The seven streams of light gathered not far away, and two of them were almost close together. These seven streams of light rushed into the battlefield, looking quite heroic as if I had gone there even though millions of people. Of course, this is just what seems to be on the surface. Few people know why these seven streams of lights are so fierce. Can they not rush forward? Of course, they cannot. It must be known that just after the seven of them, there is a real Yuefan monk chasing them and wanting their lives.

"Go closer to me!"

During the journey, Wang Xiaoan suddenly had a slightly slower body, revealing his body directly from the state of flowing light. His eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was searching for something.

I don’t know why Wang Xiaoan stopped the other six streams of lights, but I thought there must be an important reason. So without hesitation, the six streams of lights each turned and gathered next to Wang Xiaoan. The streams of light instantly dissipated, and the figures of Xu Chenglin and six others appeared beside Wang Xiaoan.

"Wow! Those seven damn juniors, you can also take the move of the ancestor!"

From a distance, I saw the seven people showing their bodies in the battlefield. The old man roared and slapped his palm from afar. The cold wind suddenly rose, and ghosts cried and gods howled. Countless black and illusory demons surrounded a gray palm shadow about a stubborn size, pressing down from top to bottom towards the seven people in the battlefield. There was still a long distance away from the palm shadow, but the seven people felt that the attack had locked them. The unparalleled aura carried the power of the trembling power, and the palm shadow swept across the battlefield. The mixed howl of ghost cried and gods made the monks who heard it dizzy.

"Follow me!"

Seeing the palm shadow pressing towards them, Wang Xiaoan was not surprised and happy. He called everyone and turned his body to rush in one direction.

When the seven people appeared on the battlefield, of course, someone would inevitably attack them. But Wang Xiaoan's hand was so tight that it was forced to leave a path. Not only that, when the crowd found that the seven people were being followed by the palm shadows in the sky, no one was willing to pay attention to these evil stars. So a strange imagination appeared on the battlefield. The seven people were moving rapidly, and a gray palm shadow was chasing them above them. The seven people almost crossed the entire battlefield, and no one dared to stop them.

"Master Lin Huan! We will help you!"

Suddenly seeing a three-person battle group independent of the battlefield, Wang Xiaoan shouted and rushed forward with six people.

No wonder no one dared to approach this three-person battle group. The three people fighting were all Yuefan monks. It was still a situation of one against two. One of the young men, holding a spear in his hand, and his water-blue spiritual power turned into a war armor. There were still a wave of sounds in the range of two meters around him. This man was not at a disadvantage when he fought against two, but because the other party was just entangled but could not do his best. The young man was very depressed. As the opponent of this man, two middle-aged people who were good at long-range attacks. One of them was wearing white clothes, and the other was wearing the clothes of the casual cultivator alliance. The two were extremely ordinary in appearance, and they were the kind of people who were thrown into the crowd and could not be found. But if you look closely, they still had some characteristics. At this time, the two people had common characteristics, and they were both.

The eyes were blood red.

"The road is narrow by enemies!"

Seeing the middle-aged man wearing the clothes of the Random Cultivator Alliance, Tang Xiaotian was stunned for a moment and then recognized the person. This person was nothing but the guy who almost killed seven people in Shuangta Mountain.

Wang Xiaoan's screams did not arouse any warning from the two middle-aged people. Originally, the two Yuefan stages did not need to care about the younger generations in the Qi Condensation stage. In contrast to these two people, the young man Lin Huan suddenly burst into laughter when he saw Wang Xiaoan and others. […#Iqi Literature#~Free Reading]

"Two rats, how dare you take a shot from a certain family!"

Lin Huan laughed loudly, shook the spear in his hand, and rushed towards the two middle-aged men with a more courageous attitude.

"Don't think about it! I know that the longer you fight in Tianlongmen Kung Fu, you will be stronger when you meet strong, but you will become stronger when you encounter attacks. But the two of you just dragged you down. When the other colleagues cleared the battlefield, someone would deal with you."

The middle-aged man wearing the casual cultivator alliance costume smiled proudly and expressed his purpose without hesitation.

"This is not necessarily!"

The answer to him was not Lin Huan, but Wang Xiaoan.

As his words fell, seven figures turned into streams of light and passed by two ordinary-looking Yuefan monks.

"You are you? So brave! Hell has no way to commit suicide!"

The middle-aged man recognized the identity of seven people at a glance, and the clothes of the Random Cultivator League spoke coldly.

"No! It's you two who died!"

Lin Huan retreated and quickly came to the front of the seven people. He suddenly looked up and looked at the two Yuefan cultivators in front with a sneer.

"not good!"

Suddenly, an attack belonging to the Yuefan period fell from the sky, and the two middle-aged Yuefan cultivators realized that something was wrong.

"It's too late!"

With a chuckle, Lin Huan had already come to mid-air. His spear shook and shot the palm shadow falling in the air. Compared to the palm shadow carrying Yin Feng and the demon head, Lin Huan's shot seemed ordinary. But this ordinary shot directly dispersed the palm shadow and the demon head Yin Feng.

"Hahaha! Two timid rats, come to die!"

With a proud laugh, Lin Huan's aura suddenly became sharp. The martial arts of Tianlong Gate are unique, which is good at charging and stalking. The more you fight, the more you become braver, the stronger you will be. He used to fight one against two, and although he was also very powerful, the opponent was aimed at entangling and did not give him too many opportunities to fight. Therefore, the martial arts of Tianlong Gate are difficult to display, which always makes him feel a sense of depression that he is powerful and has nowhere to do. But now that he has come into contact with the angry blow of the old man in the Yuefan stage, the situation is naturally different.

The two Yuefan cultivators and Wang Xiaoan and seven others couldn't help but look into the air, all of whom were attracted by the changes in the momentum of the young man.

"Come on! You guys also take the move of the ancestor!"

Thinking back to hearing someone shouting on the battlefield before, Lin Huan smiled slightly and followed suit.

As this sentence was said, Lin Huan was divided into three in the air. The three figures were like the same movements, all of which were holding the gun with one hand. As soon as this movement was made, a safe and peaceful aura filled my whole body with no other than me.

"trick

!”

With a loud shout, three figures suddenly disappeared from the air. In the blink of an eye, two screams and roars came. Wang Xiaoan and seven others followed the sound and saw that the two Yuefan monks in front were all pierced by long spears. One was penetrated by the chest, and the other was hung on the gun like a dead dog. The man in white was penetrated by the chest, and his white clothes were also blood-colored by countless scars on his body. He looked at his chest with disbelief and reached out to say something. But before he could say a word, countless cracks appeared on his body. Then the man in white was like a collapsed building block, and his body turned into pieces and fell all over the ground. A Yuefan monk had a chess move and fell into a dead body, which made people sigh.

With the death of the man in white Yuefan, Wang Xiaoan and the others saw Lin Huan, who killed the man in white Yuefan, turned into a bubble together with the spear. However, the other figure holding the spear turned his head and smiled at the seven people.

"Lin Zhan Lao Gui's apprentice? It came in time. If it weren't for you, it would have taken me a long time to break the situation."

"It was just a coincidence. If we weren't chasing us, we wouldn't have run back to the battlefield. If we hadn't sensed the breath of our uncle, we wouldn't have come here. At that time, we were just thinking about asking our uncle to help us resist one or two, and we had no other idea."

Wang Xiaoan touched his head and smiled, and directly expressed the embarrassing situation of the seven people.

"Hahaha! It's a coincidence to say that! It's a coincidence, it's a wonderful coincidence!"

After laughing for a while, Lin Huan turned his hand and threw the middle-aged man still hanging on the gun in front of him.

"I saw that you were chased hard, so I went to compete with the guy who called himself the ancestor. As for this water clone here, it was enough to suppress this cultivator at the bottom of Yuefan. While my clone is here, you might as well fight with this guy with all your strength!"

While speaking, Lin Huan raised his hand to exclaim a light of inspiration at the middle-aged man who was unconscious.

"What is the matter with Uncle Master! Even if we seven of us combined, it is hard to be our opponent!"

Seeing that Lin Huan seemed to be about to awaken the middle-aged man, Wang Xiaoan immediately complained with a bitter face.

"Bastard! I'll give up before I fight. How can I go long in the future? So what if I lose in the first fight? I don't have the courage to make a comeback after running away? The martial arts of Tianlong Gate have always been that the more I fight, the more I get stronger, the more I fight, I'll dare to face opponents that are stronger than me. How can I say that when I meet stronger, the more I meet, the more I don't know how to say that I'll be stronger! Not only this kid, but you guys are too! The sects that have continued to this day have unique skills. But no matter which sect, their martial arts are all about moving forward. Because the predecessors who founded these martial arts have experienced that era!"

Just as Lin Huan taught seven people a lesson, the middle-aged man wearing the clothes of the Cultivator League woke up. He looked at the people in front of him and immediately had the intention of escaping. However, before he could make any move, a long spear was forced to be pushed before his throat.

"Do you dare to take action?"

Let the head turn, Lin Huan

Sweeping at seven more people.

"What's the point!"

Before anyone else could speak, Chen Luoxue was the first to jump out.

"What a girl, a woman who is as good as a woman! Where are you?"

Lin Huan smiled happily and looked at the other six people again.

"Why don't you dare? This person wanted to steal our stuff before, so we will fight back this time!"

Wang Xiaoan roared and stood up.

"What are we afraid of here, senior? We have fought with the monk Yuefan before."

Ximen Feng smiled and glanced at the people around him. The remaining four people smiled slightly and even stood up.

Lin Huan's expression was slightly surprised when he heard that the seven people had something that the Yuefan cultivator wanted to snatch. But he was only surprised for a moment and did not take it to heart. Looking at the seven people who were full of fighting spirit, he smiled slightly and let go of the middle-aged man. Walking a few steps to the side, Lin Huan actually acted like a rushing formation.

It was not until this time that the middle-aged man on the ground understood what was going on. He was captured and captured in his feelings. What was even more annoying was that he was regarded as the partner of the seven juniors in front of him. It was really intolerable!

"Arrogant!"

With a roar, the middle-aged man directly released the power of spiritual consciousness. At the same time, the spells in his hand directly attacked Lin Huan.

Like walking in the garden, Lin Huan's body moved slightly and flashed directly through the burning flames that the other party rushed over. Then he moved slightly and blocked the middle-aged man again.

"Don't take us seriously! Your opponent is us!"

During this period, Xu Chenglin had recovered a little. With the long sword in his hand, the wind rose directly. Then he slapped his waist and directly sacrificed the Tongtian Spirit Gourd.

At this point, although Xu Chenglin still regarded the Tongtian Spirit Gourd as his trump card, he was no longer afraid of being revealed in front of others. Although the magic weapons that can injure the Yuefan cultivator are rare now, there are still some. When the Yuefan cultivator on his own side sees such treasures, there will be curious people, but the people who are snatched should not have them. After all, the magic weapons in their own hands can also cause harm to monks of the same level. It is really a bit disgraceful to snatch a Yuefan treasure in the hands of the younger generation.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!