55 like a pig butcher

Wang Fan secretly used his spiritual power to eliminate an enemy with one punch, and then avoided Hong Qian's pursuit sideways and shot sleeve arrows at the other enemy.

Sleeve arrow is a common thing in the secular world. It is generally used for assassination and sneak attacks. It is not liked by righteous people, but its suddenness and penetration do not need to be questioned. Without defense, even ordinary sleeve arrows can shoot the disciple, not to mention Wang Fan, a low-level spiritual weapon.

With two "poof" sounds, two blood holes appeared in the disciple's chest. At this time, he was still shocked. It was not until he felt a sharp pain in his chest that he screamed "ah".

"Blood, blood, it's all blood, help!" He hurriedly covered the blood hole in his chest, but he couldn't stop the blood gushing out, especially where the sleeve arrow on the left was shot. It seemed to hit the lungs, and the blood flowed with hot air. He shouted a few words, and there were bleeding bubbles in his mouth. Finally, he fell to the ground. It was estimated that he would not be able to get up in his life.

It happened too fast. In just a few moments, two people fell down, and one of them fell permanently, and the other was unknown.

Hong Qian's forehead blue veins bulged, trembled all over his body, and even his voice changed: "Wang Fan, you dare to kill people, you dare to kill my inner disciple. I want you to die a thousand times, ten thousand times. There is a way for you to stop fighting with me alone."

Wang Fan's speed did not decrease, and he laughed loudly: "Joke, are you only allowed to kill me together, but I am not allowed to kill back?" Those who humiliate people will always humiliate them, and those who murderers will always kill them. You all deserve to die.

He has never had a good impression on these people, and it involves his own lives, let alone show mercy.

"If you don't kill people today, you will be killed one day. You can only choose the former between the two."

Thinking of this, he made his action more fiercely, and the golden jade crushed stone boxing became more and more smooth, and he beat down two disciples in a row.

At this time, he looked up at Yuan Hong.

As the son of Mr. Yuan, Yuan Hong was not fat. He had also practiced some fists and feet before, and made a good sword. He saw that his sword dance was impenetrable, which was actually supported by the suppression of Baishan and another disciple.

"What a fat Yuan, who smiles every day, even has a way to save his life." Thinking about him, he smiled secretly at Baishan: "Kid, I want to pinch the soft persimmon. This time you are the wrong person."

He analyzed Yuan Hong's time, and Hong Qian finally caught up with him: "Beast, Wang Fan, you beast, you dare to kill, I will kill you today to avenge them."

"If you fight, just fight. I'm afraid you won't!" Looking at the scene, Yuan Hong didn't need his help, and Hong Qian was still standing intact.

As soon as he finished speaking, the golden jade and gravel fist immediately attacked.

At this time, Wang Fan has controlled the whole audience. Naturally, there is no need to hide it. As for Yuan Hong, who is already on the same line as the grasshopper, he will never reveal a trace.

The fist was not close to Hong Qian, but the fist shadow had appeared, and the sound of the wind blew up his messy hair.

"Spiritual power!" As an inner disciple, Hong Qian often sees old disciples competing with each other. He is familiar with spiritual power. When he saw Wang Fan's fist, his heart was shocked and his face turned pale: "It's impossible. You are an abandoned spiritual root with all five elements. It is absolutely impossible to cultivate spiritual power. This is fake, fake!"

He shouted wildly, clenched his fist, and went away against the shadow of the fist.

"I don't measure myself!" Wang Fan snorted coldly.

As soon as the words fell, Hong Qian screamed like killing pigs: "Ah, my hand, my hand!"

How could the body resist the fist shadow composed of spiritual power? His fist turned into a pile of rotten meat, and his bones and meat mixed with blood dripping.

Bai Shan knew that Wang Fan was powerful. At the beginning, he did not intend to fight with him. He wisely chose the "soft persimmon" Yuan Hong, but found that Yuan Hong was not the usual fool, and his combat power was even twice as powerful as himself, which made him unable to accept it and grit his teeth to fight hard.

But he had not lost his mind. As soon as he saw that everyone was broken by Wang Fan, he finally used his spiritual power. He couldn't help but be afraid and screamed. Suddenly, he remembered that there was another person in the woods and shouted, "Feng Gang, call Feng Gang to help."

Feng Gang has had spiritual power for several years. Although he is still practicing three layers of Qi, he is on the verge of breaking through. The outside is so enthusiastic that he can't hear it in the woods, but the bad information in Baishan made a mistake, which made them wait for a day and a night in vain.

The weather was cold, and the wind and snow were mixed. Even the monks did not want to nest in the snow. Feng Gang learned from Baishan that Wang Fan was an abandoned spiritual root with all five elements. He even thought that it was unnecessary for them to invite themselves. If he hadn't made some money, he would have left long since he had shaken his sleeves. But even so, he did not want to be attacked by the wind and snow in the woods. I made up a reason to find a shelter to sleep.

Hong Qian was impatient. As soon as he saw Wang Fan coming, he didn't care to call Feng Gang at all. He jumped out and fought directly without saying three words. The more he hit him, the more impatient and resentful he wanted to catch up with Wang Fan. So until now, the seven people who came were knocked down, and Bai Shan shouted for a loud voice before he woke up.

"Feng Gang, help!" He pulled his throat open and shouted for help.

Wang Fan was shocked. He only saw horses in the woods and did not see anyone at all. You should know that as the aura changes to spiritual power, his consciousness has gradually increased, especially when concentrating on observation, he can more accurately perceive the situation.

"Who can hide so well? Is it a foundation monk?" He narrowed his eyes and felt fear.

The Qi practice period is divided into twelve layers. When it reaches the third layer, the aura begins to become spiritual power, which is the first time to practice qi. When it reaches the sixth level, the spiritual power is further condensed. After the external release, it can hold up the body to fly in the air. When it reaches the ninth layer, the body is ridiculous. It is ready to build a foundation, as long as the spiritual power is further increased and condensed. Practice, purity, break through layer by layer, and finally enter the foundation period.

Therefore, Wang Fan looks at the foundation monk, which is simply an ant looking at the elephant, which is absolutely unattainable. It is not too much to say that the foundation monk can crush him with one finger.

Wang Fan thought that his sweat flowed down, and naturally stopped chasing Hong Qian, and secretly prepared the biggest support - tie the fairy rope.

"Are you afraid? Haha" Hong Qianqi grinned and gasped, but did not delay his ferocious smile: "Feng Gang is my inner genius. He has practiced to the third level of qi in six years. So far, he has been on the edge of the fourth level. If you have the ability, wait!"

His self-righteous threat made Wang Fan breathe a sigh of relief: "It turned out to be the third layer of practicing qi, which scared me."

"I'm really scared." Wang Fan's face recovered and strode to Hong Qian: "But before I scare you to death, I will kill you first."

"Ah!" Seeing that he had regained self-confidence, Hong Qian secretly said that he was not good and shouted, "Don't come over. If you dare to deal with me, Feng Gang will let you live and die, ah, ah!"

Wang Fan ignored it at all. He punched him on his nose, which made his blood and tears flow, and kicked off one of his legs again, making him kneel down: "I wanted to kill you now, but I still decided to show you how Feng Gang died."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a scream from Yuan Hong.