Chapter 1432: Battle of Qianlong City (VII)

Not surprisingly, the defensive light curtain was already on the verge of collapse. Now being attacked by several powerful talismans and magic weapons, it was naturally helpless and shattered in an instant.

When Mr. Lu saw this, his face turned pale, and he looked up in panic. Seeing the sneers on the faces of the two people on the other side, he lost his will to resist. Now that he was injured, how could he deal with these two people.

"Hey, Mr. Lu, you are so stupid. It's a pity that Elder Pan gave you this opportunity. Let Zhu give you a ride today!"

The short dwarf had a crazy look on his face and laughed heartily. For him, if he could kill a mid-stage Nascent Soul monk, it would be enough to brag about.

As for the fact that he dared to say this, he naturally saw that Elder Lu had no intention of resisting. At the same time, he also found that Elder Pan was proudly holding his hands behind his back and had no intention of taking action. He obviously wanted him to take action on his behalf.

Mr. Lu was silent for a moment after hearing this, and finally shook his head and slowly closed his eyes, obviously waiting for death.

But no one expected that just as the short dwarf was controlling the iron ring to hit Old Lu's head, a cold snort suddenly came from nearby.

"Hmph! Why don't I give you a ride from Wu?"

As soon as this majestic voice fell, the iron ring magic weapon that had just been hit was knocked away with a "bang" for some unknown reason. Looking from a distance, the magic weapon was actually covered with cracks and was obviously broken.

At the same time, a scream sounded, as if in extreme pain, and what he saw was a short dwarf high in the sky, with a look of horror on his face, his face turned pale, and he spurted out a mouthful of bright red blood.

Obviously, that iron ring was his natal magic weapon, and now it has suffered backlash.

"Who is it? Get out of here!"

The old man surnamed Pan was also startled by this scene. He couldn't help shouting loudly. At the same time, he raised his protective aura and turned his head to look around.

At this time, Mr. Lu was also startled, and slowly opened his eyes, looking astonished.

But soon, his eyes lit up, and there was a look of joy on his old face, because he heard whose voice it was, and he knew he was saved.

"Mr. Wu has heard of you. Your name is "Pan Wenli" and you are nicknamed "Old Man Qianfu". It is said that your magic on talismans is very good. Mr. Wu really wants to see it today."

At this time, the space beside Mr. Lu suddenly fluctuated, and a man's figure emerged. It was Wu Fan who had just killed two demon cultivators.

He had a sneer on his face, his hands behind his back, and he stared at the old man surnamed Pan solemnly.

"Wu, Wu Fan...!"

When the short dwarf saw the visitor, a look of horror appeared on his face and he subconsciously stepped back. He knew how powerful Wu Fan was.

"Are you Wu Fan? Huh! It's really hard. No wonder you were able to tie with Madam Qi back then. But after so many years, do you still have any leftovers of your Ten Thousand Spirits Heavenly Milk?"

When the old man surnamed Pan saw the person coming, his eyes visibly swayed, but soon, he snorted calmly. Not only did he not move at all, but he looked full of fighting spirit.

In fact, he had heard about what happened back then. It was said that Madam Qi chose to retreat because the person in front of him was pregnant with such a treasure as the Milk of All Spirits, and his true energy was inexhaustible. Otherwise, the other party might not be able to win over Madam Qi. , after all, he is just an early stage monk.

But how precious is the Heavenly Milk of All Spirits? Getting a bottle of it is a blessing from heaven. After so many years, I don’t think the other party will have much left. You know, Heavenly Milk of All Spirits is also used to refine elixirs and magic weapons. Unless it is a last resort, no one is willing to take out the precious materials and fight with others.

As a talisman maker, he has countless talismans. Even if the opponent has some left, he can drag the opponent to death with the talismans. Therefore, he has nothing to fear now.

"Haha, Your Excellency thinks too highly of yourself. To kill you, I don't need to use the Heavenly Milk of All Spirits. After all, it won't take long."

Wu Fan shook his head and smiled when he heard the words. He could naturally understand the meaning of the other party's words, but to him, the other party's words were extremely ridiculous. It was no exaggeration to say that he did not take this person seriously at all.

"Hmph! You're so arrogant. I'm going to learn about your magical powers today!"

The face of the old man surnamed Pan instantly darkened. After snorting coldly, his figure flew upwards, and at the same time, the spear also flew back.

At the same time, the short dwarf also bravely came to this person's side, but he was seriously injured at the moment, and he was afraid of Wu Fan in his heart. His eyes kept dodging, and he couldn't help but hide behind the old man named Pan.

"Xiao Fan, this person is not simple. Don't be careless. It is said that he can even refine top-level talismans. I think he has a few of them."

At this time, Mr. Lu quietly came to Wu Fan, glanced at the two people in the air, and said with a worried look on his face.

"A top-notch talisman! Haha, I do have some abilities, but Mr. Lu, don't worry, ordinary top-level talismans can't do anything to me."

Wu Fan raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, because he could also refine top-level talismans. The beast spirit talisman he gave to his master Li Ning back then could pose a threat to Nascent Soul monks.

However, he was just surprised at this, and soon he chuckled indifferently. Unless the other party had a beast spirit talisman refined by an eighth-level demon soul to make him fearful, ordinary top-level talismans would be of no use. But the eighth-level demon cultivator is so difficult to kill, I don't think this person will be able to.

"Well, as long as you know what's going on, I'll be there to help you later!"

When Mr. Lu heard this, he felt relieved. He still believed Wu Fan's words. But the next moment, he seemed to have thought of something and asked in surprise:

"By the way, Xiaofan, how did you get here? Didn't anyone stop you?"

"Of course there were, but I killed them all just now! Okay, Mr. Lu, just watch from the side. You don't need to help. It's important to recover from your injuries first!"

Wu Fan smiled strangely and explained casually, then glanced at Mr. Lu, stretched out his hand to push him back, and then flew straight into the sky with a flash of light on his body.

He could naturally see that Mr. Lu was injured, and the other party would say help, obviously just for show, fearing that he would be in danger. But facing those two people, why did Mr. Lu need to take action.

"Kill...?"

When Mr. Lu heard this, he blinked his eyes, couldn't help but smile bitterly, but he didn't follow him obediently, so he sat cross-legged in the room, took out a healing pill and threw it into his mouth.

"Your Excellency, I'm afraid you can only experience Wu's magical power once in your life! If you have any ability, use it, otherwise you won't have another chance!"

Up in the sky, Wu Fan looked at the old man surnamed Pan and smiled teasingly, but his hands did not stop moving. With a flick of his arm, the Tiangang Soul-Slaying Sword suddenly flew out, growing in the wind and becoming ten feet long. He slashed at the opponent fiercely, and bursts of air explosions were heard along the way. The power was quite amazing.

This scene scared the short dwarf half to death. He felt that it was not safe to hide next to the old man surnamed Pan, and hurriedly flew away.