There was an explosion sound like landslides and ground cracks, and the entire cliff was shaking. Countless sparks and flames shot up into the sky, interweaving into a terrifying web of death
All the monks around were so frightened that their scalps were numb, they fled back quickly, and released the strongest protective magic weapon and the strongest body protection qi.
Even so, there are still more than a hundred low-level monks who were shocked by the rocket and suffered internal injuries, spurting out big mouthfuls of old blood
After three breaths.
The sparks dissipated, and there was a scorched black earth pit tens of meters deep on the ground.
The three Nascent Soul mid-stage monks had disappeared, and only a charred body lay on the edge of the pit.
This body was completely unrecognizable, all the hair on his robes was burnt, and even his skin was scorched black. An extremely weak aura emanated from his scorched mouth, as if it might be cut off at any time.
Obviously, he was Butcher Wei.
"It's not dead yet!" Lu Fan's face turned pale, and his brows were slightly frowned.
Now his fire source has been cultivated to the realm of Xiaocheng, so he can condense such a terrifying giant arrow.
With this giant arrow, it is enough to instantly kill the mid-stage Nascent Soul, or even the unsuspecting ordinary late-stage Nascent Soul powerhouse.
Lu Fan was a little surprised that Butcher Wei was only 300 meters away from him before, but he could still breathe.
"It seems that he must also have a protective magic weapon similar to the treasure clothes." Lu Fan's eyes flickered slightly, and he muttered in his heart.
Soon, he found some scale-like fragments from the soil beside the opponent.
These fragments must be treasure armor, but it has been blown to pieces by the flame arrow, scorched black, and completely turned into a pile of waste.
Before Lu Fan could take the next step, Butcher Wei completely cut off his vitality.
Lu Fan radiated his spiritual consciousness again, and carefully scanned the corpse to confirm that the other party was indeed dead, and even the Nascent Soul was burned to death in the dantian.
Only then did he look away.
Butcher Wei has the seventh-level cultivation of Yuanying and is wearing a precious armor. If he can be more careful, he will not be shot by Lu Fan with an arrow.
The field suddenly fell into dead silence.
Almost everyone stared at the extremely shocked eyes, looking at the figure in front of them in disbelief.
It is unimaginable that a mere little cultivator in the Jindan stage killed four Nascent Soul cultivators with just one arrow, and one of them was a Nascent Soul seventh-level strongman.
It was the first time for almost all monks to encounter such a shocking scene.
The monks who were originally disdainful had already shrunk aside, and never dared to look at Lu Fan again, with expressions of horror on their faces.
In front of the team of Jianzong and Yaozong.
Yu Xiujie, who was standing upright and standing in place, turned around at this time.
His eyes were cold and his expression was extremely unhappy.
Unexpectedly, Lu Fan not only won, but also directly killed four Nascent Soul experts. With such combat power, even he was moved by it.
"It seems that my son still underestimated him, the generation of small ants can break out such a fighting power!"
"that kid's combat strength is much stronger than before. If he is not killed in time, he may become a serious problem for us in the future!" Zhao Feiyu's face turned even paler.
In addition to the impact of the injury, Lu Fan's fighting power just now also scared her a lot.
She even thought about five days ago.
If it weren't for the twelve golems in her hands, her fate would definitely be a hundred times worse than that of Butcher Wei.
"Google!"
Thinking of this, she couldn't help swallowing her saliva, and her eyes became even more fearful.
"You don't have to be so nervous, what he is relying on is that big bow. According to my estimate, that big bow is at least an eighth-level spiritual weapon. With his cultivation, if he can pull it once, it is already the limit. Lost With the help of that big bow, he is still a small ant in our eyes!" Yu Xiujie said coldly.
"You mean, at this moment, he is the last of the tyrants?" Zhao Feiyu's eyes lit up, and he asked hastily.
"It must be so." Yu Xiujie nodded affirmatively.
"If this is the case, then we must not miss this golden opportunity. Take advantage of this opportunity and rush directly to kill him to avoid future troubles." Zhao Feiyu's eyes flickered darkly.
Yu Xiujie was about to agree, but when he found out,The expression of the most nervous.
"Young master, that kid's big flaming bow is very important, what should we do?" The black-robed monk behind him looked solemn.
"Although that big bow is very powerful, enough to reach the level of an eighth-level spiritual weapon, but a mere eighth-level spiritual weapon can't threaten me at all. The most troublesome thing is his real fire. That kid's real fire is very bad. Simple, almost reaching the power of the fire of heaven and earth!" The young monk with a pale complexion could see the key point of Lu Fan's flaming arrow at a glance.
"Thishow is this possible? How could his real fire be so powerful?" The black-robed monk shrank his pupils.
"Could it be that there is already a kind of fire of heaven and earth in his body?" Another black-robed monk frowned and asked.
"It's hard to answer this question, unless we can catch him and examine him carefully, then we can get a definite answer." The young monk's eyes were cold.
After his eyes flickered slightly, he continued to say coldly, "Now is not the best time to act. We will find a way to catch him after we enter Fangding Mountain. This time we must not let him slip away again."
"There are only two of them, can they cross this natural moat?" one of the black-robed monks questioned.
"If he can't get over it, then we will do it inside the moat!" The young monk said.
"Inside the moat?" The two black-robed monks were taken aback
Lu Fan stood on the spot, holding a bow in his left hand, his eyes swept across all the monks, especially his enemies.
"Among you, whoever wants to do something, just stand up, and I'll take care of it!" He mobilized his strength and shouted coldly.
This shout was the same as before, with a steady breath and full of energy, and most of the monks present could hear it clearly.
After hearing the shout, everyone was even more shocked.
They didn't expect that Lu Fan had already shot a huge flaming arrow, and he could still have such a strong spiritual power, which shocked everyone.
It also made some lucky people completely give up their plans.
Everyone looked away, or lowered their heads, not daring to look at Lu Fan again.
The same is true for those demon cultivators.
Yaoxiu's skills are generally biased towards the cold attribute, and they are even more afraid of Lu Fan's rocket.
Even the powerhouses of the four major sects turned around and stopped paying attention to Lu Fan.
Everyone's expressions clearly fell into Lu Fan's pupils.
He understood that the thunderous blow just now had finally achieved the deterrent effect he wanted.
He finally broke through the unfavorable situation in front of him.
"Hoo"
He let out a sigh of relief, and a feeling of weakness came from his body.
That arrow was the strongest blow he could unleash, and at the same time, it also consumed most of the spiritual power in his dantian.
With his current cultivation base, he can only shoot one arrow, and if he wants to shoot a second bow, he will have to recover for at least several hours.
He ignored the monks around him, took out four middle-grade spirit stones, sat cross-legged on the edge of the scorched black pit, and began to run the "Tao Sheng Jue" rapidly to restore his cultivation.
As for the red flame bow in his hand, it was still placed between his knees.
At the same time, Ma De also rushed to his side.
"Master, how are you doing?" He asked nervously through voice transmission, Xiao Fang Ding will show up soon, if Lu Fan wears too much, it will be extremely bad for them.
"It's okay, with the help of these four middle-grade spirit stones, I can recover most of my spiritual power in at most half a stick of incense." Lu Fan said via voice transmission.
"Small half stick of incense!" Ma De's complexion changed slightly, if the small square tripod appeared in this little half stick of incense, what should we do? He didn't have any confidence in grabbing Xiao Fang Ding.
"Don't be nervous, Su Mei said, it's soul power, not spiritual power, that is used to snatch Xiao Fang Ding." Lu Fan operated the "Tao Sheng Jue" to frantically absorb the spiritual energy in the middle-grade spirit stone, while calmly transmitting the sound replied.
"That's good." Ma De breathed a sigh of relief, and continued, "Master, you can rest assured to restore your cultivation first, and I will protect the law for you."
"They have been frightened by me. In a short time, we will no longer be in any danger." Lu Fan.
Maddow nodded.
Lu Fan took out the medium-grade spirit stone, sat cross-legged on the ground, and began to restore his cultivation. Naturally, he couldn't hide it from the strong ones of the four major sects and black-robed monks.
However, this did not attract much attention from them.
In their view, a baby who has used at least an eighth-level spiritual weapon once must adjust his breath to recover his spiritual power. Not to mention Lu Fan, even they would do the same.
Therefore, based on this alone, they dare not conclude that most of Lu Fan's cultivation has been consumed, and no one will take this opportunity to sneak attack Lu Fan.
As for the remaining ordinary monks in Yinyang Villa, they have already sneaked away. Their team has lost all the strong men, and if they continue to stay here, it is simply courting death.
Calm was restored on the scene, and everyone's eyes returned to the moat.
However, before twenty breaths had passed, the dark gray light curtain in the sky suddenly opened and fluctuated violently.
"Xiao Fang Ding is about to appear!" There were several excited shouts from the crowd. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com), even they will do the same.
Therefore, based on this alone, they dare not conclude that most of Lu Fan's cultivation has been consumed, and no one will take this opportunity to sneak attack Lu Fan.
As for the remaining ordinary monks in Yinyang Villa, they have already sneaked away. Their team has lost all the strong men, and if they continue to stay here, it is simply courting death.
Calm was restored on the scene, and everyone's eyes returned to the moat.
However, before twenty breaths had passed, the dark gray light curtain in the sky suddenly opened and fluctuated violently.
"Xiao Fang Ding is about to appear!" There were several excited shouts from the crowd. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com