Chapter 1861

"It's just a heresy!"

Zhang Xiaofan sneered, his feet like a phantom of the general forward sprint.

The body is suddenly a sinking, and then it is like a white crane hanging its wings.

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

"Head down to kill --!"

The old man with silver hair had a flash in his eyes and a change in his hand.

"Whoosh

The purple and black silk thread running through Zhang Xiaofan's feet seems to be in response to the master's call, as if suddenly given life and wisdom.

Directly in the air suddenly a shudder, into countless threads.

In a twinkling of an eye, Zhang Xiaofan, who was in the middle of the air, was hanged and killed!

"Boom!"

Zhang Xiaofan bombarded the purple black silk thread with a fist.

"Whoosh

But the purple and black silk thread is like living.

Directly in the moment when Zhang Xiaofan's boxing style is about to blow over, it is like a snake winding Zhang Xiaofan's arm.

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

"Whoosh... Whoosh..."

among the poisonous miasma, the old man with silver hair heard the piercing laughter of Jie Jie and Jie again.

As soon as he held the blue and white porcelain vase loose, the porcelain vase fell in line with the situation and was directly smashed to pieces on the ground.

At this moment, I saw the old man lying behind him as if he had been stimulated.

All of a sudden, let's go up to the sky and scream!

The silk thread sprayed out from its mouth is like a river returning to the sea, covering the sky.

It's just a few seconds.

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

"Zhang Xiaofan has been a strong man of five Qi Dynasty and Yuan Dynasty since he was young. What a hero he is."

"As a result, this has not been planted in my Nanyang secret arts: Ghost man Tong's hand!"

With that, the old man's hand seal changed.

As a result, those purple and black silk threads still wandering back and forth in mid air are moving with each other at this moment.

Directly towards that in mid air is bound into zongzi Zhang Xiaofan approach and go, so that it is not moving half.

"It's over!"

The corner of the old man's mouth lifted a cold radian and said, "so easy to get it?"

"I really don't know how Liu Laogui and the iron tower were planted in the hands of you, a little red man?"

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

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

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

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

"The silk thread that these ghost of ancient man made before he was born will bind you tightly until you squeeze out the last trace of truth in your body!"

At the moment, Li Guofu is like a winner.

He stood alone on the top of the mountain, looking down at the loser at his feet. How heroic was his heart?

However, in Li Guofu's opinion, he still thinks highly of Zhang Xiaofan in the end www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!