'Xuan Tian's sword intention expressed, damn! Jianwan! Run! Run to the tomb!'

Needless to say, Xuantian Jianyi said that Li Fan simply turned around and ran away into the tomb without taking his head back.

He could hear Yuan Xuanbao roaring behind him, just like the roaring of the apes on both sides of the river when the boat came all the way. It seemed that they rushed forward. But there was no sound in the next moment, probably the same end.

, was instantly beheaded and beheaded.

Li Fan didn't dare to look back, for fear that when he turned his head, a rainbow line would chase after him and cut off his head. But maybe it was because these two senior brothers sacrificed their lives to block it that he was called one.

He sprinted, rolled, and rolled into the cave of the tomb.

'Xuan Tian's sword intention means, the host runs inside! Don't stop! I will help you block his consciousness. If he can't lock you, he can't kill you with a sword! Hide in the tomb first, and then directly use the sword light!

'

Li Fan ran wildly all the way on his hands and knees, his adrenal glands were surging, his heart was beating wildly, he was breathing heavily, his lungs seemed to be filled with ice, and his ribs were swollen and painful.

If Xuantian's sword intention hadn't been chirping wildly, if there hadn't been blood in the inn before, if it hadn't been for the painting style of this world, he would have had some psychological foreshadowing, maybe he wouldn't have been able to

Just now, the whole person was covered in place, unable to think and allowed to be slaughtered.

But just now, the boy who was chatting and eating stinky tofu together suddenly lost his head right in front of his eyes. Just because they knew each other, had drinks and talked together, this shock was far more shocking than the bloody scene in the inn.

It's all very real and terrifying.

But the most ironic thing is that at this moment, Li Fan couldn't feel much sorrow or pain, nor did he feel any guilt for abandoning his companions and running away. He even felt the slightest fear towards the Taoist priest who inexplicably shot out his sword and killed his fellow disciples.

.

Even he couldn't help but take a look at the system, but found that the system didn't even indicate that his mood had dropped a bit.

‘Li Fan, calm down’

You have to say! He was just calm! He was just running all the way! Escape calmly!

Because Li Fan knew that at this time, he could only survive by doing this.

Just like when he saw so many people dying in front of his eyes in the inn, it seemed as if these life and death were like an ice stream pouring down from Li Fan's head, leaving his mind without any unnecessary confusion.

There is room for emotions to be involved.

Li Fan only thinks about one thing,

To survive.

To survive,

Because how could he die like this?

How could he just die like the rotten flesh in the inn?

Let go of those idiots who kill innocent people indiscriminately just because they are powerful!!

The boy, whose clothes and clothes were scattered after running away, and whose face was unkempt and covered with dust, hit the shovel and flew back to the bottom of the tomb, to the door of the underground palace. He pressed his back against the rock wall and hid among the fake servants who were buried with him. He already had the shepherd in his hand.

Long took out the four-foot magic sword from Yu Jue, held it in his arms as if holding a rifle, and pressed the talisman seal on the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands.

' Xuantian Sword Intent said, the host should not panic, there is no use. The sword pill in this guy's mouth is at least a third-grade flying sword. To be able to control this kind of spiritual sword, he must have at least a middle-stage golden elixir or higher level of spiritual knowledge, which is at least a big difference.

You will definitely not be able to defeat him at level 4! Just tear off the seal and let out the sword light!'

Let it go now? Is it accurate? Don’t wait until he gets closer...

'Xuantian Sword Intention said, host, don't think too much. Can the golden elixir stage still stand still for you to take aim at? Don't wait any longer and just use the sword light to fight! As long as the Taoist priest can be frightened and hesitate, hold on.

There will be a chance of survival when your senior brother Lu comes back!'

What if you can’t come back in time?

'Xuan Tian's sword intention means that if you don't come back in time, you will die! Not to mention that you have used up all your true Qi, even if I personally go to the Qi training stage with my sword Qi, I can't even break his skin!'

Damn—! Damn it!

Li Fan didn't know who he was scolding, although he still hesitated. After all, the magic sword in his hand might be the only one that could cause harm to the golden elixir monks. If he really wanted to throw it out like the sword intention said, it would be really hard for him to throw it out like that.

It's too risky.

But the situation did not allow him to hesitate, because Li Fan heard the bell.

There was a ringing sound coming from the tomb passage behind me!

Without any further hesitation, Li Fan lifted up the talisman, and amidst the shouts of Xuantian's sword intention: "Throw it further, throw it further, throw it further, squat with your head in your hands", he stretched out his sword and moved it towards the cemetery tunnel where he had rolled and crawled.

He threw it, tore the talisman apart, and then huddled up holding his head.

Although his eyes were closed, he could see the bright light shining brightly from his consciousness. The sword he was offering was unsheathed, and four sword lights shot out, like an unfolding fan, suddenly opened, and then penetrated the entire mountain where the tomb is located.

, shooting out towards the sky. In the distance, it seemed like four beams of searchlights were shining directly through the clouds from the bottom of the mountain ridge, breaking through the sky.

And the layer upon layer of dense sword shadows were projected at this moment. In the dark cave, like a silver net covered with spider silk, it shone for a moment, but in the path of one of the sword lights, the sword was thrown down.

A shadow was projected on the palace door of the underground palace. The tomb door, which was cast in bronze and made of rock, was cut into pieces of fine squares and collapsed suddenly.

The funeral utensils and terracotta figurines in the tomb were all swept away by the sword light and shattered into mustard powder. Even if Li Fan huddled in a ball in the corner, a sword shadow was reflected three inches on his back.

Immediately I felt a twinge of pain, and then a bloody opening opened, with bones visible deep inside.

But he was lucky enough not to die... No, it wasn't luck.

Li Fan raised his head, and something like a silver-white bamboo leaf fell from his forehead and landed in his palm.

It was Xuantian's Sword Intent, which was half smaller than the broken blade of the flying sword before. It must have blocked Li Fan's sword shadow just now, and prevented half of his head from being cut off...

Sword intent?

There was no reply from Xuantian's sword intention, and his vitality was probably severely damaged again, so there was no hope.

I lowered my head again and saw Kun huddled up in his arms. Well, this guy is the luckiest and is fine at all.

Then from the corridor, there was the sound of jingling bells and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground!

Are you dead?

"Boy, I know you're not dead."

The Taoist priest's voice, which he had only heard for a few words, but which I was afraid Li Fan would never forget in his lifetime, rang out almost without any pause.

grass--!

Li Fan gritted his teeth, endured the huge pain, and inserted Xuantian Sword Intent in his hand into the sword wound on his back. He only hoped that Xuantian Sword Intent could quickly recover in his blood like before.

Cultivation is good to help.

Although his face was distorted by the pain and his nose almost spit out, he finally had the strength to get up.

"This is the sword light of Mo Jian. Where did you get it? Could it be... that it's Mu Long Boy?"

The Taoist priest's voice was like a steel needle, piercing into Li Fan's eardrums with sadness. It seemed as if he was close at hand, but also as if he was far away. I don't know whether it was the pain on his back that affected Li Fan's judgment, or whether it was the same.

Some kind of magic. But Li Fan just felt like his headache was going to explode.

"It stands to reason that there should be a golden elixir disciple leading you... Where is he now... Who do you belong to... With your cultivation level in the Qi training period, how did you stop my consciousness from locking in just now...

What is your Taoist number..."

The Taoist priest's voice sounded far and near, left and right, echoing in the tomb, making it impossible to tell the direction.

But there is no need to distinguish!

I don't even dare to come up and chop off Li Fan's head. Isn't it just because I was caught off guard and was swept away by the sword light that I was injured just like that? 50-50, everyone!

"My nickname is your father!"

Li Fan grabbed the broken pottery figurine next to him, roared and threw it at the sword he had just thrown into the corridor!

The moment the pottery figurine fell to the ground, the red dragon was in the air, and a flaming snake swept out from the other end of the corridor, rolling up the red fire that filled the sky. The flames flowed into the sea of ​​fire, as blazing as hell, and almost all the living creatures in the tomb were killed.

Exploded into flying ash. If Li Fan had just gritted his teeth and rushed to pick up the sword, he might have been burned by this fire snake and turned into charcoal!

But fortunately Li Fan rushed to the other side!

He could almost feel the severe pain of being crushed by a heavy hammer, and most of the flesh on his back was scorched! His whole body was blown away by the scorching waves of the flame explosion, and he was suddenly blasted into the tomb owner's bedroom with the door wide open.

inside!

"Ahem! No offense! It's all up to you, brother!" At this time, even Li Fan himself was surprised, why he hadn't fainted yet and could still speak and move.

But he kept crawling and grabbed a mummy lying at the door of the tomb. Looking at the pile of funerary objects and the eight-clawed python robe on it, he knew that even if the prince was in front of him, he would not care about offending him.

Yes, he pulled out the jade purification bottle, poured the evil spirit inside into the mummy's mouth, and then threw the mummy out of the palace and roared.

"The decision is yours! Come on, General Zombie King!"

The 'Zombie King General' fell into the tomb hall with a splat, a small leg bone flew out, and a small piece of shoulder blade stuck to Li Fan's blood-stained palm...

For a moment, there was an awkward silence in the tomb.

"...Hmph, hum, haha, hahahahaha! You are quite interesting, boy!"

The laughter came from far to near, and Li Fan's heart almost sank to the bottom.

The white-faced Taoist priest walked into the tomb passage with a pair of red and phoenix eyes staring at Li Fan at the other end of the tomb.

The two flames that looked like wings on the back of his head were suddenly reduced to the size of flames. They were obviously injured by the sword light.

He was holding a big bloody head in his left hand, but it wasn't Chen Daotong's, but the Suan Ni head. The incision was flat, as smooth as a mirror, and it was cut neatly along the top of the neck. It should have been the same one just now.
To be continued...