Master Xiu, Please Flop - Chapter 1296

Swish!

at this time.

The domineering Sword Spirit Ancestor took a step directly, and then, the Xuanyuan Sword in her hand suddenly unsheathed.

hum!

Between the heavens and the earth, a sword cry suddenly resounded, and it was endless.

The dazzling sword light carrying terrifying power suddenly shot forward, horrified.

front.

The cultivator felt the power of this sword, and his face suddenly became solemn at this moment.

The power of this sword is very good.

At this moment, an unprecedented fear quickly grew in his heart.

He turned sharply and ran.

However, the dazzling sword light fell directly on his body.

Immediately afterwards, his body was split in half.

Blood splattered!

“Humph!” Ancestor Sword Spirit raised his head and snorted coldly.

“Deserved!”

Mo Fan looked up, saw this scene, and said.

And right now.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Suddenly, in front, several figures came quickly towards this side, the speed was extremely fast, and the space was distorted for a while.

Taking a closer look, these monks all exude a terrifying demonic energy.

Obviously, these monks are all monster monks.

At this moment, these monster monks raised their heads, looked at Mo Fan and the others, and gathered around Mo Fan.

“It’s Qingqing!”

One of the cultivators looked up and looked at Qingqing, his eyes suddenly lit up, bright like stars, and shouted excitedly: “Qingqing! It’s me!” Qingqing raised her head and looked at the cultivator, her eyebrows wrinkled deeply. .

“Qingqing, is that them?” Mo Fan thought of something and looked at Qingqing who was standing behind him.

Qingqing nodded.

Mo Fan learned about this, and his eyes became sharp at this moment, and his eyes were swallowing endless cold light, and killing intent was born at this moment.

“Qingqing, come back with me!”

At this moment, in front of him, the young monster monk said to Qingqing, with two sharp horns on his forehead, emitting a dazzling cold light.

His body is a blood dragon, the third son of the Ten Thousand Monster Clan Patriarch. Just as he took a step, a figure appeared in front of him.

This person is Mo Fan.

“Who are you?”

Ahead, the third son of the Wan Yaozu looked at Mo Fan indifferently and said.

“I?”

“I’m her boyfriend!”

Mo Fan looked at the young man in front and said.

As soon as this word comes out.

Qingqing’s delicate face turned rosy at this moment, extremely shy.

However, behind her, Fairy White had a look of disappointment on her face. It seemed that in the hearts of seniors, Qingqing was his favorite person.

“Qingqing, the identity of the first virtuous internal assistant has been preserved!” The ancestor of Sword Spirit saw this scene, his eyes flickered.

“Kill, kill him for me!” Hearing this, the demon youth was stunned for a moment in the void, and then, a killing intent appeared on his face, and he said coldly Dao, his tone became extremely cold at this moment.

Falling with his voice.

“Okay! Young Master!” Behind him, a burly cultivator with hair all over his body said, and he took a step when the voice fell.

boom!

Immediately, an extremely terrifying aura suddenly burst out from his body, like a mountain like a sea, and it was incomparable.

He clenched his right hand into a fist, shouted loudly, and took a step.

In an instant, his figure appeared directly in front of Mo Fan.

Mo Fan raised his head and looked at the demon cultivator in front of him. His expression remained the same. Today, he is not the weakling he used to be.

If the opponent uses a fist, then he uses a sword.

To a certain extent, he has an advantage.

He flipped his right hand, and suddenly, the ordinary sword appeared in his right hand.

Swish!

He was holding the Fanjian, and the Fanjian in his hand stabbed out violently.

hum!

With Mo Fan stabbed with this sword.

Suddenly, between the heavens and the earth, an astonishing sound of the sword rang out incessantly at this moment.

The terrifying killing intent erupted from Mo Fan’s body, like mountains and seas, and it was incomparable.

This murderous intent seemed real.

In Mo Fan’s heart, Qingqing occupies a very important position.

Now, he knows that these people have bad thoughts about Qingqing, and naturally he will not let these monks of the monster race go.

He looked indifferent, and the Fan Sword in his hand stabbed out.

The power of this sword is extremely terrifying, full of killing intent, and stabbed with this sword.

Suddenly, in front of him, the burly cultivator whose body was covered in hair trembled violently.

“Wow!”

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face became extremely pale at this moment, like a piece of white paper.

“Roar!” He roared in a low voice, and soon, he turned into a monster.

This is a burly brown bear with great strength.

His expression was distorted at this moment, his facial features were extremely ferocious, and he stared at Mo Fan in front of him. I saw that it took a step and rushed towards Mo Fan in front of him again, and the speed was amazing.

The cultivation of the person in front of him is obviously lower than him, and he doesn’t believe that he can’t defeat the person in front of him.

With a low roar, it turned into a brown bear, with a burly stature and brown hair. It clenched its hands tightly and waved it violently. It was like a heavy hammer that fell from top to bottom and quickly fell towards Mo Fan.

At this moment, on Mo Fan’s body, a golden energy barrier burst out, extremely dazzling.

This move fell on the golden energy barrier on Mo Fan.

boom!

A terrifying low roar resounded suddenly at this moment.

Immediately afterwards, the demon cultivator’s face suddenly changed, only to feel a mysterious force rushing towards it like a vast ocean.

The next moment, its body flew out like a cannonball and landed heavily on the ground.

Mo Fan smiled indifferently and charged again, the Fan Sword in his hand slammed out at this moment, slashing the brown bear in front of him with a sword.

“Roar!”

The brown bear let out a miserable cry, and the whole body was split in half by this ordinary sword.

Blood poured out like a spring.

Holding the Fan Sword in his hand, Mo Fan proudly stepped in the void, his long hair fluttered, his expression swept around indifferently, and he said coldly, “Come on, keep coming!”

When the monks of the Wan Yaozu heard this, their expressions changed, and they stared at Mo Fan in front of them.

“Looking for death!” A cultivator roared in a low voice, and gas came out of his nose. The cultivator’s body was a bull demon, with horns on its forehead, emitting a dazzling cold light. I saw that he stepped out. step.

Swish!

He left an afterimage on the spot.

The young Pangu raised his head, he was holding the Heaven-Opening Axe in his right hand, and when he saw this scene, he was about to shoot, but at this moment, Mo Fan said, “Brother Pangu, let me do it myself!”

Pan Gu was slightly taken aback.