"Wha…"
Before the grave-crying person could even say the word " huh ", it felt as if someone had pinched a chicken feather in its throat. It stared at the item in Zhang Fan's hand with its gong-sized eyes, which were filled with terror.
In Zhang Fan's hand was the evil spirit that he had injected into Zhang Chulan's body.
If this evil spirit stayed in Zhang Chulan's body for a moment longer, the Weeping Grave Man would be able to control Zhang Chufeng's body and turn him into a puppet at the mercy of others.
However, he would never have imagined that Zhang Fan would not only cut off the ghost man's arm, but also ruin his plan.
All of a sudden, the grave-weeping man raised the banner in his hand and ruthlessly smashed it at Zhang Fan.
At the same time, he was still screaming miserably,
" Why am I so unlucky? I almost succeeded. My…Heavens!"
"I'm so miserable…I'm already so miserable…Just let me hit you!”
The banner swung in the air, making a series of whipping sounds and the sound of air exploding.
A terrifying and sinister aura filled the air as it surrounded Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan didn't dodge at all. He revealed a strange expression as he slowly extended his hand and softly shouted,"
"Dark Water!"
Zhang Fan's outstretched arm instantly transformed into a dense black smoke that tightly wrapped around the Filial Son Banner.
"What?"
The grave-crying man was shocked. He threw down the banner in his hand and hurriedly retreated.
His originally pale face suddenly turned pale and powerless. He shook his head like a drum and muttered to himself,
"How is this possible? How could he absorb the soul in the flag?”
He usually used his cries to raise the guard of his enemies. Instinctively, they believed that his cries could control the souls of living people.
In fact, his cries could only move the uncles, aunties, grandparents, and grandparents who were supporting the filial son banner.
The Filial Son Banner was made up of corpse oil. If one was hit by the banner, the elders on the banner would enter the other party's body along with the corpse banner.
The true meaning of wailing was wailing and wailing…When a living person was weakened by wailing, the undead would take the opportunity to control him.
Just now, when Zhang Fan had wrapped the corpse flag around him, he suddenly felt the soul within the flag let out countless miserable cries.
It was quickly devoured by a powerful dark force and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Only then did he have no choice but to abandon the filial son banner and retreat into the distance.
Right at this moment, Zhang Fan transformed into a bolt of lightning and charged toward the stunned Weeping Grave Man with unstoppable momentum.
"Lightning!"
His palm was facing up, and a dazzling bolt of lightning danced like a little elf.
In the next moment, the lightning rushed in with an aura that could swallow the sky!
It charged past the head of Wuku Grave Man without any obstruction.
Then, with a flash of blood-red light, the cold light suddenly lit up in the air like a flash of lightning. It charged diagonally into the air, turned in the air, and disappeared like a meteor!
Then, a blood-red flash appeared!
Puchi!
The neck of Wuku Grave Man, who was still fighting with Zhang Chulan, turned red at the same time. A cold frost instantly enveloped his entire body.
This attack instantly killed the Ku Quan expert, Grave-Crying Man!
"Your voice is too annoying. You should go and see your uncles, aunties, grandparents as soon as possible."
Zhang Fan had already appeared next to Zhang Chulan without her noticing. His tone was somewhat playful, and his eyes were extremely bright.
Zhang Chulan touched her neck. There seemed to be a non-existent wound there.
After a while, he suddenly came back to his senses. Just as he was about to open his mouth to speak, he suddenly felt a powerful aura pressing down on him.
Subconsciously, he circulated the Golden Light Curse in his body and the thunder technique on his arm.
Instantly, his muscles bulged and his veins bulged as he smashed heavily towards that aura.
bang
The two golden fists collided, creating a powerful shockwave.
With Zhang Chulan as the center, dust rose from the ground and spread around them.
"What is it? Why is Zhang Fan you? What are you doing?"
Zhang Chulan couldn't help but ask when she saw Zhang Fan standing opposite her with a faint smile on his face.
However, Zhang Fan didn't say anything at all. He simply used his actions to explain what he was saying.
With lightning-like steps, he instantly arrived in front of Zhang Chulan. He waved his fist and smashed it fiercely into Zhang Chulan's face.
His arm was not thick, but it had a huge force!
Bang!
Zhang Chulan's entire body was sent flying a few meters away. She crashed into several trees, sending splinters flying everywhere. The ground shook violently.
Zhang Fan's expression remained calm as he calmly glanced at Zhang Chulan, who had been sent flying by his punch.
Then, he turned around and left with Liu Yanyan, disappearing into the darkness.
Zhang Chulan saw that Zhang Fan had completely left. She covered the area where Zhang Fan had hit her and began to scream in a hoarse voice.
"F * ck…cough cough…he's a lunatic!"
He had no idea why Zhang Fan would attack him.
What he didn't know was that the instant Zhang Fan sent him flying, a system notification sounded in Zhang Fan's mind.
"Ding…Congratulations to the host for completing the mission."
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Six Navy Styles."
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