While thinking about how to prevent the other party from escaping next time when Zhou Fan met a man in black, he patted the wood chips on his body. At this time, the red sun had already fallen into the west mountain, and the floating clouds in the sky were rendered yellow.

The old dog slowly approached Zhou Fan. When Zhou Fan danced in the tree just now, it hid far away cleverly.

"Let's go, go back." Zhou Fan showed a comfortable smile on his face. Today, he was very satisfied.

At this time, his parents had already returned, but Zhou Fan did not plan to have dinner at home. After he got home, he told his parents and went back to the patrol camp.

If you eat at home, it will take a lot of time. If you let the curse ghost come to you at home, it will be troublesome.

Zhou Fan thought about this and walked towards the direction of home. The old dog following him suddenly stood up and ran to him, raised his head and barked at the sky.

Zhou Fan's pupils suddenly contracted. Is the curse ghost coming?

He looked up at the sky and saw a blood-red cloud floating towards him not far away. The blood cloud was particularly conspicuous against the dim and yellow clouds of the sky.

"Brother, go." Zhou Fan just glanced at it, then turned around and ran.

The old dog barked several times, and turned his head and followed Zhou Fan's footsteps.

This place is not far from home, and Zhou Fan knew that he could never confront ghosts here, otherwise it would be easy to implicate his parents, so he ran towards the outside of the village.

The blood cloud was three feet long, dragging its long flame tail, crossing the sky, chasing Zhou Fan tightly, and getting closer and closer.

Zhou Fan ran very fast. He had already left the houses in Sanqiu Village and entered a low forest. As long as he ran hundreds of meters, he would reach the edge of the Moquan.

Zhou Fan turned his head and looked at it. It was too late. Xueyun was already three or four feet behind him.

Moreover, when he walks to the Moquan, he will only kill the patrol team members there, which means nothing to him.

Zhou Fan stopped and pulled the knife back, took out the two small flame talismans that had been prepared and pressed on the straight knife.

The fiery red talisman line quickly spread across the blade.

The blood cloud in the air had already swooped towards Zhou Fan.

Zhou Fan shouted loudly and slashed with a knife. The blood cloud was cut into two pieces by the sharp blade. The fireworks scattered by the blade burned the bloody smoke.

After Zhou Fan cut the blood cloud in half, he quickly turned around and looked back.

The cut blood clouds gathered into a bloody smoke, and the small flame talisman fire inside the blood mist quickly became dimmed until it was extinguished.

The blood mist began to transform into a human form with three legs and three hands. On the smoke-shaped head, there was only one dark green eyeball that occupied the entire head space. The red dot in the center of the dark green eyeball was moving slightly, and it was looking at Zhou Fan.

Zhou Fan's face was cold, and this curse was a little different from last night.

Master Mao Fu said that the curse ghosts he found would become stronger and stronger, and Zhou Fan did not dare to take anything lightly.

The blood mist curse ghost floated towards Zhou Fan, and its three arms turned into sharp fog guns and stabbed towards Zhou Fan.

Zhou Fan swung his sword and slashed it out with a fiery red flame color, slashing three fog guns, making a tinging sound, and flames splashed everywhere.

With Zhou Fan's full force, the Blood Mist Curse Ghost was slashed backwards by the knife, and the three fog guns were constantly bounced away by the huge force on the knife.

Seeing this, Zhou Fan felt a lot more relaxed. The blood fog curse ghost was not as strong as himself, so there was nothing to be afraid of.

His sword became more and more fierce, and the curse ghost was completely suppressed by Zhou Fan.

Zhou Fan took advantage of the opportunity of sweeping away three fog guns and slashed vertically at the dark green eyeball on the head of the curse ghost. This is the life gate of the curse ghost.

The curse ghost let out a sharp roar, and smoke suddenly gushed out of its dark green eyeballs, covering the eyeballs.

The straight knife carrying the flame talisman slashed on the head, dividing the spell in half.

Three fog spears of cursing ghosts stabbed Zhou Fan, and Zhou Fan had to pull up his sword while quickly retreating.

After Zhou Fan took a few steps back, the Blood Mist Curse Ghost actually merged again. Its dark green eyeball first appeared in the heart and then moved to the head.

Zhou Fan frowned slightly. The knife he had just now not hit the eyeball of the curse ghost, and its eyeball was shifting very quickly.

The talisman fire that was not stained with the blood mist curse ghost that was not cut off was soon extinguished.

Zhou Fan quickly realized that as long as this talisman fire did not hit its eye, it would be difficult to kill it.

The Blood Mist Curse Ghost became furious. It waved three fog guns and rushed towards Zhou Fan. Zhou Fan just sneered and met him without fear.

Zhou Fan's basic sword technique for Liuguang Quick Silver Sword Skill has long been achieved. He can withstand the three swift guns of the curse ghost with the sword alone, and soon slashed the blood fog curse ghost and kept retreating.

This made the Blood Mist Curse ghost keep making a furious and low scream, but it has no choice but to do anything about Zhou Fan.

Zhou Fan soon found a second chance, and opened the fog gun that cursed the Blood Mist Cursed Ghost, and slashed it horizontally with one knife, and wanted to cut the head and eyeballs of the Blood Mist Cursed Ghost into two pieces.

But the blood smoke once again lingers on the head of the Blood Mist Curse ghost, and the blade slashes across, cutting away only two smokes.

The fog spear stabbed, and Zhou Fan had to retreat again. He looked at the burning talisman fire on the head of the Blood Mist Curse Ghost. The dark green eyeball of the Blood Mist Curse Ghost drilled out of its shoulders and stared at Zhou Fan coldly.

The talisman fire on the head was quickly extinguished, and the dark green eyeballs moved back.

Zhou Fan frowned slightly, and waved his sword again to slash at the Blood Mist Curse Ghost.

The setting sun has turned from dim to red, and the clouds in the sky have changed in color, and the sky seems to be burning.

The evening wind blows, and the leaves in the mixed forest rustle.

Zhou Fan's sword slashed the Blood Mist Curse ghost again and again, but the strange smoke moved the big eyeballs of the Blood Mist Curse ghost again and again.

Until the fifth time, the power of the small flame talisman on Zhou Fan's sword had been exhausted. He deliberately slashed away, forcing the Blood Mist Curse Ghost to retreat. At the same time, he was also retreating quickly. He quickly took out two small flame talismans with his left hand and stuck them to the straight knife. The straight knife was once again covered with flame talismans.

The Blood Mist Curse Ghost was entangled again. Zhou Fan swung his sword and fought with the Blood Mist Curse Ghost. The sharp sword light collided with the fast fog gun, which was dazzling.

Not long after, Zhou Fan knew that he was in trouble.

He had tried it five times, but he could not hit the eye of the Blood Mist Curse Ghost. If he continued to consume this, even if his talisman was not exhausted, he would be exhausted.

This blood mist curse ghost seemed to never be tired. It did not make any more angry screams, but it kept wielding the fog gun in silence. It didn't matter if it was not strong enough to be bounced away, and it didn't matter if it was struck. It had too much blood mist on its body to consume countless talisman power.

It is going to waste Zhou Fan to death.

I want to kill but can't escape.
Chapter completed!