Chapter 1720

That's right, this man had already called back the shield when he retreated just now.

But this time he was afraid that the shield would be smashed away again, so he would rather suffer some minor injuries than hold it tightly in his hand. After all, this treasure can help him hold on for a while longer.

"Damn it!"

Li Cangming cursed gloomily, shook his painful arms, grabbed the shield and retreated to a distance.

Now his several ancient spiritual weapons are dealing with Ling'er, and the ghost fork is also entangled by the opponent's flying sword. For him, there is no way to stop the opponent, and he can only delay time as much as possible.

But fortunately, he took advantage of this attack to distance himself from the opponent. As long as he can meet up with those ghost kings, he will not be passively beaten.

Even if the ghost king cannot trap this person now, it is still a piece of cake to protect him.

But how could Wu Fan follow his wishes? He shook his body lightly, and a large piece of golden light spread out, instantly covering a radius of several hundred feet.

Such a long distance naturally covered Li Cangming.

This was a big deal. Li Cangming's face suddenly changed. He felt as if a mountain was pressing on him, which immediately reduced his speed by half.

At this time, Wu Fan also flashed over and raised his stick to hit him with a sneer.

As expected, Li Cangming was hit and flew out again, and the cracks on the shield increased a lot.

However, this time Wu Fan mastered the skills and pushed the man back in the opposite direction of the ghost kings who were rushing quickly, so that the two sides opened up the distance again.

"Asshole!"

Li Cangming naturally saw Wu Fan's intention, and was so angry that he gritted his teeth and cursed, but a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes. He couldn't help but look up to the sky, hoping that his senior brother could deal with the man as soon as possible.

At this time, Wu Fan had chased him again.

So he saw that Wu Fan raised his stick and hit him again and again. Amid the loud "bang bang bang" sounds, Li Cangming kept retreating in one direction, and as for the ghost kings, they kept chasing him closely behind.

Such a scene is really dramatic. Who could have thought that a famous great monk would be beaten by a mid-level monk and even had no power to fight back.

Wu Fan knew in his heart that as long as he broke through the opponent's defense, it would not be impossible to kill him.

At this moment, Li Cangming was also secretly anxious and kept sending messages to his senior brother.

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At the same time, in a hidden place outside the valley, a man was sitting cross-legged on a huge rock.

It was obvious that this person was staring at the bottom of the valley without blinking, with an extremely gloomy face.

"Humph! A great monk can be chased and beaten by others. It's really embarrassing. Well, anyway, since my identity has been leaked, I'll help him!"

After muttering a few words, the man took out a two-inch puppet and then a silver needle.

A closer look revealed that the puppet was indeed somewhat scary. Although it did not look delicate, it seemed very vivid. Not only did its blood-red eyeballs keep turning, but its big mouth, which was full of fangs and stretched to its ears, was also smiling strangely.

But when this person looked at the puppet, a hint of fondness flashed in his eyes, and he could not help but reach out and touch its head.

The next moment, he took out a piece of yellow paper and a brush, and then wrote a few rows of small characters on the yellow paper.

It could be vaguely seen that there was Wu Fan's name on it, as well as some strange symbols and other things.

When he stopped writing, he immediately handed the yellow paper to the puppet's mouth.

It was strange to say that the puppet seemed to understand what this person meant. With a strange laugh, it swallowed the yellow paper into its mouth, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it into its stomach.

However, a strange thing happened the next moment. The face of the puppet was suddenly covered by blood. After a surge, the appearance of the puppet changed. When the blood was all absorbed into the face, it turned into Wu Fan's appearance.

Such a strange scene is really unbelievable.

But it's not over yet. After the man smiled evilly, he raised his right arm and stabbed the silver needle into the center of the puppet's eyebrows!

At this moment, Wu Fan in the valley below had just smashed his shield and was about to raise his stick to hit Li Cangming hard, but he suddenly stopped and screamed without warning. The sound was indescribably shrill and spread throughout the valley.

Maybe because of the excessive pain, Wu Fan's face was twisted together at this time, and at the same time, beads of sweat slid down his forehead. He actually ignored Li Cangming.

"Eh...! Could it be, hehe, not bad, not bad!"

Li Cangming was also stunned by this sudden scene, and couldn't help but sigh in surprise, but soon, he reacted and looked up to the distance.

But his speed was not slow. After a quick glance, he immediately stretched out his palm and slapped Wu Fan's chest fiercely.

With a muffled "bang", the power of this palm was not small, Wu Fan was slapped and flew out like a kite with a broken string, and "wow" spurted out a large mouthful of blood.

"Master, what's wrong with you, what happened!"

Ling'er's anxious shout suddenly came from a distance, with a hint of crying in her voice.

"Damn, I should have been hit by a black magic! If I guessed correctly, the Miao tomb might be nearby."

After flying out more than ten feet, Wu Fan barely stood firm, shook his head with a splitting headache, and replied with a gloomy voice transmission.

However, his face was a little rosy at this time. Although his head was still extremely painful, it was much better than before.

He remembered that his soul seemed to be stabbed by a needle just now, which was more painful than when he used the Tiangang Divine Thunder to break the evil spirit, and made him lose consciousness in an instant.

Fortunately, he came back to his senses immediately and hurriedly used the Heavenly Demon Tyrant Body Art to the extreme, barely blocking Li Cangming's palm.

But even so, his body was like a raging sea at the moment, and he suffered a lot of injuries. He took several deep breaths to barely suppress it, but it would not be possible to recover from the injuries in a few days.

For a moment, he was furious and turned around to look around.

Because he knew that there were not many people in the world who could hurt people from a distance, and the black magic was one of them. In this southern border, the only one who was hostile to him was Miao Zhong.

But he didn't expect that this magic was so strange that it was hard to defend against, and he didn't even see the other party's figure.

To be honest, this kind of fighting style was the first time he saw it.

As Wu Fan's eyes swayed, a trace of worry rose in his heart.

Now that Miao Zhong was attacking in secret, the next battle would be difficult to fight.

Let alone other things, the good situation before has been destroyed by that person.

In this way, it is almost impossible to get close to Li Cangming in the future.

Because at this moment, the ghost kings have surrounded the other party.

Of course, it is useless to think about other things now. The most important thing is how to prevent Miao Zhong's sneak attack. Otherwise, let alone dealing with Li Cangming, he may be killed by the two of them soon.

What's more, Long Yuan can't hold on for long.

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