If Zhou Fan really escaped invisibly, neither Qiu Qifu nor Qi Xiuyong would have a good idea. They looked at the old man surnamed Xiao, hoping that the old man surnamed Xiao could come up with a good idea.

The old man surnamed Xiao had a gloomy face. He thought quickly. If Zhou Fan escaped far away, he would have no choice.

"I have no choice." The old man surnamed Xiao moved his mouth slightly and said in the method of transmitting the voice: "I can only hope that he will not leave the North. As long as he does not leave the North, he will have the chance to find him again."

Qiu Qifu and Qi Xiuyong also knew that it would be difficult to find Zhou Fan if they really escaped too far. Zhou Fan was likely to take a detour back to the camp.

"Let's go." The old man surnamed Xiao said with a little anger.

Three Golden Body Realm monks and him, a talisman cultivator, came to deal with a monk who was suspected of Golden Body Realm. Not only did they fail, but one of them died.

Anyone who changes will feel angry.

The old man surnamed Xiao took the lead and walked forward, with Qiu Qifu and Qi Xiuyong following behind him.

The three of them seemed to give up, but they all tacitly warned about Zhou Fan who might have been hiding in the dark and trying to attack them.

After they walked for a while, they still did not receive any sneak attacks, and their tense spirits finally relaxed.

The breeze from the north blew, with a burning smell.

This smell has become the norm here. The breeze blows the three of them, and suddenly a gray sword light emerges from the breeze and falls to Qiu Qifu's head.

Even though Qiu Qifu was a little relaxed, he did not forget to be on guard. He was on guard all around him, but he could never imagine that the sword light would fall from the sky from the top of his head.

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Qiu Qifu was divided into two halves from the top of his head by this Guiyi sword filled with various forces, and blood and internal organs fell on the ground together.

The moment the sword light split open Qiu Qifu's head, Qi Xiuyong's body floated forward like a phantom.

The old man surnamed Xiao shouted coldly, and black snowflakes fell between the sky and the earth again, but he found nothing. The only thing left on the ground was Qiu Qifu's bloody corpse separated by two halves reminding the two that none of this was an illusion.

Qi Xiuyong's face turned pale. He floated back like crazy and floated to the old man surnamed Xiao. The falling black snowflakes had no effect on him because the old man surnamed Xiao controlled his talisman seed and did not let it hurt Qi Xiuyong.

Qi Xiuyong looked at Qiu Qifu who was killed by the corpse on the ground. He just felt that something had pinched his heart, making his heart stop beating.

He was extremely scared. The gray sword light was too strong. Even the powerful body of the golden cultivator, his true energy could not stop it.

If the target of the sword light was him, Qiu Qifu's fate would be his. He could not avoid the sword light falling from the sky, and he did not expect the sword light to fall from the sky.

It is precisely because of fear that he is so close to the old man surnamed Xiao. Only by getting close to the old man surnamed Xiao can he feel safe.

The old man surnamed Xiao gradually felt chill in his heart, and his black snow talisman seed dispersed. He looked up at the sky, but still found no trace of Zhou Fan.

It was like the knife that was emitted had completely evaporated into the world.

The chill in his heart subsided. He felt great anger and shouted angrily: "Rats with their heads and tails exposed, come out for me."

Just shouting loudly won't get a response at all.

The old man surnamed Xiao was angry that Zhou Fan killed two of his subordinates in a row under his nose. This man was too sinister and cunning. If the target of the sword light was him just now, he would be 100% sure that he could block this sword light that had great lethality to the golden cultivator.

At this moment, Zhou Fan, who was invisible, was floating in the outside air that the Black Snow Talisman could not reach, and looked at the two old men surnamed Xiao coldly from a high place. He also understood this very well, so he did not regard the old men surnamed Xiao as his first choice.

He just took the opportunity to succeed, but he took a close approach to the risk, and he chose a better control of Taoist style, rather than a ground-breaking style among the three Kitten styles.

Without the absolute certainty of killing everyone, he would not easily use the ground-cutting style.

There are only two people left now.

"Old Xiao, what should we do?" Qi Xiuyong asked calmly, but his spirit was very tense, and the right knuckles of his right hand holding the green jade knife were faintly white.

He was really afraid that the elusive gray sword light would suddenly appear and reap his life.

The old man surnamed Xiao had a calm face and his face was terrible cold. He did not speak, but walked over to take Qiu Qifu's storage bag. He also took the Hao Yu storage bag that had just died.

"Old Xiao, what should we do?" Qi Xiuyong couldn't help asking again.

"With me here, what are you afraid of?" The old man surnamed Xiao glanced at Qi Xiuyong coldly, "Or do you think it is not safe to stay by my side?"

Qi Xiuyong's face shook, and he was wondering if it was really safe, how could Qiu Qifu die?

But he didn't dare to speak to the old man surnamed Xiao like this. If it weren't for the old man surnamed Xiao, it would be hard for him to imagine how he could deal with Zhou Fan?

It was just an accident just now, after all, they were not too careful about the sky above their heads.

The old man surnamed Xiao suddenly pinched the mark, and the black snowflakes that had been falling suddenly flew against the sky, and countless flying flowers made a sound.

But the black snowflakes didn't hit anything, and the old man surnamed Xiao's face sank again. He originally thought he could hit Zhou Fan this time, but who knew that he would still not hit anything.

Zhou Fan must have mastered some kind of flying technique to fly from the sky, so he did this.

Zhou Fan, not far away, looked at him and sneered in his heart. He immediately evacuated with a knife. He had been wary of the old man surnamed Xiao and the others' counterattack method. If he hadn't evacuated, he should have tried to slash the second knife.

Black snowflakes fell, floating beside the old man surnamed Xiao and Qi Xiuyong.

"Since you don't want to come out, then continue to hide and don't let me find you." The old man surnamed Xiao said coldly. He bounced his fingers, burned Qiu Qifu's body and walked forward.

The black snowflakes floated as he moved.

Qi Xiuyong spitted and quickly followed to prevent it from falling outside the defensive snowflakes. He wanted to ask why the old man surnamed Xiao didn't maintain the defense of black snowflakes just now, so that Qiu Qifu might not have to die.

But he immediately understood why the old man surnamed Xiao was unwilling to do this, because maintaining such black snowflakes would definitely consume true energy. Besides, the old man surnamed Xiao would never have thought that Qiu Qifu would be killed.

As a monk in the talisman realm, maintaining black snowflakes to guard against a monk suspected of being a golden body realm is also absurd. If Qi Xiuyong was an old man surnamed Xiao, he might not be willing to do this before something happened.

Zhou Fan watched the two of them leave using their body movements. He fell from the air and wanted to use their body movements to follow them quietly. However, when he was about to pass through Qiu Qifu's burning corpse, he suddenly stopped and his face became solemn.

His human soul was faintly throbbing, which was conveyed by his cultivation consciousness.
Chapter completed!