly, Zhuo Tian's voice came to his ear. Suddenly, he was overjoyed and relaxed his body and mind... This man unconsciously became her support.

"Brother Fang?!" Fan Yong shouted loudly.

But there was still a dark silence in the distance, and even the occasional call of birds stopped, as if they had found something strange.

This atmosphere also made Zhuo Tian feel uneasy. He summoned the black wind and transformed into the form of a little crow. He was ready to take action at any time or slip away with Yichun. A senior air practitioner was easily extinguished, and he did not show his deeds, which was indeed a little terrible.

Seeing Yichun approaching his side little by little, Zhuo Tian considered whether he should give Fan Yong a blow... With the other party's cultivation, it was difficult to stop the big crow black wind.

But there seems to be some unknown danger in the distance. It's good to use this unlucky man as a shield first. No matter what, you have to attack him first, right? I also have time to fly away with Yichun.

"Hmm! Do you still want to take the opportunity to slip away?! Be good and stay first!"

Fan Yong found that Yi Chun was moving slowly. He turned his head and sneered. The top-grade flying sword floating in the air immediately became huge, quietly like Yi Chun's attack. He thought he had some scruples and didn't want to make too much noise and glory at Black Bird Peak.

With me, you also want to hurt my woman?! Zhuo Tian's mind turned, and the big black pot had moved to Yichun's head in an instant. In the dark night, he could still see the black fog, and he wanted to wrap the top magic weapon flying sword ball... Fuck, really so! The last time I was besieged by the three elders of the Royal Lingzong and Tang Hao, the big black bell escaped, and Zhuo Tian thought that this man might have been upgraded... Sure enough, now this clock has a more and more tendency to flat, which is no different from the black pot, but it actually shows the flexibility of the best magic weapon!

It turned out that it was still very difficult to subdue the practitioner's top-quality magic weapon. This time, it was easy to wrap the flying sword around, like wisps of black smoke constantly rising, and there was no more glory of the flying sword outside.

Fan Yong urged his flying sword several times, but he did not obey his command. He actually lost control of his magic weapon and couldn't help but be shocked.

Yichun had taken the opportunity to fly to Zhuo Tian's side behind the stone. He remembered that he had just been frightened and burst his heart. He couldn't help bursting into tears, hugged Zhuo Tian's waist and put his head in his arms.

Zhuo Tian was very anxious. Although he wanted to make out with his woman, it was not the right time... But he felt that her soft body was still trembling. Knowing that Yichun had just been scared, he stroked her hair and whispered, "It's okay. No one can think about me. Hurt you!"

Fan Yong found that Yichun turned behind a big stone, and the black bell was still hanging in the air. Suddenly, he shouted and pinched a magic formula. Unexpectedly, he wanted to grab it by the sticky flying sword, but at this time! Suddenly, four black flying knives quietly flew in the direction where the disciple surnamed Fang disappeared, and they all cut into his neck!

Fan Yong was shocked, and he was focusing all his attention on Yichun's side... This is exposing his lack of actual combat experience. Obviously, he knew that his brother's screaming direction was extremely dangerous, but he still focused on a woman?

People who are desperate for just one word often have a miserable ending.

So, he died.

Four black flying knives, with the powerful breath of the practitioner, destroyed his protective spiritual mask like cutting a piece of paper and took away his head...

In the dark night, the blood splash could not be seen clearly. The headless body fell from the air and fell into the rocks like a broken cloth bag. The flying sword that lost its owner also fell to the ground with a bang and lost its glory in an instant.

Zhuo Tian was shocked. He clearly felt the fluctuation of the magic weapons of the four practitioners... Unexpectedly, there were four? Such a profound cultivation came to kill Fan Yong... or... who?!

"Go!"

The big crow turned ten feet in size, emitting the violent breath of the twelve-order monster. Zhuo Tian pulled Yichun and jumped on its back, patted his wings, and his huge body soared into the air!

The four flying knives sank into the darkness again. Zhuo Tian was on guard, but there was silent. The big crow took the opportunity to flap his wings and left here with a swish.

The two looked behind, and there was no one or anything chasing him, and Zhuo Tian relaxed.

Who the hell are those?! How dare he kill the son of the elder of the Five Immortals in the Blackbird Peak in the Royal Spirit Sect! But why didn't they continue to kill Zhuo Tian and Yichun? Is it because he saw the power of the 12th-order monster deliberately released by Zhuo Tian and was afraid that the fierce fight would attract the attention of others?! ... Zhuo Tian thought that his head hurt, and he could only vaguely guess the reason why the four practitioners did not attack him.

Yichun was still holding his waist tightly, as if he would not relax like this in his life.

Zhuo Tian hugged her soft body with one hand and still didn't dare to be careless. He let the big crow collect the magic power fluctuations and small body, so as not to alarm the others in Blackbird Peak, especially the unfathomable cultivation of the great elder Dongfang Qin. At this moment, he did not know whether he was in the cave in his peak.

"I will never go back..." Yichun snuggled up to Zhuo Tiandao.

"I won't let you leave me again!" Zhuo Tian was still concentrating on searching the dark night sky around him with spiritual knowledge and whispered, "Yiyi, we are not out of danger yet. Let's go back to my cave..."

The big crow is extremely fast, and in a moment, it has come to the edge of Yaowangfeng.

"Yiyi, don't resist. I'll put you in my invisible ring first, so as not to be seen by other disciples." Zhuo Tiandao.

"Well, okay." It is as pure and soft as a kitten.

Zhuo Tian controlled the big crow alone and his heart was relieved. No matter who wanted to kill him, it was not easy for him. Even a few earth practitioners could easily escape with the big crow and black wind.

Who is it? What's the intention of breaking into the medicine Wang Feng in the middle of the night?! Suddenly, there was a shout from below.

This time, I have to go back to the bottom of the cave, which is no better than the Black Bird Peak. Although the black wind has become only one foot in size, Zhuo Tian was still found by the disciples on duty below.

A vulture rose in the air, with two people standing on it, blocking Zhuo Tian's way.