The first thousand two hundred and twenty one chapter assassination failed

The second floor of the restaurant.

A sudden low and explosive sound, accompanied by the broken glass window, resounded throughout the restaurant.

"This this...."

The Wang Shao fell to the floor, and the center of his crotch quickly became wet.

"Don't fight here, hurt ordinary people."

Zhuo Bufan snorted coldly, and instantly jumped out of the window, turning into a stream of light towards the northern suburbs.

Shi Jian also followed Zhuo Bufan and flew out and walked with qi.

"Chasing, it's impossible to escape from my Five Finger Mountain."

The headed man in the suit looked gloomy, his eyes burst into cold light, and the three of them turned into three black rays to chase Zhuo Bufan and Shijian away.

This scene has been seen by most citizens, and some even took out their mobile phones or cameras to take pictures.

The five rays of light instantly disappeared into the sky in the urban area, and after flying for about five minutes, they had reached the sparsely populated suburbs.

"Hey, dare to stop and look for death!"

The three men in suits and black clothes stopped when Zhuo Bufan and Shi Jian saw them, and stood in the air looking at them.

"Who are you?"

Zhuo Bufan's expression was calm, the highest cultivation base among the three was the peak of foundation construction, and the other two were cultivation bases in the middle of foundation construction, which did not pose a threat to him at all.

"When you fall, you will naturally know. Kill."

The man in the suit in the middle gave a cold cry, and suddenly two meniscus-like blade weapons came out from behind. Each scimitar was about one meter in diameter. The two scimitars kept surrounding his body, slowly turning on their own. The blade faintly brought a silver stream.

Shoo!

Two faint sounds of piercing the air sounded, and the silver scimitars that surrounded the man's body suddenly turned into two silver rays of light, blasting at the speed as fast as lightning, making a sharp piercing sound.

Dangdang!

Suddenly a figure flickered, blocking Zhuo Bufan's, two silver curves from the lasing slammed into a purple-cyan sword, making a crisp clashing sound.

"Ok?"

The man operating the silver machete frowned.

Shi Jian's small white hand was holding a purple-cyan sword. At the moment when it was hit by the silver scimitar, a huge force poured into the sword. The shocking Shi Jian retreated tens of meters, and his cheeks were slightly pale.

"My son, I'm sorry..." Shi Jian bit his silver teeth. There was some atmosphere. He wanted to do something for the son, but he didn't expect that he couldn't even catch the opponent's two silver scimitars.

"He is the strength of the pinnacle of foundation building, even one step away from the innate. The other two will teach you to practice hand skills, and I will deal with him."

Zhuo Bufan split his mouth and smiled.

"Okay, I'll deal with the other two people." Shi Jian nodded, and the purple-cyan sword in his hand slashed across the sky. A cyan light and a purple light instantly cut through the air, and directed towards the other two like two streams of light. Leap away.

The ears and eyes of the monks are extremely keen, separated by a hundred meters, but what Zhuo Bufan and Shi Jian said clearly fell into their ears, and the three of them suddenly became sullen and regarded themselves as grindstones. 'Practice sword for the little girl?

"You two killed that little girl, I will kill Zhuo Bufan." The leading man ordered.

"Yes."

The other two nodded, squeezing out various magic decisions in an instant, and instantly pierced the two leaping purple streamers.

The swordsman bit his small silver teeth, holding a purple sword in his small hand, his figure is ethereal like a butterfly wearing a flower, and the gorgeous sword lights are layered on top of each other, like a continuous wave.

"Be careful," one of the men exclaimed.

It's a pity that the other companion obviously moved a little slower, and was suddenly penetrated by a sword light through his shoulder, an extra hole of blood appeared, and blood continued to flow out.

"Damn, I must kill you."

The wounded man's eyes shone like a poisonous snake, staring at the patron sword fiercely.

The two of them relaxed their vigilance at the beginning, and didn't put the sword in their eyes at all, so they suffered a big loss.

The injured man pressed a magic trick on his injured shoulder, and the blood hole healed gradually at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Go together, kill this woman first and then help protect the law." The two looked at each other, and a white light flashed in their hands, and suddenly there were two more swords.

"Qinglian Sword Song!"

Shi Jian gave a soft drink, danced the sword in his hand, and the brilliant sword light appeared in the sky and the earth, and quickly fought with the two.

At this time.

The corner of the man who was leading the silver machete turned a bloodthirsty curve, "Zhuo Bufan, now it's your turn."

"Oh, what do you have, take it all out."

Zhuo Bufan stood in the sky, looking at him with interest.

With Zhuo Bufan's current strength, a pinnacle of foundation building can be slapped to death with one slap.

"Hey, suffer to death!"

The leading man sneered. The two silver scimitars that were continuously rotating in the sky suddenly made a clicking sound, and they kept separating, turning into hundreds of silver curved blades floating in the air, covering hundreds of meters around. range.

"Strangulation!"

The leading man manipulated thousands of silver curved blades and spun towards Zhuo Bufan immediately. Numerous silver rays of light were like silver threads, from all directions, from different angles, with Zhuo Bufan as the center, and strangling quickly. .

A strong air current covers the edge of each silver scimitar, forming a whitish air current.

"dead!"

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Zhuo Bufan stood still.

"Hehe, I thought how strong you are."

The leading man stared at all this coldly, and saw thousands of silver rays pierce through "Zhuo Bufan" in his eyes.

"The son."

Shijian frowned the willow leaf eyebrows, saw Zhuo Bufan being penetrated by the silver light, gritted his teeth, and slammed out with a sword. At the tip of the sword, a lotus flower with a combination of sword and awns bloomed, and then the petals shot away, and the two besieged. The man's face suddenly changed.

The two evaded immediately, but they were still bruised by the burst of sword light. One of them was cut off by the sword light, and blood was flowing.

"how...."

The man controlling the silver scimitar suddenly widened, and the "Zhuo Bufan" in front of him gradually turned into fragments and disappeared into his sight.

Suddenly, an extremely dangerous breath appeared behind him.

"you...."

The man slowly turned his head and neck, and looked at the figure standing behind him incredibly.

"Are you from Qingxuanzong?" Zhuo Bufan asked lightly.

The man couldn't believe it. He clearly saw that Zhuo Bufan had been strangled by countless silver threads, how could he appear behind him.

"Forget it, it's rare to ask."

Zhuo Bufan's palm was a knife, and a cold light flashed, and the man's head fluttered up in front of him, blood spurting up.

At the same time, a black light shot out from the body, fleeing towards the distance.

"Want to escape?"

Zhuo Bufan sneered, and slapped under his slap abruptly. A powerful breath condensed in mid-air. Suddenly, he pinched the black light in his hand, and immediately pierced the other party’s soul with his spiritual thoughts. After a while, the black light condensed. The light became annihilation.

"Sure enough, it is from Qingxuanzong, huh!"

Zhuo Bufan snorted coldly with a bitter expression.

At this time, the other two injured saw the guardian being beaten to pieces by Zhuo Bufan, and they were so frightened that they immediately turned into two streams of light and fled away.

"No need to chase." Zhuo Bufan said lightly.

At this time, the samurai sword that was originally going to pursue it stopped and flew to Zhuo Bufan's side, with a melancholy on his small face, "Master, am I very useless? I didn't kill those two people."