Chapter 295

"Presumptuous!"

"Since you propose a toast and don't take a penalty, then this seat will fulfill you today!"

With a wave of his sleeve robe, the old man in white rushed out more than a dozen figures from behind and shot at Li Xiaofan like a sharp arrow.

These ten are elite disciples of the sect, and the best of them have reached the realm of transforming God.

The rest of them have also reached the level of martial arts with great internal strength.

Moreover, these more than a dozen figures have a degree of hesitation.

From their position, we can see that they follow a mysterious geographical trend, which has become an array to surround Li Xiaofan.

Outside the array, I heard the old man in white say proudly.

"Li Xiaofan, let you taste the power of my mirage gate Kowloon array!"

"Don't look at these disciples in our school. The highest accomplishments are just Huajing, but once they are deployed into a large array, even those who are half step proficient in divine weapons dare not compete with them!"

"I'm giving you one last chance. Now kneel down and beg for mercy and return to my phantom gate. It's still time!"

Li Xiaofan stood with a sword in his hand, almost like the God of heaven, and smiled coldly.

"Just a group of mole ants, shouting in front of me!"

Then he pointed to the sword and made a stroke in the air.

A bright sword was like a meteor chasing the moon. The two phantom sect disciples who rushed in front were waved into two sections on the spot, and their blood soared.

Shua!

Li Xiaofan cut in the air again, and the three disciples were cut in two, just like cutting tofu with a knife. It didn't take much effort at all.

Shua Shua!

At the scene, I saw the sword everywhere. Everywhere I went, there was a scream and wail. Half and half of the bodies were thrown into the air, just like chopping vegetables and melons.

The Kowloon array they built was broken by Li Xiaofan in the blink of an eye.

Li Xiaofan stood with a sword, the blood flowed under his feet, the sunset sank behind him, and the sky seemed to be dyed red by blood. His head smiled.

"The mere mole ants dare to talk about any array in front of me! It's beyond their power!"

All this is a long story, but in fact, it's just a blink of an eye.

More than a dozen elite disciples of the sect were spared.

Meng Fei was so frightened that he peed in his pants and shrank in a corner of the wall, trembling all over.

I thought this guy was a follower, but unexpectedly, he was a bad star!

That elder Liu put his head deep into his chest and remembered that he had just been in front of Li Xiaofan, showing off his power and killing all kinds of people. If he put it right now, I'm afraid he would die a hundred times.

"Smelly boy, you want to die!"

The eyes of the old man in sackcloth became red on the spot, because one of the disciples killed by Li Xiaofan was his own disciple.

If a disciple is killed and a master can't take revenge on him, how can he stand in the world.

"Boy, let you see what the real Kowloon array is!"

After that, more than a dozen elders and supreme elders quickly arranged the array under the leadership of the elders in white and hemp.

Although it is the same array, it is much better than the previous group of disciples. It is powerful and terrible!

Moreover, above this large array, there is a faint dragon spirit.

The breath from them seems to really condense into three dragons. On the top of the agitated mountain, the wind and cloud change color.

"Li Xiaofan, today is your death date!"

The old man in sackcloth stretched out his hand and urged by the big array, the three vaguely formed dragon Qi, about ten meters long, immediately surrounded Li Xiaofan.

Look at the murderous spirit of Ling ran. Even a mountain can be crushed, not to mention human flesh and blood.

Seeing that Li Xiaofan was under control, the elder surnamed Liu dared to raise his head and breathe a sigh of relief.

He once saw with his own eyes that a powerful man with God fell into this array.

In his opinion, even if Li Xiaofan is powerful, he is just a peak of transforming God. What can he take to compete with this big array.

Meng Fei's heart was finally put back to his stomach.

After all, this is the territory of the phantom gate, the dragon's plate and the tiger's lying!

No matter how powerful he is, Li taixuan is still a person. He can't help hating on the spot when he confronts with more than a dozen top experts of the sect!

The eyes of the Chen Dan sisters were full of horror.

"You are also ants in my eyes!"

Li Xiaofan snorted coldly, stretched out his hand and pointed out with a dull sword Qi.

The three faint dragon spirits were scattered on the spot and disappeared instantly, just like boiling soup and pouring snow.

Shua!

The sword Qi from the fierce shooting, without reducing castration, immediately passed through an elder's throat. There was a blood hole in the back neck, and the blood gurgled out.

Several elders behind him didn't dodge in time. They were hurt by the sword Qi one after another. There were several bloody arms on the ground. Finally, the sword Qi came straight to the old man in sackcloth. Although he cut several people, the power of the sword Qi was still 70%, enough to kill a half step God. Seeing the situation, the old man in hemp clothes didn't dare to connect, so he subconsciously sidled away. However, his movement was still half a beat slower. Although his head avoided the past, one arm was cut off. "Ah..." the old man in sackcloth screamed. The great pain made the muscles on his face shake constantly. He quickly stretched out his hand to count the disease points at the wound, which stopped the momentum of bleeding. But the blood seemed to stimulate his inner anger and ferocity. With a crazy bull, he roared and rushed to Li Xiaofan. In the eyes of the public, he had completely lost his mind in great pain and anger. But if so, how could he deserve to be the supreme elder of the phantom sect and lead his heroes to meet the enemy when the leader was away. His move was nothing more than to paralyze Li Xiaofan. Just as he was about to rush forward, he suddenly took out a rusty iron cylinder from his waist and held it in his mouth. The iron cylinder is only as thick as a ballpoint pen, and many runes are densely engraved on its surface, which looks mysterious and strange. Hiss, hiss, hiss! Several fine awns shot from the iron cylinder and came straight to Li Xiaofan. You know, the distance between them is less than two meters now. In this close range, even if Li Xiaofan is fierce, there is no time to dodge. In the blink of an eye, he touched Li Xiaofan's body. In the eyes of the public, it was enough to shoot him into a beehive. At this time, three elders came together behind. Three long swords with three sharp swords rushed to Li Xiaofan's back heart in an instant. In the face of front and back attacks and in danger, Li Xiaofan, even if he has three heads and six arms, has nowhere to hide and will die. "Smelly boy, you're dead this time!" the old man in sackcloth smiled ferociously.