The First Thousand Two Hundred and Eighty-Six Chapters Pale Hands

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"It doesn't make sense if you can't kill me!" The old man surnamed Xiao shouted in a roaring voice.

He started to run again, and now he just wanted to get rid of Zhou Fan, this kind of tactics really made him feel so disgusting.

But Zhou Fan's quick knife gang was getting more and more intense, and he was dancing, entangled with the old man surnamed Xiao constantly, forcing the old man surnamed Xiao to have to turn back to deal with the quick knife gang every time.

Occasionally Zhou Fan also mixed with one or two Guiyi Daomang. After the old man surnamed Xiao used his palm to slap the scattered Guiyi Daomang, he didn't dare to be careless.

The old man surnamed Xiao was so entangled that he was about to go crazy.

Just spare me... He wailed in his heart, but he also knew that begging for mercy was useless, and the pride of being a cultivator in the Rune Realm did not allow him to do so.

His forward speed was greatly disturbed. After walking for so long, he couldn't get out a hundred meters. Zhou Fan's attack was like a fly, buzzing around him, but he couldn't kill the fly.

And what made him feel a little scared was that his True Essence began to decline to a certain extent because Zhou Fan increased the attack frequency of the sword gang.

Could this lunatic really think that he can't finish using his true essence?

No, this thing is so wrong, this lunatic must have enough confidence to do this.

The more the old man surnamed Xiao thought, the more frightened he became. He knew he couldn't go on like this. He lightly tapped the storage bag on his waist, and a yellow light flew out from the storage bag and fell on his hand, turning it into a topaz bracelet.

The topaz bracelet emits a faint yellow light, covering him.

Dozens of knives fluttered and landed on the yellow aperture, making a bang, and quickly dissipated, but the yellow aperture did not move.

The old man surnamed Xiao ran forward again.

Zhou Fan, who was behind him, quickly followed, and the rusty knife in his hand slashed out countless looming knife gangs one after another, all of which were blocked by the halo emanating from the topaz bracelet.

As for the old man surnamed Xiao, because of the aperture blessing of the topaz bracelet, he ignored Zhou Fan's attack at all, and just went forward to escape. He borrowed his movement technique and walked a long way.

Zhou Fan's face was slightly condensed, this defensive magic weapon is very strong, he kept his face cold, and kept teleporting to prevent the old man surnamed Xiao from pulling too far away, and at the same time, he slashed twice in a row.

The first knife is dozens of quick knife gangs.

The second knife is the return of a knife.

The Kuai Dao Gang and Gui Yi Dao Mang were mixed together, and all of them slammed into the natural yellow circle of light emitted by the topaz bracelet.

The natural yellow aperture was hit by a knife and swayed, but it was still supported, but its light became dimmed a lot.

Zhou Fan was secretly delighted, he knew that no defensive magic weapon was invincible, and as long as he returned to the Dao of Sword style, he would definitely be able to destroy this natural yellow aperture.

Suddenly, the old man surnamed Xiao stopped. When he stopped like this, Zhou Fan was already wary of such a small trick as the old man surnamed Xiao. He quickly teleported back and changed his position, so that the old man surnamed Xiao could not guess his name. Location.

It's just that Zhou Fan quickly discovered that the old man surnamed Xiao stopped not to deal with him, but someone blocked the way of the old man surnamed Xiao.

The man stood about ten feet away from the old man surnamed Xiao.

Zhou Fan was stunned. His six senses were always on, and he was wary of everything around him. How could he not find a person so close?

The visitor was a middle-aged man in a white coat.

His face was pale and bloodless, his white clothes were stained with blood, his eyes were almost all white, and his pupils turned into tiny black dots.

Zhou Fan had never seen such eyes before, even if the eyes were not looking at him, he still had a creepy feeling.

The middle-aged man just looked at the old man surnamed Xiao lightly.

The old man surnamed Xiao was shrouded in a natural yellow light, but his whole body trembled faintly, "Who are you? Why did you stop me?"

Zhou Fan took a few steps back again. From the words of the old man surnamed Xiao, it seemed that the two did not seem to be in the same group. What was the old man surnamed Xiao afraid of?

The middle-aged man didn't speak. He just tilted his head slightly, and then stretched out his hand. He was clearly about ten feet away, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he was in front of the old man surnamed Xiao.

Bang!

At the moment when the pale hand touched the natural yellow aperture, the earth top jade bracelet shattered.

"Please forgive me!" The old man surnamed Xiao shouted sharply, he seemed to know the strength of this middle-aged man.

The black snowflakes fell and fell on the middle-aged man, but it didn't play any role. His hand continued to stretch forward and caught the head of the old man surnamed Xiao.

laugh!

The head of the old man surnamed Xiao was ripped off.

The middle-aged man held the head of the old man surnamed Xiao in his hand, and the sticky blood flowed down from the palm of his hand, wrapping the whole head.

"Fu Seed Realm...a wonderful head." The middle-aged man turned his head and said with a sigh of relief.

Zhou Fan, who witnessed this scene, froze completely. He felt that the body's heat was rapidly losing. He confirmed one thing. The two monks were killed by this person yesterday.

Zhou Fan turned around and fled in one direction without hesitation. The middle-aged man just stretched out his hand and was able to twist the head of a cultivator in the Rune Seed Realm. He would definitely not be this person's opponent. When are you waiting?

He didn't even signal the Daoist Buxiao of their thoughts, because a cultivator who is likely to have surpassed the realm of the rune, asked the Daoist Buxiao of the golden body to come and die?

He never thought that yesterday's murderer's cultivation realm would be so terrifying, because a cultivator who surpassed the rune realm, no one could stop anyone he wanted to kill in the north of the gray monkey, so why did he leave a message?

Zhou Fan really couldn't figure it out.

The middle-aged man tilted his head slightly and looked in the direction where Zhou Fan was escaping. He turned his head back again, and pointed to the ground and wrote: Use the head, the phantom will meet.

After he finished writing, he lowered his head and said mechanically: "The first step is to find the monk, refine his head, and blame the Illusory People's Association. The second step, do not reveal the trace, and kill everyone who sees me! "

He disappeared like a bubble.

Zhou Fan, who had fled by teleportation, saw a strange blood bubble the size of a human head appearing in front of him.

His face changed slightly, he didn't dare to stop, and he didn't dare to touch the blood foam, but immediately changed direction, but no matter which direction he changed, he could see the suspended blood foam.

His heart sank immediately and he had to stop.

The blood bubble burst with a puff, and a large amount of blood fell to the ground, turning into the middle-aged man he had just seen. His strange eyes stared at Zhou Fan who was in a state of invisibility.

Zhou Fan's face was sullen. He knew that the other party could see him, so he simply released his stealth state.

"Who are you?" Zhou Fan asked in a deep voice, his hand holding the knife handle tightly.

The middle-aged man did not speak, his face was indifferent, and he stretched out his pale hand.