"There is no strong person beside Jiang Fan, and he himself is even less likely to shake the formation. Who is it? How could he escape our detection?"
For the first time, Yousei showed an expression of disbelief.
"Or...is he not Jiang Fan, but someone else pretending to be him?"
The sick man slowly opened his eyes, but with a hint of joking: "It's also a reasonable explanation..."
At the scene, Yao Chen roared angrily: "There is no turning back when the bow is fired. If he doesn't die today, we will die tomorrow. Kill him!"
Of course, the people behind him understood this truth, and they were fully aware that this might be the only chance to kill Jiang Xiaoyao. Who could do anything if they missed today and faced this terrifying monster?
The other two groups of troops were undoubtedly real dead soldiers. Under the command of Wu Feng and the men in black, they rushed over without fear of death.
Jiang Fan looked at them, his heart calm, without a trace of emotion. He slowly stretched out a finger, and countless electric lights burst out from the fingertips, like a spider web. Anyone caught in it would tremble and be unable to control themselves.
Jiang Fan stretched his fingers flat and moved forward very slowly. The person in front of him only saw a huge finger coming like a mountain, and the next moment it was crushed to pieces.
With one finger, a great martial master appeared.
As Jiang Fan moved forward, the people who were frozen in mid-air fell one after another, shaped like dumplings, and they were obviously dead. Among these people, the weakest one is the Grandmaster, and the strongest one is the Great Martial Lord.
The little fox was so shocked by this scene that he almost forgot to follow if he wasn't pulled by the monkey.
This is not a human being, this is a god!
In an instant, everyone present felt an overwhelming feeling.
When Yuelai came to the top floor, Zhang sighed softly: "Kunlun, after all, it is Kunlun, an existence that cannot be rivaled."
The waiter looked horrified: "But this isn't right... He's too young, with this level of cultivation..."
Zhang shook his head: "Kunlun, it's unattainable, maybe it's some kind of secret method, just watch it."
Xiao Er stared at the battlefield below, and a huge wave surged in his heart: "Is it Kunlun walking..."
Zhang seemed to be murmuring to himself: "Kunlun walkers of all generations have only entered the world to seek opportunities to become immortals. The only one who is abnormal is that person a thousand years ago. This generation of walkers has once again gone against the norm and intervened in human disputes. What are you... going to do?"
"Kill! He is alone, let's go together and kill him!" The man in black, his eyes red, roared angrily.
"There is no way out, kill——!" Wu Feng vibrated his iron gun and roared as well.
The battle started again. As Jiang Fan walked forward, countless assassins were like locusts, following one after another.
But Jiang Fan's eyes were shining with silver light, and he was just walking slowly step by step. The people who rushed towards him seemed to be hit by the stormy waves, surged up, were knocked away, rushed up, and died. As Jiang Fan moved forward, a strange scene unexpectedly formed.
Someone in the distance stared at this incredible scene, his face changed, and he sighed for a long time: "The king is angry and everything changes... Jiang Xiaoyao, no wonder you dare to walk alone in the world, the world has been deceived by you..."
However, this scene is not only mysterious, but also bizarre. One person is leading the way, and there are no others to take the lead, but behind him are a woman holding a child and a monkey carrying a stick.
But no one knew that there was a fat old man lying like a drunkard next to a pile of baskets at the corner of the street. At this moment, he was raising his upper body, eyes wide open, and burping wine in his mouth.
"What...what's going on...you little bastard, I knew it wasn't that simple, Taoist Master, even the master hid it...or the second brother has a vision...it's okay, thanks to Taoist Master, I'm here in Taiyue to do it for you..." You have been dealing with this for so long..."
Jiang Fan's eyes were cold and his heart was still. For the first time, he felt that he had touched the edge of Grandpa Jiu. Everything around him seemed to be slowing down. Very slowly. He could even see the beard of a guy rushing towards him. Trembling slowly, someone's throat swallowed, and a bit of blood exploded like a flower blooming...
But he had never felt calm and indifferent in his heart. He was very conscious and understood that he was killing, but there was no disturbance at all. In the calm, he did not understand why he was so indifferent and regarded human life as nothing. However, this question, But it doesn't affect his mood, let alone his shots.
With a casual grab, he crushed a great master in the air, his eyes condensed, and he penetrated a martial master. He stepped out with one foot, and electric current overflowed. Several assassins on the ground jumped up directly, and their seven orifices spurted blood in the electric current package.
"Kill one person in ten steps, leave no trace in a thousand miles..."
Zhang sighed softly: "When he wrote this poem, did he think about today?"
Although the waiter is still shocked at this moment, his consciousness has obviously recovered: "If it is a secret method, it may not last long."
Zhang nodded: "So, his purpose is to leave the city and go to Mount Tai."
The waiter was stunned: "Don't he understand that Taiyue is conniving at this matter?"
Zhang said lightly: "Of course he understands and knows why he showed his true colors? As long as he enters the mountain as Jiang Fan, whether he is asking to see the Five Elders as the Holy Envoy of the Supervisor, or visiting the imperial court in the name of King Zhenxi, he will You can’t do it again.”
The waiter was stunned for a moment, his eyes moved, and he seemed to understand.
"That's true... Once you enter the mountain, no matter whether it's the imperial court or the holy land, you can't pretend that you can't see it anymore."
"Therefore, he must be trapped in the city, at least not allowed to cross the ten miles between Dai City and Taiyue."
The waiter frowned slightly: "But if it is a secret method, can it last until then? There must be fierce killings along the way."
Zhang turned his fingers and said: "I can't support it, but don't forget, there is a fat man behind me."
"But he didn't know."
"So... this kid must have a backup plan. And the thunderous strike at the beginning is obviously showing something."
Jiang Fan seemed to be walking very slowly, but unexpectedly he had reached the city gate in just half a cup of tea.
In this short journey of less than a mile, he killed at least a hundred strong men, and the journey was bloody.
There must be thunder and murderous intent at the city gate.
Jiang Fan's heart was clear and clear. That state was very strange. He was killing indifferently on the one hand and thinking calmly on the other, without affecting each other.
But he also realized the difference in his physical body. It was really stronger. Even after using a hundred years of skill, he still didn't feel tired at all. He didn't notice that his skill was fading as fast as before. Judging from this situation, he only used a hundred years of skill. , can hold at least one stick of incense.
In particular, he discovered that the chaotic innate energy in his body actually began to fuse this time. The hundred-year-old skill could only be reduced by 30% at most, and the real combat power was probably equivalent to Grandpa Jiu's practice of one year.
This Jiazi is an innate Qi that surpasses Hou Tianyuan. It is no exaggeration to say that even if he faces the Great Sage, he will not be afraid at all.
But at the same time, he was also having doubts in his heart. Although the people who fought all the way were very strong, there were only a few venerables and martial saints. There were very few truly strong people, and the vast majority were just grandmasters and grandmasters. , the opponent seems to want to win with numbers, but it shouldn't be based on the opponent's background... This makes Jiang Fan more and more doubtful. Perhaps, everything is just the beginning...
Feng Chen stared at Jiang Fan with burning eyes as he walked towards the city gate: "It's such a magical secret method, but it's a pity... there is also a secret treasure waiting for him at the city gate."
Yun Ruo frowned slightly: "You guys are really generous."
Fengchen sneered: "Yun Ruo, I don't want you, Taihua is among them."
