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Wang Fan killed Lin Li in seconds, forcing Zhang Li to unite to form a "point triangle" formation, but Wang Fan immediately realized that this formation was unfavorable to him, so he deliberately flew up in the air and lured Zhang Li out.

Zhang Li entered the trap but did not know it, and the attack became more and more accessible. He couldn't help saying, "Although his cultivation has improved a lot, his combat strength has not changed much. At the strength of the three of us, it may not be possible to kill him in one fell swoop."

Thinking of this, he was relieved, but then remembered Lin Li's death: "This is terrible. If my beloved brother is dead, Lin Qinglang will definitely not give up, but what should he do? There must be a scapegoat!" Thinking of his eyes tilting back, he saw that his spiritual power was running to the limit. Song San, who was tired and red and thick-necked, said, "This is a good scapegoat."

He consciously grasped the initiative of the battle and thought about it, but he didn't know that it was the result of Wang Fan's deliberate concession.

"Here comes the opportunity!" Seeing that his attack was not as sharp as before, Wang Fan turned his dagger and suddenly put aside Zhang Liling's sword, which was colliding closely, and flew to Liu Lian.

Zhang Li has rich combat experience. When he suddenly saw his dagger turning, he was stunned a little. He immediately realized that it was not good and roared, "Be careful!" Unfortunately, it was too late. The dagger pierced Liu Lian's body. Liu Lian shouted miserably and fell to the ground with his chest covered.

"Damn!" Zhang Li was furious, but took advantage of Wang Fan's opportunity to lose the magic weapon and commanded the spiritual sword to cut it out: "Dare to kill Liu Lian, I'll kill you."

Wang Fan dared to do this. How could he not rely on it? He snorted coldly and suddenly shouted. His robe suddenly rose like a round ball, and the Zhang Liling sword was slowed down.

"Sky silkworm clothes?!" Zhang Li was very knowledgeable and recognized it at once: "Even the silkworm clothes can't stop my flying sword." Saying that, he vomited spiritually.

"Why do you have to block it? Just one moment is enough!" Wang Fan laughed and saw the dagger flying out of Liu Lian's body and cutting it on the flying sword.

He used to think that this dagger was at least a middle-grade spiritual weapon, but when he saw the middle-grade spiritual sword refined by the refiner, he suddenly realized that he was too underestimated. This dagger was at least a top-grade spiritual weapon, so he dared to fight hard, cut the flying sword with a wail, and retreated from the battle.

Seeing that one of his side died, Zhang Li's teeth were cracked, and he couldn't wait to eat Wang Fan alive, but his magic weapon grade was so low that he couldn't stand the blow of the dagger: "What should I do? Is it really want to fall here today?"

Several people died in a row, which strongly damaged his self-confidence, which made him have to think about how good today's things are: "Run away while you still have the strength!" Once this idea appears in his mind, his momentum will be suffocating.

Wang Fan felt keen and immediately realized that he had lost confidence, so he wanted to sacrifice a bundle of fairy ropes.

Zhang Li's cultivation is only slightly lower than his. If he really wants to chase each other, it can't be over in a day or two. In case this matter is made to the world, he has ten heads and is not enough for Lin Qinglang.

With his current strength, in the face of the foundation-building mid-term monks, he is like a sheep facing a hungry tiger. He can only be killed by others and has no resistance.

"Never let him go away!"

At this moment, Zhang Li finally decided to break through and escape. He took it out of his arms and took out a charm: "Come on, I'll see how great your silkworm clothes are."

Thunder is all over the sky, lightning is ringing, and the sword shadow is flying. Wang Fan has to inject spiritual power into the silkworm clothes again, but this does not affect his next action.

"I just want to run now. Don't you think it's too late?" He knew that throwing out the rune seal was a precursor to escape. He waved his hand and sacrificed a bundle of fairy rope: "Bage me!"

I don't know what kind of material is made, and I don't know who is refining it, but there is really the fact of binding immortals.

As soon as Zhang Li dodged and ran forward, he was stopped. Before he could move, he tied the fairy rope around it three times, making his spiritual power suddenly stagnant. He was in the air. Once there was a problem with his spiritual power, he could not bear his flying in the air, so he screamed and fell to the ground firmly.

" Even the upper body of the refinery dies in my hands, let alone you!" Wang Fanzhizhu held it and fell to the ground: "I think you are also a man, so I will no longer humiliate you and send you directly on the road!" With a flash of the dagger, he is about to do it.

In addition to strength, the main purpose of cultivation is to live long life, so the more advanced the cultivation is, the more afraid of death. Zhang Li is the same. As soon as he heard that he was going to be killed, his face immediately turned white. He hurriedly shouted, "Wang Fan, dare you, I am a monk sent by the elders to the mining area. I am famous. If next month If I am not here at the time of delivery, the elders will investigate. At that time, I will see how you explain. You might as well let me go and cover up today's events. You and I will not violate the river.

"Haha" Wang Fan laughed. The two of them were immortal. He actually thought that the well did not violate the river. I don't know if he was scared or he heard it wrong.

"Why? Can't you learn from Yuan Hong? Wang Fan no longer paid attention to him, and the white light flashed straight to his neck.

"Don't kill me. I would like to worship you as the Lord and be your servant!" Zhang Li shouted loudly, trembling all over, and tears came down. Wang Fan took a closer look, and his two strands were already wet.

"There is no coward!" Wang Fan scolded him and didn't want to talk nonsense with him anymore. The dagger flashed and cut off his head.

"Forgive my life, forgive my life, Brother Wang, forgive my life!" Song San was clever. As soon as he saw Zhang Li escape, he immediately knew that it was all over. He could not fly in the air. With a few flying charms, how could he avoid Wang Fan's pursuit? He simply knelt to the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, hoping that Wang Fan would be kind to the past.

Although Wang Fan hated him for using the rudder when he saw the wind, he felt that it was not enough for the little man to save his life. If he had been in this position at that time, it would be really difficult to choose.

"Yuan Hong knew that he would die, and he was tough to the end. His choice was not wrong."

Thinking of this, he snorted coldly, "I won't kill you now. I'm not going to let you go. Yuan Hong is not far away. It's up to him to make everything."

Song San put his heart back into his stomach and said in his heart, "Wang Fan seems to be kind and amiable. He is actually the king of Yan. Although the fat man kills people without blinking an eye, he has a friendship with me. There is always a better chance to live in his hands."

Wang Fan let him kneel on the ground, clean up the belongings of the dead people, burn the bodies, erase the traces of fighting, and then gave him a cold look.

Song San's heart trembled and quickly handed over his storage bag: "Five medium-grade spiritual swords and some concentrates are in it. Please ask Brother Wang to check it."

"It's your acquaintance!" Wang Fan took it, threw a bundle of fairy ropes to tie him up, and walked to the bear hole where Yuan Hong lived.