"You dare..." The high priest glared angrily. He had no idea that Zhuo Bufan would take action, but the young leader of their Black Witch Sect was beaten away directly.
"Why don't you dare?" Zhuo Bufan said, his figure swayed, and then pulled out an illusory shadow on the spot, punching the young master.
Before the young master could react, he flew backwards again, and a transparent fist hole was punched in his chest. He stared at Zhuo Bufan with his eyes wide open, his eyes full of anger.
The Black Witch Cult is rampant in the southwest region. As the young sect leader, he has a very high status and status. He has never encountered such a thing before. He dared to kill him if he disagrees. What surprised him even more was that Zhuo Bufan's strength was too strong.
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"Huh."
Zhuo Bufan stopped, frowned, and looked at the transparent fist hole in the young master's chest. His eyes could see the back through the front, but no drop of blood flowed out, and only a black mist lingered inside, and then he had the naked eye.
Visible speed recovery.
"Dare you dare to kill me?" The young sect leader's face turned cold, and there was a hint of anger and gloom in his eyes.
"Incarnation outside the body?" Zhuo Bufan was a little surprised. Incarnation outside the body was a magical power that only the great monks of the God Transformation Stage had. Incarnation thousands of incarnations. How could a powerful power in the God Transformation Stage appear on the earth? Isn't this completely different?
Something that is possible.
After carefully scanning the spirit, Zhuo Bufan finally understood what was going on. The young sect leader in front of him was not the real young sect leader at all, but just a body refined with evil energy, with a faint one.
The spiritual sense controls it, and sets on the earthly affairs for the real young sect leader.
No wonder he could repair his body immediately with one punch. It should be some secret technique of the Black Witch Cult.
However, this kind of secret technique is a thousand miles apart from the supernatural powers of the God Transformation Stage. It is just that it uses its spiritual sense to control a certain body and cannot exert its relative strength at all.
The young sect leader stared at Zhuo Bufan and said coldly: "If you surrender to me now, I will spare you. Otherwise, don't blame our Black Witch Sect for chasing you."
Zhuo Bufan sneered and punched him again. The sound of the fist exploded, directly punching seven or eight holes in the young master's body.
"I said, you can't kill me like this." There was no change in the young master's face, and the transparent fist hole that was punched out on his body had begun to heal slowly under the repair of the black fog.
Everyone looked at the scene in surprise. No matter how many fists Zhuo Bufan hit the young sect leader, the other party could heal quickly.
"Can you not be beaten to death with such a person?" Tan Yong widened his eyes and showed a look of surprise. If he could not be beaten to death, how could he fight?
When the White Witch Elder Liao and Liao Wen saw the people in the Black Witch Sect, their faces were even more discolored. The Black Witch Sect practiced poison, curses, and various lethal soul techniques, and had always been hostile to the White Witch.
"Is this the Immortal Soul Art of the Black Witch Sect?" Elder Liao was knowledgeable and could see at a glance the problem of the young sect leader.
This is a forbidden technique. Does the Black Witch Sect actually dare to practice?
This kind of soul technique must kill ninety-nine people, including forty-nine women and fifty-one men, which is a soul technique accumulated with blood.
At this time, the high priest, Hou Dongjun, and He Hongmiao had already reacted, and attacked Zhuo Bufan with all kinds of killing spells. Thunder, lightning, flame, curse, and wind blades all came together.
The young sect leader's eyes were even red, and his whole body was wrapped in black fog silk. "No one dared to attack me. Today I will kill you and use your blood to practice my soul technique."
As he said that, the black mist on the young sect leader's body turned into small snakes, and about dozens of black mist snakes were swallowing and spitting out the snake's letter. The pupils emitted a slight red light staring at Zhuo Bufan, with a bit of bloodthirsty smell.
Hou Dongjun, the high priest, He Hongmiao and a young sect leader attacked Zhuo Bufan at the same time. Even Tan Songtao and Xiao Nai were a little nervous. No matter how powerful Zhuo Bufan was, could he resist these people joining forces?
"Wild Light."
The wooden stick in the high priest's hand emitted a slight green light. Zhuo Bufan suddenly felt his whole body become extremely heavy like a fill of lead, which was even more powerful than the spells he cast. And not only that, even the power in his body seemed to be
A little imprisoned.
The various spells of He Hongmiao and Hou Dongjun were like they didn't have money, and they followed one after another. Various spells flashed continuously. Tan Songtao stood aside, wondering if he should take action. He really offended the Black Witch Sect, and I'm afraid he would
It brings a catastrophe to the entire Tan family.
Zhuo Bufan's eyes shone with a splendor, and his fist was swaying suddenly, and he instantly hit the high priest, and punched the high priest in the chest. Even if a spell was applied, Zhuo Bufan's speed and power were still beyond his power.
High Priest's imagination.
The high priest had a look of horror in his eyes, and his whole body had already flew backwards. A wooden sign on his chest cracked and his face flushed.
If it weren't for the wooden sign he made to resist it, Zhuo Bufan would have beaten him to death with this punch.
Immediately, Zhuo Bufan continued to clench his fists, like a human-shaped machine, and he pulled out phantoms and wandered around the field, hitting He Hongmiao again, and he didn't even pinch the last magic trick in his hand.
, lowered his head and saw a fist penetrate his chest.
He Hongmiao had already lost his protective magic weapon. He was seriously injured by Zhuo Bufan just now and became the last of his strength. Moreover, the magicians mainly practiced spiritual magic, and their physical body was like ordinary dark martial artists. How could they resist Zhuo Bufan's fist?
"I... don't want to die..."
He Hongmiao had a look of panic in his eyes, a faint sound came from his mouth, and then he fell to the ground.
He Qiang, He Jiayong and others were stunned. The most powerful magician in their family, the eldest elder of the family, was killed by Zhuo Bufan with one punch, and everyone was ashamed.
Even if Zhuo Bufan was killed here today, their He family did not have the magicians in the Foundation Establishment Stage to suppress them, and sooner or later they would be suppressed and destroyed by other forces.
"Elder Who?" Hou Dongjun's eyes turned red when he saw this scene. The rabbit died of sadness arose, and he accelerated his movements. He consumed his essence and blood and suddenly a huge ball of flame spewed out of his palm, as if he was about to burn Zhuo Bufan.
"Is it up to you?" Zhuo Bufan punched out, and suddenly a golden fist print drove the flames into a passage. Zhuo Bufan's figure disappeared from the spot, and the person had already arrived in front of Hou Dongjun.
As for the few black snakes that turned into black mist on the young master's body, wherever they passed, all the plants and trees became yellow as if corroded by sulfuric acid. However, because Zhuo Bufan moved too fast, the black snake attacked the entire time.
Not target.
The young sect leader frowned tightly, constantly igniting the black fog on his body and strengthening the black snake on his body.
Before Hou Dongjun could react, Zhuo Bufan arrived in front of him, his palm stuck his neck, twisted it hard, and a wisp of blood spilled out of the corner of Hou Dongjun's mouth, and he died! (To be continued)