Chapter 273 Breaking one by one

"Where, how can my inferior magic weapon enter Brother Zhang's eyes? But Brother Zhang's psychic jade is exquisite and wonderful." Nangong praised. When Zhang Wenchen heard the words, he just smiled and stopped talking. He turned his eyes to Zhang Fan, hoping that he would not make any mistakes.

"Friend, are you ready?" As soon as the old road shook its size, a cyan gourd behind him flew out and hung above his head, scattering a blue light to form a blue cloud. The old road jumped gently and stood on the blue clouds. Qingyun suddenly accelerated and appeared in the square in an instant. Whispered. The old woman beside her spit out a silver light, turned around, and then left the old woman in the square. The old monk's kind eyes grinned, wrapped it with a red light emitting **, and appeared in the square the next moment.

Zhang Fan took a deep breath, turned slightly, turned into a purple streamer, and disappeared in an instant. The next moment, he appeared in the middle of the square and said lightly, "Waiting for you at any time." OK!" The old woman's deep voice came, and the three of them disappeared in an instant, and Zhang Fan's consciousness swept away and found that the three of them became a triangle in the void and wrapped themselves.

The old woman who took the lead in making trouble. She pinched the formula with one hand, spit out silver light, and with a screaming voice, cut through the void and stabbed Zhang Fan. Zhang Fan stared intently, and it turned out to be a small silver needle. However, the silver needle exudes a sharp atmosphere, and the texture is all over the body, condensed into an array, providing more aura for the silver needle.

If you are stabbed by this needle, it will definitely hurt! This is Zhang Fan's first thought. Just when the silver light thorn came, Zhang Fan fiercely sacrificed Ling Zun's sword and blocked it in front of him. It was the trajectory that the silver needle must pass through. Ding, with a crisp sound, the silver needle hit Ling Zun's sword. Zhang Fan unintentionally damaged the silver needle. The back of the sword gently skimmed, and the silver needle flew out in the right direction.

When the silver needle hit the back of Ling Zun's sword, I felt that the Ling Zun sword was definitely much stronger than his own silver needle. The old woman who was going to give up suddenly found that Zhang Fan had stopped and let go of her silver needle. She couldn't help but be secretly grateful. If she hadn't identified with the boy in front of her just now, she would have regarded him as a friend.

Zhang Fan didn't expect that his unintentional move actually brought back the true friendship of the three elders in Mobei. Xiaoyou, please pay attention. At this time, Lao Dao pinched the secret with his hands, and the cyan gourds on his head were clustered, and yellow sand grains flew out of the gourd and turned into a flying sand belt. His charming eyes flew all over the sky.

"This red sand is the corpse of the king and the red sand at the bottom of the Chisha River in the fairyland. At the beginning, I successfully killed the second arhats of Buddhism with this red sand and destroyed its relics. Friends should be careful. Although Lao Dao told him, the red sands in the sky gradually formed a khaki dragon, hovering over Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan only felt a stream of corrosion coming from the red sand belt above. Although this red sand belt is in the shape of a dragon at this moment, Zhang Fan can disperse it as long as he knows the formula. However, the most troublesome thing at this moment is that the red sand is pervasive. If the gap is found by the red sand, it will be dangerous.

At this time, the kind-looking old monk also took action. There was a shrill in his mouth, and the red light exuding ** atmosphere gathered around him to form a red stick, which was ten feet in size and as thick as a bucket. As soon as the red stick appeared, the nearby space trembled, as if it was subdued under this ** power.

The old monk raised his eyebrows, and the red stick suddenly rose to the sky, changed into a hundred feet in size, and then hit Zhang Fan. At this moment, Zhang Fan was fighting with the red sand that besieged him. Suddenly, he found a hundred-foot-sized red stick in the sky. He was shocked and sacrificed Ling Zun's sword and greeted the red stick.

The old monk suddenly laughed proudly, and Zhang Fan's voice was furious. Not good!" Zhang Fan felt that his Ling Zunjian had lost contact with him for the second time. It made him feel extremely depressed." Xiaoyou, this sword is really a good sword, but I'll keep it for you first. I'll give it back to you after the fight."

Zhang Fan raised his head and could only watch his Ling Zun sword being sucked into the red stick. The red stick slowly shrank, and countless Buddhist talisman diplomas appeared in the air and printed on the red stick. The red stick immediately became red and gold. It is inserted straight in the middle of the square. And the old monk still looked at Zhang Fan with a smile.

Zhang Fan knew that he should show his real ability. The magic formulas and magic weapons that the old Tao is now using are all the cyan gourd as a medium. The old monk relies on the ** breath around him, and the old man can't see the depth. Zhang Fan decided to start from the old way first.

Zhang Fan said in his heart, "I'm offended." Then he ignored the red golden belts, turned into thousands of purple lights, and spread to the surrounding space. No, the boy wanted to escape from the red sand belt, and the two forced him back!" After saying that, the cyan gourd on his head turned straight and turned into a blue haze all over the sky, covering layers of purple light.

The old monk's two drooping eyebrows suddenly rolled up, constantly stretched out and became bigger, turning into thousands of white eyebrows, sweeping towards the purple light, which made Zhang Fan secretly despised, "Aren't you afraid of breaking your eyebrows?" After saying that, the purple light flew away from the sweep of the eyebrows. Seeing the remaining purple light spread, the old man frowned, shook her left hand in the void, and a dragon scepter appeared in her hand, and then suddenly inserted it into the bluestone board.

The old man stretched out her hand to pinch the secret and said something in her mouth. The dragon's eyes on the dragon's scepter suddenly emitted earthy yellow light. Just next to the dragon scepter inserted into the bluestone slab, the dense cracks spread along the dragon scepter. A cloud of earthy light gas slowly overflowed from the crack, and everyone present felt why the space suddenly became heavier. Only Zhang Wenchen looked at the cracks of the bluestone slab with a wry smile and cried secretly.

"It's not good!" Zhang Fan was shocked and suddenly found that the purple light spots around him fell to the ground one after another. No matter how he urged him, he could not slow down the downward trend of these purple light spots. At this moment, the purple light spot incarnated by Zhang Fan suddenly appeared in the air and became the target of exposure.

"I saw him." The old man said with a smile. Then he gently grabbed the purple light spot suspended in the air, and the cyan gourd above his head spewed out a breath of blue light and turned into a big cyan big print to grab the purple light spot. The purple light trembled slightly and wanted to escape into the space, but this big blue handprint had the magic power to imprison the space. The purple light spot was caught by the cyan big print in an instant.

Lao Dao smiled and said, "Little friend, show up quickly. You lost." However, the purple light in front of him rested on the cyan big print and had no intention ofappearing at all. Lao Dao thought that he couldn't wipe his face, and said, "It's inevitable that there will be a win or lose in the fight. Let's show up at this moment. When the three of us return from the fairy mansion, we will definitely share you a treasure."

However, the purple light spot in front of him still has no intention of moving at all. The old man was quite angry and said, "Then don't blame the poor road." After saying that, he suddenly clenched the cyan handprint. To his surprise, Zhang Fan did not hide in the purple light spot.

At this time, there was a loud laugh in the air. He looked up suddenly, and a figure came down. If it was not Zhang Fan, who else would it be?

Zhang Fan made his hands in the air, patted the "Fumo handprints" down, and a huge golden palm fiercely suppressed the old way below. The old man's expression remained unchanged, and he pinched the formula with one hand. The cyan gourd on his head spewed out a cyan sword and stabbed the fingerprints. Zhang Fan's body in the air slowly disappeared, and the old man stared at it, which turned out to be a shadow.

"Taoist friend, I'll take this cyan gourd for you first!" Zhang Fan came to Lao Dao in an instant, coated with a layer of gold in his right hand, and grabbed the cyan gourd. The cyan gourd struggled slightly and was held in Zhang Fan's hand. Lao Dao instantly broke away from Zhang Fan's side and shouted, "Two people, do it." After saying that, he smiled at the corners of his mouth.

Zhang Fan was stunned and saw that the cyan gourd in his hand suddenly became bigger and turned into a hundred feet in size. There was a faint suppression of two golden typings at the bottom of the gourd, which shocked Zhang Fan. Xiaoyou, you can't run away this time!" The old man's words fell, and the cyan gourd was suddenly suppressed, and then the old monk's ** red light and the earthy yellow clouds of the old man's dragon's scepter rushed here, completely sealing Zhang Fan's retreat completely.

"Boom"! As soon as the three came into contact, there was a loud noise. When the smoke and dust dissipated, Zhang Fan, who showed that the clothes were damaged, looked at the three elders of Mobei with slightly tired eyes. Lao Dao smiled and was fascinated by his eyes and said, "Little friend, do you still need to fight?" After saying that, with one finger of his right hand, the hundred-foot-sized cyan gourd soared into the sky again and covered Zhang Fan's sky.

Zhang Fan heard the words and smiled, and his body slowly disappeared, and it was a remnant! Lao Dao's heart trembled suddenly, and then he heard the old lady's scream.

I saw the purple light blooming at the old man's place, and the sound of thunder and explosion came one after another. Outside, there is this ten-foot gold-protecting ghost king, grinning at the old Tao and the old monk. Then the purple light dissipated, and the old man lay on the ground with her hair loosely, and the aura on her body fluctuated and fell into a coma.

Zhang Fan smiled and narrowed his eyes and said, "One of you has been killed by me!" After saying that, he disappeared into the space again. Lao Dao looked at the place where Zhang Fan disappeared, stepped forward, helped the old lady to the side of the square, let her secretly recuperate her wounds, and then stared at the surrounding space to prevent Zhang Fan from having a chance to attack.

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