surnamed Wang

In a blink of an eye, the spider web tightened, and Suzaku spewed out a ball of fire, but it couldn't hurt the slender spider thread. She was forced to change into a human form, and was trapped in the web together with Wang Gingquan.

The slender monster came close, stretched its neck and sniffed Wang Jingquan vigorously, narrowed its eyes and said:
"It really is a man, Fan Er and that idiot, he is crazy about women, he must say you are a handsome fairy."

Wang Gingquan looked at the other party coldly, the one in front of him should be his elder brother.

After confirming the identity of the man, Fan Yanda put his big gun in front of him without any scruples and said:
"Boy, you not only lied to Aunt Xuan, but also shamelessly slept with her. Even if I kill you, she won't be able to say anything."

"When will I sleep with her..."

Before he could finish speaking, the monster slapped his backhand, "I said yes."

The monster turned its back and continued talking to itself:
"My brother was born in Montenegro, free-spirited, eating meat when hungry, killing people when free, since I beat her, relying on Tang Bing to back me up, not allowing this or that, evil cultivator is less tasteful than his mother's decent.

This time, our two brothers invited my old lady from the east. We wanted to deal with that woman, but we met you halfway, so it just made things logical. "

As the monster said, his eyes turned to Wang Handquan's waist again, and a small machete appeared in his hand.

……

A scholar can be killed and cannot be humiliated. Although Wang Gingquan possesses the top-level recovery technique of Jinbuhuan, he is an emperor after all. If he allows the other party to turn him into a eunuch, it will really disgrace the royal family and ancestors.

He made a decisive decision, his figure suddenly became unreal, and he got rid of the layers of spider webs. The two swords came out at the same time, and the majestic sword energy surged out.

Fan Yanda grinned when he saw this, and a big gun swept across, and the seemingly rough tip of the gun directly shattered the sword energy.

The Spirit Tempering Sword in Wang Gingquan's hand flickered for a while, and then disappeared. The only remaining red sword drove straight into the monster's chest. It turned into peach blossoms and scattered little by little.

"Red rain."

Wang Gingquan muttered a sentence in his heart, the scattered peach blossoms instantly turned into sharp blades and rolled towards the opponent, the latter's figure swept back, at this time a transparent dagger the size of a palm suddenly appeared behind him.

Fan Yanda clearly sensed the determination behind him, turned his body slightly, and wanted to rely on his thin body to escape from the attack gap. Wang Gangquan refused to let go of this opportunity. With a flash of golden light under his feet, he forcibly squeezed in front of the opponent from the void, stretched out his right hand and pointed towards the opponent. Its eyebrows.

Just as he was about to succeed, Kongkong once again stretched out thousands of silk threads to wrap around Wang Gangquan. His speed did not slow down, and he used incorporeal magic to skip the silk threads, and his fingers got closer and closer to the monster.

"Hmph, in front of Shengxu, do you dare to show off your prestige?"

The old voice sounded, and the old woman grabbed it in the air, and the small Lingqi sword immediately shattered. At the same time, there was a twist around Wang Bingquan's right arm.

A series of "click" sounded, and Wang Gingquan's entire arm was twisted at an unimaginable angle, the bones were shattered inch by inch, and the arm directly hung down.

He didn't seem to feel the pain, so he tore off the disused arm casually, and with the flash of purple and gold light, a new arm was born, and Fan Yanda looked at it in amazement and said:
"The benefits are so powerful, I don't know if your life will grow if you cut it off?"

It was the first time that Wang Gangquan's incorporeal technique had been broken, and the cultivation of the old woman on the opposite side had reached the Holy Void Realm.

Shengxu has already touched the threshold of the Holy Spirit, which is why they dare to challenge the Holy Spirit. Wang Gangquan has practiced from Huashen to Mahayana in 200 years, surpassing most monks, but facing Shengxu, he is still vulnerable.

During the battle just now, the old woman had covered her surroundings with spider webs again. She saw the flaws in Wang Gangquan's technique, and slowly tightened the net like a cat playing with a mouse. The little girl Suzaku could not break through the imprisonment, and could only stay in the net and stare blankly. .

Wang Gingquan reached out to touch the slate in his arms, hesitating in his heart, if he asked Xuangu for help, his impersonation of a woman would definitely be exposed, and he might die sooner then, if he didn't do anything, he would still die.

Just as he was thinking, Suzaku behind him suddenly shouted anxiously: "Be careful!"

Wang Gangquan turned his head in doubt, and in the next second, a transparent silk thread slipped across the back of his neck without a sound, and the scene in his eyes instantly turned upside down.

……

Wang Gangquan's body fell from the sky, Fan Yanda stepped forward to hold his head, and said with a smile:

"Boy, do you really think you can escape under Shengxu's hands?"

Wang Gangquan's head was removed, but his consciousness was surprisingly clear. He looked at the monster coldly and did not make a sound.

In the distance, a figure rushed over in a hurry, and when he got closer, he saw Wang Gingquan, whose head was in a different place, and his eyes immediately turned red.

Fan Yanda retreated again and again, tied Wang Gangquan's head around his waist and said:
"Fan Erji, are you crazy?"

"Why did you kill Fairy Zhao?" Fan Erji's eyes were red and he was breathing heavily.

"How many times have I told you that he is a man."

"Fart, you just can't see me well."

As Fan Erji said, he stretched out his spear again and stabbed at his elder brother, who was also angered by this indiscriminate guy, and drew out his spear to meet him.

The old woman next to her was used to it for a long time, and she began to meditate and rest. After a while, her expression suddenly changed, and she looked down at the headless corpse.

I saw Wang Quanquan's body struggling to stand up in a very strange posture. At first it was a little stiff, but then it gradually became flexible. When he fully stood up, his upper body clothes were open, and a black mask was attached to his chest.

"Black-headed Flood Dragon, are you still alive?" the old woman's hoarse voice sounded.

The corpse turned around, stretched out his hands to scratch his buttocks in an extremely unsightly manner, and said:

"I haven't had a physical body for so many years, I almost forgot what it feels like to be itchy, Wang, you and I have no grievances, why don't we get what we need?"

"That won't work. If you take away your body, my son will blame me."

The old woman's eyes flickered, and her fingers quickly closed. She didn't care about any physical body, and her goal was the black mask.

The mask is made of black-headed flood dragon Nilin, which can save one's life. Although Shengxu will not be killed easily, not everyone can survive the period of weakness once every thousand years, especially someone like her who has made many enemies .

……

Facing the siege, the Black-headed Jiao raised his hand to grab it, and a large number of torn silk threads immediately appeared in the seemingly empty front. The mask manipulated Wang Handquan's body to slip through the hole in the spider web.

The figure of the old woman in mid-air flashed and wanted to stop it. At this time, the palms of the headless corpse joined together, and the body suddenly swelled hundreds of times. The speed was so fast that even the surrounding space was squeezed and deformed.

Black air was rising from the neck of the corpse, and a large knife was condensed in his hand. Seeing this, the old woman's expression changed slightly, and she finally gave up the pursuit.

The Black-headed Jiao laughed loudly, turned around and strode towards the distance.

In the rear, the battle between the two brothers had come to an end. After all, the younger brother was worse than the elder brother. He was knocked over by a single shot and received several punches in the head and face. Finally, he was honest.

Fan Yanda walked to the side of the old woman and said sharply:

"Mother, why don't you keep him, it's just a Mahayana period."

"Hmph, you know what a fart. The knife in his hand is an ancient treasure, which can cut off all causes and effects. The black-headed flood dragon has not shown his face for many years. Presumably, he escaped Shura with this thing."

"Then we have to keep him."

"I can't keep it." The old woman shook her head, "That knife is a relic of the Holy Spirit. Thousands of ancient gods were killed by the knife. Do you think you have the ability to be a mother? This head is not bad, it should be able to make good treasures, my mother Just take care of yourself, and don't get involved in the affairs of the ancient gods."

... (end of this chapter)