Those disciples outside the big battle, seeing that Zhang Fan was about to be killed, one by one, had an intolerable heart and a dark heart.

Wu Yue saw that Zhang Fan was about to be killed by five lines, and above the corners of his mouth, there was a smile that almost never appeared.

Be sure to die, be sure!

Zhang Fan also thought that if he did not leave here, he would undoubtedly die.

Fortunately, he still has the third shift that is not used.

Just as he was about to use the third displacement and return to the hole, suddenly, everyone was shocked by the scene.

Outside, a shadow suddenly came over.

He carried a drink, a drunken eye, and a drunken drink.

One shake three.

This man is in the long life gate, useless person who is disgusted by everyone, the nine uncles.

The nine-year-old uncle came before and went straight to the big battle.

“Uncle Nine, you can’t go in!”

Some of the good-natured disciples cried out.

But the nine uncles seemed to have not heard, staggered and entered the big battle.

As he entered the big battle, the five lines of energy around him, the illusion of attack, immediately attacked him.

But as if he could not see it, he continued to stagger forward.

And those attacks hit the body, make a local sound, from time to time some Mars.

But it doesn’t seem to have any effect on him.

Even his shabby clothes did not change at all.

He continued to stagger and toward Zhang Fan's position.

It seems that a gust of wind can blow him down;

But five lines of energy are in full swing, and he is all blowing.

When all the students here saw this scene, one by one they were stupid.

How is it possible?!

That's five kills!

You can kill the Holy One!

Somebody can carry such a big battle.

And in the absence of any energy, just with the body, carry such an attack?!

That's too much, isn't it?

And the most incredible thing is that this person is disgusted by almost everyone in the long life, and even by the leader and the elders, all day long only know how to drink, regardless of the nine uncles.

What is the 9th grade?

The Emperor.

It is higher than the average disciple, but it is far worse than the elder.

The most important thing is that as long as you see him on weekdays, it must be a drunken and smoky look, and you have never seen him cultivate.

It has been nearly a hundred years, and he has long since abandoned cultivation.

Many people secretly compare, although he is a martial emperor, but it is likely that even the strength of a martial king is not as good.

Such a person, even with his body hard to carry five lines of killing attack, into the array.

Nima is unscientific, isn’t it?

But this is not the least scientific.

The least scientific thing is that he gives a visual impression and walks very slowly.

One shake three.

But the first second is still on the edge of the big battle, and the next second has come to the center of the big battle.

Then Zhang Fan was like dusting ash on the body, gently sweeping two sweeps, and the vines wrapped around Zhang Fan's body, all of them quickly retreated to the surrounding area like a snake that saw the fire.

Then he patted Fan on the shoulder and said vaguely: "Hello boy... what's the matter... this is... five lines of killing... once in a thousand years... this is your creation..."

In the middle of the speech, hundreds of boulders with a diameter of hundreds of meters hit the two.

His right hand was like a fly, and he waved it gently.

uh-

Those boulders suddenly turned into powder and drifted away with the wind.

Another great flood came upon them.

“The wine is running out.”

He opened his cucurbit cover and gently took the trick on his right hand.

The flood came all in his gourd.

Everyone knows that the gourd is a sub-biological space.

But everyone also knows that even sub-biological space cannot hold the energy of water properties that rush like a flood.

But, in less than ten seconds, all the floods were loaded into the gourd.

He swung the gourd and sniffed in front of his nose.

Slitting his eyes and saying, “Well, although the taste is a little lighter... but I can also make a drink...”

Then he pulled Zhang Fan in one hand and threw it directly outside the big battle.

Zhang Fan's body could not fly involuntarily into the field.

The energy that attacked Zhang Fan along the way, when it was still three meters from Zhang Fan's body, all dissipated automatically.

Zhang Fan did not encounter any obstacles to fly out of the field, and then fell to the ground.

Then the nine uncles poured a mouthful of wine, mouthed, shook three times, and walked out of the big battle.

Everyone in the room looked stunned and opened their mouths.

The elders were scared.

Five lines of killing, even if the head of the cow enters, it is impossible to escape death.

Has it been broken by Uncle Nine now?

And the nine uncles broke the battle, the method used is not to break the eyes, or force the break of these traditional methods with energy.

It’s hard to use your body!

That’s too scary, isn’t it?

In this way, it seems that the strength of the nine uncles is probably far beyond Wusheng.

According to legend, there is a stronger existence on top of Wusheng.

I had no idea that Uncle Nine existed like this!

In this way, on weekdays, those disciples who gave the nine uncles white eyes all came down one by one.

God, I used to look down on Uncle Nine.

This is just dying!

Deadly!

Hip-

At this time, Wu Yue almost did not have a mouthful of old blood sprayed out.

It took so long and took so much effort to finally trap Zhang Fan in the five lines of killing.

Seeing this time Zhang Fan was definitely unable to escape, who expected to kill this old drunk half way.

This old drunken man often bumps into four times on weekdays, drunken dreams of death, and anyone will completely ignore him.

I can’t believe he came so far at this time.

Nima, I want to kill Zhang Fan, is it so difficult?

The nine uncles came to the big battle, looked at the disciples in a dark, chuckled smile, and said to Zhang Fan: "Boy... not fast to go, wait until he died?"

Zhang Feng quickly climbed up and was about to flee.

Wu Yue flashed in front of Zhang Fan.

Slightly shyly look at the nine uncles: "Uncle Nine, Zhang Fan killed the leader, and we spent such a great price that we started five lines of killing."You could have killed him, so why let him go?”

"He paid for me... for me."

The nine-year-old uncle's tongue knotted and said inarticulately.

Hip-

Wu Yue squirts directly out this time.

Nima, it's funny to me, isn't it?

Just because he paid for your wine, you will let go of the murderer who killed the leader?

Nicole is drunk!

However, the strength of the nine uncles is too strong, and even five lines of killing can be carried hard.

Wu Yue was too afraid of him.

Now that the nine-year-old uncle let Zhang Fan go, he did not dare to say anything more.