Chapter 644: All who come are cut

The six hundred and forty-fifth chapter all come

It doesn’t matter if Hou Qiang has fallen. Hou Dongjun will not work hard for a third-generation junior and Zhuo Bufan. The key is that Zhuo Bufan is too young but possesses such great supernatural powers. There must be a very powerful master behind him, but his master has fallen. , Should have left many treasures.

This is the thing that fascinates the magician the most.

Tan Songtao stood up with a grim expression: "Elder He, what do you mean?"

He Hongmiao snorted coldly, shook his head, and then slowly said, "Elder Tan, don't you understand? As long as you take out the things passed down by the Tan family, everyone can continue to live in peace."

"Our three ancestors are in the same line, and we should have the same enemy in the field. You betrayed our Tan family?" Tan Songtao said angrily.

"Elder Tan, we are not an affiliated family of your Tan family. How can we talk about betrayal? It's just that your Tan family hides too deeply, and you don't want to share it with secret treasures." He Hongmiao said coldly.

Tan Songtao, Tan Jiyong, Tan Yong and Tan Xiang and other Tan family members were pale. The Hou family plus the He family, as well as the people of the Black Witch Cult, could not be resisted by their little Tan family.

Hou Dongjun came back to his senses, with He Hongmiao's help, coupled with the great sacrifice of the Black Witch Cult, even if Zhuo Bufan is more powerful, he will hate it today.

"It's just that this Feng Shui master from Jin Jiang is an unexpected surprise. If you are willing to tell us all of your treasures and heritage, we will let you go today." Hou Dongjun looked at Zhuo Bufan and said.

Zhuo Bufan is super strong, although they will not be afraid of Zhuo Bufan together, but when it comes to desperate death, if Zhuo Bufan pulls a backing, he will definitely be hit hard, and no one wants to be that hapless.

"I will kill all those who come today!"

Zhuo Bufan's expression remained unchanged.

"I don't know the life or death." He Hongmiao said coldly.

After all, He Hongmiao and Hou Dongjun looked at each other. They both had the same thoughts. If they wait for the great sacrifice, the strength of the Black Witch Cult will be enough to crush the two families, even if Zhuo Bufan is destroyed by that time. There is no benefit.

It would be better to take advantage of the fact that the high priest did not come to defeat Zhuo Bufan, and divide the things on his body.

Hou Dongjun took out a slap-sized wooden sword from his arms and threw it into the air. It grew larger in the wind and turned into a three-foot-long wooden sword, with clear light and shining light.

He Hongmiao spit out a black bead, "Qianjun technique, rock bondage."

A strange light radiated from the black beads, and Zhuo Bufan's body sank immediately, his feet stepped into the ground three inches, his body was like a huge boulder, heavy.

At the same time, two muddy palms appeared on the ground and grabbed his feet, making him unable to move.

"Kill." A chill flashed in Hou Dongjun's eyes, and his fingers moved the wooden sword around in the air. This hand was a bit similar to the flying sword, but it was too far away from the real flying sword. Zhuo Bufan splashed across 800 meters to kill Minako Yamano. .

Hou Dongjun can only control the wooden sword within a range of 100 meters. After this range, his mana cannot be supported. Even if he barely supports it, the wooden sword loses its lethal power.

"Ho Hui Lao, Elder Hou, our three families are the same, and we have lived together for a hundred years without incident, but today you are going to deal with our Tan family with the Black Witch Cult. Don't blame me, someone from Tan who is ruthless." Tan Songtao said, squeezing both hands. With Fajue, a wave of wind blades turned into shape and swept towards He Hongmiao.

He Hongmiao hurriedly freed up a hand, took out another bead and threw it in the air. The bead was suspended above his head, and a light golden transparent bronze bell was buckled down and enveloped him to form a shield, with a wind blade hitting it. There was a creak of metal, "Elder Hou, a quick fight, I can't hold it for long."

Zhuo Bufan's mouth turned into a sneer, shook his head, and his whole body was shaken. The mud under his feet was shattered into his palms, and he rushed out violently.

Both He Hongmiao and Hou Dongjun were stunned. He Hongmiao cursed Zhuo Bufan. If he had a boulder on his body, ordinary people would stop moving and may be crushed to death, but Zhuo Bufan ran like the wind without being affected.

"Fisting the mountains and rivers." Zhuo Bufan squeezed his fist, the bright and surging true essence made his fist burn, and he slammed into the oncoming wooden sword.

Feijian instantly solidified and trembled. Immediately afterwards, the sword **** appeared spider silk cracks, breaking every inch, Hou Dongjun's face flushed, and a mouthful of blood was expelled.

"This... my wooden sword, this is impossible." Hou Dongjun's face was full of horror.

Hou Hexuan was even more heartbroken. It was the flying sword handed down from the Hou family, and the magical instrument that was sacrificed by each generation. It seemed to be made of a wooden sword, but it was stronger than King Kong, but it was smashed by Zhuo Bufan with his fist.

"Have I underestimated his strength over and over again?" Hou Dongjun stiffened.

"And you." Zhuo Bufan turned his head, his figure shook, and he struck He Hongmiao with a punch.

He Hongmiao's face was shocked, but he stood in the light and shadow of the golden bell, even if he was hit by a spell, he might not be able to hurt him, but he regretted it the next moment.

Zhuo Bufan's fist was stronger than the spell, and he smashed the golden bell of light and shadow with one punch, hitting his chest, He Hongmiao flew out, and the khaki beads in his hand shattered instantly.

Although the fist was blocked by the light and shadow of the golden bell, it hit He Hongmiao's body and shot him more than ten meters away. The whole body was full of energy and blood, and four sternums were broken.

After all, the magician mainly cultivates spiritual power, and the physical training is not as good as ordinary dark-powered fighters.

He Hongmiao and Hou Dongjun were defeated with two punches, and the audience was deadly silent.

"Not addictive." Zhuo Bufan shook his head.

Everyone looked at him like a monster.

"The big sacrifice is here." Suddenly, there was a loud shout, and the voice came into everyone's ears.

Everyone came back to their senses and looked outside, only to see a group of people walking towards the far door, eight women with outstanding temperament and appearance in Miao costumes actually carried a sedan chair, and a black robe old man walked in front of them. , With a wooden crutch in his hand, black mist entangled like silk, giving people a very gloomy feeling.

"High Priest." Hou Dongjun, He Hongmiao, and the people of the Hou Family and He Family all bent over and bowed, and shouted respectfully.

The high priest nodded and frowned, "What's the matter?"

"In return for the great sacrifice, the Tan family invited a Feng Shui master from Jinjiang. He is very strong. We..." He Hongmiao said.

The high priest looked at Zhuo Bufan, and was about to speak, but a man's voice came from Jiaozi, "Even Elder Hou and Elder He are defeated in his hands, they must be the masters of Jinjiang."

As he said, a man dressed in ancient costume flew out of Jiaozi, with a thin face and narrow eyes. Looking at Zhuo Bufan, he continued to be surprised. ."

Everyone in the Tan family entered the cold lake, and even the Young Master of the Black Witch Cult came personally.

Elder Liao and Liao Wen were even more afraid to show their heads in the crowd. After all, the Black Witch and the White Witch had always been hostile, and the White Witch had been crushed by the Black Witch Cult.

"If you are a smart person, you should understand that one more friend is better than one more enemy. As long as you don't participate in this matter, our Black Witch Cult will not be your enemy." Young Sect Master said confidently.

The Black Witch Sect is one of the most powerful organizations in the Southwest. As long as Zhuo Bufan is not a fool, he should understand the consequences of offending the Black Witch Sect.

"I said that those who come over will be cut." Zhuo Bufan said lightly.

The Young Master frowned, "What are you talking about? Do you want to be chased by the Black Witch Cult?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuo Bufan shook the void, and his true essence condensed into a solid spear held in his palm, threw it violently, penetrating the shoulder blades of Young Sect Master, and flew directly more than ten meters away with him. .