When the old Taoist priest heard that Su Fan wanted to fight back, he still sneered. He didn't care who was behind Su Fan now, he just wanted Su Fan to die here!

This is the grassland of the Great Yuan Kingdom. Death here can only become the food for the grassland wolf. By then, he will kill the rest of the people. Wouldn't he die without evidence?

The old Taoist priest simply did not respond to Su Fan's words, but just slowly raised his hand.

He closed his fingers together and waved his fingers from top to bottom. The three flying swords behind him were like arrows flying away.

This time, it was even more fierce by the previous sword!

Three swords flew side by side from top to bottom, facing Su Fan's throat, chest, and dantian!

Lingxi blocked a sword with one finger. Could it be that he could still use the three swords in one breath?

The old Taoist priest also saw that when Su Fan took action, Lingxi's finger was not very stable, which means that the other party was not skilled.

Since he is not skilled, what else can he worry about?

Looking at the three swords flying towards him, Su Fan had long lost his contempt. With his strength, it was not difficult to kill this old Taoist priest.

But he had to pay attention to the old Taoist priest's flying sword method. Even if he was a master, he would probably have to pay attention to this method!

This time, Su Fan did not use Lingxi's fingers, but instead raised his sword and dodged out.

The old Taoist priest followed the movement with his sword fingers, and the three flying swords followed closely behind. It seemed that he would not give up until he killed Su Fan!

The nomadic bags in Langtu's team were flying in white clothes, and three cold lights followed closely behind them.

Three flying swords quickly caught up with Su Fan and kept flying by as they came.

Su Fan also held up his sword to block it, and looked around.

This area is considered an open space, and it is just right for use in action!

"Ding Ding Ding!"

Su Fan danced the long sword in his hand, blocking the three flying swords, then turned around his internal force, and circulated a large circle in his body!

"Master, you can try to take my sword too!"

After saying that, the sword in his hand turned slightly, and the cold light followed, and more than ten dazzling sword lights flew out from behind, which made people feel a little unbearable.

The old Taoist priest also had a considerable understanding of swordsmanship. He was also a little surprised to see such a sword light emitted from behind Su Fan.

This young man is obviously a sword-user, so why is he still so good at using swords?

How can you improve your level by wasting your energy?

The most important thing is that the old Taoist priest felt the internal force stronger than him from the youth's expression. Just in terms of the momentum emitted by the other party, this is already stronger than him!

Who is he?

Half-step master!

Better than him... Isn't that the level of a master?

But how could this young man be at the level of a master? When did such a young man be among the thirty-seven masters?

"Impossible, how could you be the Grandmaster?"

The old Taoist priest said in a panic: "This is impossible...This is absolutely impossible..."

He could not believe that the realm he had pursued for his whole life was actually worse than a young man in the end. Such things made him feel a little unacceptable.

After all, he is a unique existence in the swordsmanship. Just by using this flying sword technique, no one in the world can do it except him!

How could he lose to a young man with such a peerless genius?

"This sword was taught by my friend, I'll send the Taoist priest to the road!"

Su Fan snorted coldly, then raised his hand and slashed out, and the sword energy around him surrounded him, flying softly as if it was a fairy energy.

In this "fairy energy", Su Fan transformed into an immortal in the sky, and a red mark appeared between his eyebrows.

A sword comes from the west, and an immortal flying from the sky!

The old Taoist priest wanted to struggle for a while, but no matter how he mobilized his internal strength, he could not continue to activate the three flying swords. The sword-holding immortal in front of him had already arrived in front of him!

The next moment, there was a dizzy turn. He widened his eyes, and his eyes were actually in the scene from all angles around him.

Especially behind the white-clothed sword fairy, a headless corpse stood there, without a drop of blood flowing out, but the Taoist robed corpse stood so straight, without any reaction, and raised his hands and raised his sword fingers!

Isn't this his body?

Since his body is over there, then his head...

In the last breath, his eyes slowly raised and he looked at Su Fan, who was standing in front of him with a snow-white fox fur. Half of the sword in his hand pierced under his head!

A sword cut his head?

Su Fan slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbid air mixed with coldness and said in a deep voice: "Flying sword technique? Isn't as good as my flying immortal in this world?"

The old Taoist priest didn't know what he had experienced until he died, nor did he know who killed him, nor how he died.

Finally, there are only four words that are introduced into his ear:

"Flying immortals from the sky!"

It turned out that this young man with snow-white fox fur actually used the unique skills of the Lord of Baiyun City Ye Gucheng. No wonder he saw a sword immortal appear.

No one knows whether there are immortals in the sky, but there are immortals on earth!

Ye Gucheng's unique skill alone is enough to tell everything!

This sword is worthy of the title of him by people in the world!

Su Fan shook his head slightly, threw the old Taoist priest's head out of the sword, and then inserted the long sword at his feet without being thrown away.

His eyes swept across the people around him.

The people around were all terrified, and no one dared to look at Su Fan's eyes.

"Elder Tuza, how can you get to Bambudua?"

Su Fan looked at Tuzalili, the red dot on the middle of his eyebrows had dissipated, and his temperament had also regained the feeling of being a little afraid of things.

"What are you doing in Matsushima? Who are you?"

Tuzalili stared at Su Fan tightly, and did not say the answer Su Fan needed.

Su Fan smiled and said, "I am a person from the Ming Dynasty. As for the reason... you don't need to know."

"Is your surname Su true or not?"

Tuzalili frowned, as if she had guessed Su Fan's identity in her heart.

With such a good appearance and strong strength, and even more surnamed Su, it seems that there is only one person like this in the world.

"Okay, you'd better stop talking."

Su Fan smiled bitterly and said, "I'll ask others."

As he said that, he turned to look at a young man from the Ming Dynasty, stepped forward and said, "Tell me where Bamboo Budhaya is going!"

"there……"

The young man was frightened and hurriedly pointed in one direction: "Walking over there, you can reach Matsubuki in just one day."

Su Fan glanced at that direction and frowned slightly.

One day...it seems like it's too late to get there. Could it be that I have to stay here for one night?

He looked back at Tuzalili and smiled, "Elder Tuza, you have collected 500 taels of silver. I will help you solve the trouble here. I will stay here for one night, right?"
Chapter completed!