Chapter 1861

"It's just a side street!"

With a sneer, Zhang Xiaofan sprinted forward like a phantom.

His body sank suddenly, and then leaped up like a crane hanging its wings.

And the thousands of purple black silk thread, just like a rolling river from Zhang Xiaofan's feet shuttle away.

"Head down to kill --!"

The silver haired old man's eyes flashed and his hands changed.

"Whoosh --!"

The purple and black silk thread running through Zhang Xiaofan's feet seemed to be responding to the master's call. It seemed to be suddenly endowed with life and wisdom.

Directly in mid air suddenly a shake, into a thousand threads.

In a twinkling, it is to gallop toward Zhang Xiaofan in mid air!

"Boom!"

Zhang Xiaofan hit hard at the purple black silk thread.

"Whoosh --!"

But the purple black silk thread seems to be alive.

Directly in the moment when Zhang Xiaofan's boxing style was about to blow over, he wound Zhang Xiaofan's arm like a snake.

And the other wrist is almost at the same time by the purple black silk thread to winding up!

"Whoosh... Whoosh... Whoosh..."

In the miasma, Jie Jie's strange laughter of the silver haired old man sounded again.

As soon as he loosened his hand holding the blue and white porcelain vase, it fell down and fell directly on the ground.

And at this moment, I saw that the old man lying behind him seemed to be stimulated.

All of a sudden, I look up to the sky and scream!

The silk thread sprayed from his mouth is even more like Wanchuan returning to the sea, covering all over the sky.

It's just a matter of time.

Impressively, Zhang Xiaofan, who was entangled by the silk thread in the air, was tightly bound up like making zongzi.

"Zhang Xiaofan has been a strong man with five Qi in the Yuan Dynasty since he was young. He is a hero."

"As a result, it's still in my Nanyang secret skill: Ghost mantong's hands!"

With that, the printing method on the silver haired old man's hand changed.

See, those in mid air is still wandering back and forth purple black silk thread is also at the moment closely followed together to move up.

Directly toward that in mid air was bound into a dumpling Zhang Xiaofan approach, so that it can not move half a minute.

"It's over --!"

The corner of the old man's mouth raised a touch of cold radian, said: "so easy to succeed?"

"I really don't know how Liu Laogui and the iron tower fell into your hands at that time?"

"It's really a waste. I need Li Guofu to do it myself!"

As he spoke, Li Guofu stepped forward, and his eyes were full of drama.

He walked towards Zhang Xiaofan, who was already bound by his purple black silk thread.

Then he sneered and said, "how can you say that you are also a orthodox cultivator, and the vigorous and true yuan in your body is just the best nourishment for my gumantong."

"The silk thread made by the ghost of Guman before he was born will bind you tightly until the last trace of truth in your body is squeezed clean!"

At the moment, Li Guofu is like a winner.

He stood alone on the top of the mountain and looked down at the losers at his feet. What pride was in his heart?

However, in Li Guofu's opinion, he still thinks too much of Zhang Xiaofan