Da Bong fights more people

Second Uncle Xu's voice was sharp, his expression was sad and ruthless, and his eyes were red.

The warlock in white didn't look at him, and said softly:

"When I was young, I often brought him here to show him my formation. This is the secret base of our brothers. Later, the formation here became more and more perfect and stronger, and it condensed half of my life. hard work.

"But I can't give up this place because I can't let it go. It's not safe here, because besides me, there is Erlang who knows. You guessed it right, when I appear in full view, the technique of shielding the secrets will be broken by itself .Erro will think of me again.

"That's why I deliberately blocked your existence, so that his memory will be messed up again."

But you didn't expect that I had already understood the profound meaning of the art of shielding the secrets... Xu Qi'an remained expressionless.

Second Uncle Xu bumped his head into the Qi Realm, his head was bleeding, and he roared:

"Xu Pingfeng, you are not as good as a pig or a dog. He is your son, my nephew. Even if the tiger's poison does not eat children, what are you doing?"

The muscles on his face were distorted, and the veins on his forehead were bulging one by one, making him look quite ferocious.

It was the first time Xu Qi'an saw his second uncle so furious.

The white-clothed warlock said indifferently: "This is a matter between our father and son. I gave his life."

boom!

Xu Pingzhi slammed his fist on the Qi Realm, like an old beast being stimulated, ferocious and ruthless:

"Father and son? Are you worthy! Are you worthy to be his father? He is the son of my Xu family and I raised him. If you want to kill him, have you asked me and have I agreed? The formation is opened, I will kill you, I will kill you!!"

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He beat the Qi Realm with his fists, and his fists were dripping with blood.

Second Uncle...... Xu Qi'an watched silently, watching a middle-aged man go berserk.

Xu Pingzhi was submissive at home, but slippery outside, and the aggressive spirit he had cultivated in the battlefield had long been wiped out in the officialdom.

But no matter how submissive a man is, if his own child is in danger, he will strike hard without hesitation.

Even if it's an elephant.

The warlock in white retracted his gaze, glanced at Xu Qi'an, and twitched the corner of his mouth:

"But it's too late!"

With a strong tug, he pulled out the luck that ordinary people couldn't see from the top of Xu Qi'an's head little by little.

During this process, Xu Qi'an's body was constantly chapped, bleeding profusely, his mouth and nose kept bleeding, and he screamed in pain.

The nephew's roar was like a heavy hammer hitting Xu Pingzhi's heart, making him tremble all over.

The old man suddenly didn't dare to be arrogant anymore, he knelt down against the air world, begging bitterly:

"Don't kill him, big brother, please, don't kill him, he is my raised child, my cub, please don't kill him......

"I have raised him for 21 years, you can't do this, you really can't do this... Brother, it seems that for the sake of the past, you can give him back to me."

The sorcerer in white has a heart of stone, turning a blind eye to it, and pulling out his luck on his own.

"Back off!"

Zhao Shou waved his sleeves to push Second Uncle Xu away. Then, he put on the Confucian crown, and held a carving knife in his right hand, which was tucked in his sleeve.

The Confucian crown and the carving knife soared into the sky, echoing each other.

Zhao Shou held the carving knife and stabbed towards it. Under the blessing of the sub-sage crown and the third-rank great scholar, the carving knife burst into a sky-high clear light, and the large formation that the white-clothed warlock spent more than 30 years was broken in an instant.

The outermost air world collapsed and could no longer block the entry of outsiders.

"Here, you must not remove your luck."

Zhao Shou announced.

But this time, the Confucian method of speaking has no effect.

The action of the white-clothed warlock's removal was somewhat blocked, but he quickly got rid of the effect of speaking out.

"This place is different from the laws of the outside world. If your Confucianism wants to dominate my "world", you have to ask me if I agree."

The warlock in white let out a "hey", full of confidence.

Zhao Shou stepped forward and stabbed out the Confucian sage's carving knife again, and the sub-sage Confucian crown sprinkled water-like clear light and blessed it on the carving knife.

Zhao Shoudao: "Break the formation!"

The spoken method is blessed on the carving knife along with the strength.

Since you change the rules, I can also break the formation.

Holding the knife seemed to have turned into a scorching sun, and the clear light was so intense that it was almost white. It advanced rapidly, accompanied by layers of formations that collapsed.

This peerless grand formation composed of [-] formations cannot stop a third-rank Confucian who wears a Confucian crown and holds a carving knife.

Even if the main battle is a second-grade warlock.

But for the white-clothed warlock, it was expected that he would not be able to stop the third-rank Confucian with full firepower. What he wanted was to delay time, because most of Xu Qi'an's luck had been taken out.

At this moment, a knife light full of chilling intentions emerged from the void, smashing formation talismans one after another.

Sword intent is unparalleled.

When the white-clothed warlock pressed his spare hand, a certain pattern lit up, forming an air wall, blocking the light of the saber.

The light of the knife slashed on the air wall, like a mud cow entering the sea, disappearing.

send!

He sent the knife light away.

"Teleportation is prohibited here."

Zhao Shou gave a countermeasure calmly. With the collapse of the formation, Confucianism said that the power of the method followed further invaded this place.

The void suddenly boiled up, and one after another, the Unmatched Saber Intent emerged, unstoppable, cutting off the pattern.

This made it easier for Zhao Shou to advance forward, and when he saw that he was about to rush to the front, suddenly, the eyes of the old man Tian Gu's body, which had no eyeballs but only the whites of the eyes, faintly lit up.

Zhao Shou lost his target all of a sudden, he stood there in a daze, the front was empty, without Xu Qi'an and the warlock in white.

This is a "unknown" method, it hides Xu Qi'an and the white-clothed warlock to delay time.