The crazy junior sister Yin turned into a dog, and the sky was full of gods and Buddhas and took a d

A white light flashed, and a buzzing sound came from the three spears in Ming Fan's hands.

After being tortured for so long by the Taoist Divine Doctor in the Picture of Ten Thousand Demons, the relationship between her and Sanmao has warmed up a lot.

As soon as Ming Fan moved, Sanmao knew what she was thinking. He shook the sword and it turned into several sword shadows, stabbing towards the eight people who were besieging her.

The man with the machete held the machete horizontally in front of him, using brute force to withstand the attack, and looked at Ming Fan with a grin.

The look in his eyes was determined, as if Ming Fan was already a dead man.

Ming Fan couldn't help but frown. Why was there such a big difference between them when they both used machetes?

He Mu’s machete is a pleasure to look at, and then look at this, wow.

Mingfan is thinking

The scarred man who was with the machete man came around behind Ming Fan at some point, and seeing Ming Fan still standing there motionless, he grinned and punched the unconscious Ming Fan without hesitation.

As soon as he threw a punch, the temperature around him instantly rose, and his fist was vaguely covered by a layer of red flames.

To him, his fist is his sword.

Over the years, many people have died from his punch.

If this punch filled with spiritual power really hits someone, it will at least injure someone if not kill him.

This is the one with the highest reward on the bounty order. I thought he was so difficult to deal with, but it turns out he is just a monk who has reached the state of out-of-body experience.

The old man Wang Ting who was hiding in the dark frowned. Usually this girl seemed quite smart, but what happened today? The enemy was almost right before her, but she didn't move.

Ming Fan noticed the movement behind him and did not move.

She never thought of hiding.

There was a loud bang, followed by a wail that echoed through the sky.

Scarface held his fist, sweating coldly from the pain, and looked at Mingfan in horror.

The fist hit Ming Fan, but it felt like it hit a mountain.

Ming Fan was still standing there, nothing had happened, but looking at his fist again, it was bloody and the bones in his palm were showing signs of cracking.

He had never met such a tough opponent before, and meeting her today was like hitting a wall.

Ming Fan turned around and smiled at the scarred man.

"It's OK for tickling, but it's still not close to killing someone."

Scarface spat out a mouthful of blood when he heard that.

Ming Fan jumped back a few steps in disgust. Really, the cultivators nowadays have poor endurance.

When the man with the machete saw his companion injured, his face turned dark and he raised his machete to slash at Ming Fan ferociously.

Ming Fan raised his eyes and looked at the other six people who were stunned by Scarface's experience, and waved.

"Didn't I tell you? Let's go together. I'm in a hurry."

"..."

It’s so deceiving!

The six men no longer hesitated and attacked Ming Fan like crazy.

The corner of old man Wang Ting's mouth twitched, and he had to admit that when it came to attracting hatred, she was indeed good at it.

At this time, Ming Fan was surrounded from all sides.

Two masked men were approaching her with strange swords emitting murderous aura in their hands.

In front of him was the man with a machete who came eager for revenge.

As for the four monks who had used the spirit butterflies earlier, they were probably not good at close combat. One of them stood behind them and began to form strange seals with his hands.

Ming Fan counted the number of people in his mind, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, just the right number, not more, not less.

After a moment, the machete man was close to Ming Fan and angrily scolded him: "How dare you hurt my junior brother."

The machete, mixed with violent spiritual power, fell towards Mingfan's shoulder.

Ming Fan snapped his fingers, and a killing array was set up around him.

The spiritual power rolled up from the four formation centers accurately hit the four men in purple.

The three spears spun in front of Ming Fan and headed straight for the two masked men beside her.

Every sword strikes the vital point.

After dealing with this, Ming Fan raised his hand again and extended two fingers before the machete fell on his shoulder.

The huge machete was held in her hand so lightly.

"you!"

"I?"

Ming Fan looked at the stunned machete man with a smile, tightened his fingers and pulled, then stretched out his other hand and punched the machete man in the abdomen.

Her punch carried the power of the Red Lotus Heart Fire, and her fist was flickering with a layer of red flames like Scarface.

The man with the machete flew out and fell beside Scarface, blood gushing out of his mouth and nose.

Before Scarface could say anything, he saw his fellow apprentice turn into ashes in front of him.

"Killing people, this is how it is done, have you learned it?"

Ming Fan looked at the scarred face that had lost all color and walked towards him step by step.

"I've learned it."

Scarface spoke tremblingly, and his previous arrogance was gone.

"Now that you have learned it, go down and accompany your senior brother."

Ming Fan turned around and heard screams and the sound of crackling flames behind him.

The two masked men had just escaped from the attack range of the three spears and turned around to see this scene. A hint of regret flashed in their eyes for a moment.

They didn't expect that an out-of-body experience at the same level as them would be so difficult to deal with.

"Let's go together." Ming Fan said lightly.

The four purple-robed monks looked at each other and retreated together.

"No more?" Ming Fan pointed to his head.

"..."

Sorry...

Several people looked at each other with encouragement in their eyes, and they all hoped that the other party would rush up to confront Ming Fan.

After a while, several people retreated instead of advancing, and retreated vigilantly together.

Damn it, if they had known this was a life-threatening question, they wouldn’t have come.

The gap is too big. They have no chance of winning against Ming Fan.

Where's the promised out-of-body experience? All eight of them together are no match for this one out-of-body experience!

This is not an out-of-body experience at all, it is clearly a spirit transformation that is one level lower than theirs!

After Sanmao forced back the two masked men, he returned to Mingfan.

One sword and one man, in their eyes, they looked like the black and white evil spirits.

"Then it's my turn next."

Ming Fan saw them retreating step by step, and his figure disappeared on the spot. When he reappeared, he was already behind several people.

What a great speed.

“Damn it, fight her!

I don't believe that we can't seriously injure her if we combine our strength!"

A look of determination and ruthlessness flashed across the faces of the remaining six people.

Ming Fan pretended to be deaf, took the three spears in his hand and winked at everyone.

"The little flying stick is here."

After saying that, he actually picked up three spears and stabbed directly at me.

There is no sword intent, no preparation, and no fancy moves.

Just stabbed like that.

No matter how they attacked, Ming Fan could always sneak behind them like a ghost and stab the sword in his hand directly into their most vulnerable part.

Everyone: "..."

Pervert, absolutely perverted!

The old man in the royal court: "..."

I didn't realize that this little girl looked abnormal, but she was actually even more abnormal.

Three Spears: "..."

It gradually reconciled with itself and learned to accept its fate.

Ming Fan moved and stabbed at the same time, and she gave this move a domineering name.

"Do you know the name of my move?" Ming Fan suddenly asked.

Seeing that they didn't respond, Ming Fan said to himself: "This move is called the Soul-Chasing and Life-Taking Sword."

So domineering, she likes it!

The corners of Elder Wang Ting's mouth twitched again, and he secretly despised in his heart, you know how to be domineering.

"I told you, hurry up."

Ming Fan retracted the three spears, and hundreds of talismans fell.

……

After dealing with the few people here, Ming Fan shouted into the darkness.

"Elder, come out."

The figure of Elder Wang Ting appeared from the darkness and looked at Ming Fan, and then there was a moment of silence.

Ming Fan clapped his hands and walked in front of Elder Wang Ting.

"I didn't expect that a head as big as mine would only be worth three thousand high-grade spirit stones."

"Not much." Elder Wang Ting agreed.

Ming Fan glanced at the setting sun in the distance, and his figure disappeared in a flash.

The most important account has not yet been settled.