Chapter 263: I am your master
It was three o'clock in the morning, the night was cold and clear, there was a cold wind blowing from afar, blowing the withered leaves on the ground, making a rustling sound.
"What on earth are these powders?"
"Why does it make the body unable to move?"
After releasing the paper man, Meng Fan was shocked to find that those pollen-like things seemed to be sticking to the body, and even if a cold wind blew over them, they couldn't be blown off a bit, and there were also some that came into contact with the skin, which actually infiltrated the body, burrowing into the blood vessels and the meridians, searing and rolling, affecting the invocation of the true qi!
What's more terrible is that the nerves were also paralyzed, the body could not move, even the soul was affected, began to dizziness, undoubtedly poisoned!
As for that black-robed old man, when he saw the ferocious aura of the paper man released by Meng Fan, a strange aura appeared in his gaze, he even waved away the two clusters of petals, and maneuvered the twine to fly towards the paper man, as if the twine was endless, it was like a long snake, and wandered in the middle of the paper man, and no matter how much the paper man attacked the twine, he couldn't destroy it, and from time to time, the twine had wrapped around the paper man all together!
"Although your paper man is amazing, but it is not yet a climatic situation."
That old man said indifferently, and waved his hand violently, the twine instantly contracted, the snorting sound continued, the paper man was unexpectedly bundled into a ball, and the force of that twine was so great that the paper man instantly changed shape, and let Meng Fan's heart be shocked that the twine seemed to be able to absorb the true qi that was attached to the paper man, and the paper man became more and more fragile.
"This time it's going to be bad!"
Meng Fan's face turned pale as he used his mind to manipulate the paper man to resist, but to no avail, his heart became anxious, this was the first life and death battle he had encountered after leaving the Pig's Foot Mountain, and he had been pressed by the other party without even the slightest chance to resist!
Moreover, the true qi in the paper man's body had been drained away by the twine, and there was no way to perform the Tian Yuan Fei Xia Technique, the Blood Mango Kill, or even the Hundred Flowers Burial!
"Leaving!"
That old man shouted in a deep voice and stretched out his palm, and with a grip and a release, the hemp rope suddenly detached from the paper people's bodies and flew towards Meng Fan, while the ten paper people fell to the ground and became a pile of waste paper.
"It's not that the paper people's power isn't good, and it's not that the old man's technique that's powerful, it's that the cultivation gap between me and him is too great!"
Witnessing this scene, Meng Fan sighed, if he and the old man had similar strengths, the paper people would definitely not have been killed by the twine in seconds, and he himself wouldn't have gotten caught up so easily, the gap between the cultivation levels had let this duel turn into a one-sided abuse.
"Nine Chrysanthemums Soul Drawing!"
After that old man subdued the paper man, he began to punch Meng Fan and recite an incantation, the hemp rope wrapped around Meng Fan's body like a snake, and one end of the rope was still coiled on top of Meng Fan's head, slowly writhing, as if he wanted to extract Meng Fan's soul.
"Wait!" Meng Fan gritted his teeth and gazed coldly at the old man, "I have something to ask you."
"What is it?" The old man's voice was hoarse.
"Your people tried to kill me, do you know about this?" Meng Fan frowned.
"Don't know." The old man said.
"Then do you know why he killed me?"
"Don't know."
Hearing the old man's answer, Meng Fan sneered, "You know nothing, and without questioning the rights and wrongs, you're going to come and kill me to avenge your Sect members?"
"The Nine Chrysanthemum Sect will not let their disciples die in a foreign land, those who are alive will seek justice for those who have died, one life pays for another, I'm sure you understand this reasoning." The old man said in a deep voice.
"It's too ridiculous! Your disciple was instructed by someone else to kill me, I only killed your disciple out of self-defense, do you think it's appropriate to kill me?"
"Even if what you say is true, but my disciple is already dead, you have an old saying, it's called killing a man to pay for his life and paying for his debts, there's no point in talking more, next time you do something, you should think about the back way for yourself more."
The old man stopped speaking and choked and pointed at the twine, Meng Fan immediately felt his soul being slowly drawn out, a life and death crisis surged to his heart.
What made him even more helpless was that due to those powders, his body and soul were imprisoned, and he was unable to use any of his arts, and could only watch himself die.
"Whoosh!"
Just as Meng Fan's life and death were on the line, an air-breaking sound rang out, and a cloud of black shadows glittering with a dark light swooped down on the old man, the speed of which was mind-boggling.
"What kind of person obstructs the old man?"
The old man's gaze condensed, waved his arm, his wide robe sleeve wrapped toward the black light, only to hear a cat meow, the black light stepped on the old man's arm, then reversed its direction and jumped onto Meng Fan's shoulder, his eyes showing a ferocious light as he stared at the black-robed old man.
"Good cat!" Meng Fan skimmed his lips, the one that came was none other than Ye Xiaoxiang's cat.
"How dare you, how dare you kill my friend in front of my home, when what place is this?"
A voice rang out, soft with a hint of flirtation, Ye Xiaoxiang stepped out of the darkness and stood beside Meng Fan, frowning when she saw the rope that was writhing on Meng Fan's head.
"Sister Ye, that's enough!" Seeing Ye Xiaoxiang appear, Meng Fan's heart was greatly settled and he grinned, "I'll treat you to dinner later."
"Cut." Ye Xiaoxiang glared at Meng Fan, "Who wants you to invite!"
The old man saw that someone was blocking the way and gazed at Ye Xiaoxiang, "Do you want to block the old man from avenging his disciples?"
"Sect member?" Feeling the appalling aura of the old man's body, Ye Xiaoxiang pursed her lips, looked at Meng Fan, seemed to have made a decision of some sort, and spoke, "He is also my disciple, so naturally, if you want to kill him, it won't work. If you want to kill him you'll have to go through me."
"Heh!" Meng Fan laughed, naturally understanding what Ye Xiaoxiang meant, and then deliberately put on an aggrieved look and said in a pained voice, "Aiyaa, someone is blatantly bullying us at the door! It's simply too much!"
"……"
The black-robed old man froze at the sight, just now, this kid was still looking indomitable, not afraid to deal with him, he still felt that this kid was a man, how come he suddenly turned into this appearance now?
This contrast is a little too big right!
And this woman in front of him, it seems that she can't save his life, right?
Not to say anything else, that pollen poison once attacked, there is no cure, this kid sooner or later have to die!
Even if you save him, it will be in vain!
Ye Xiaoxiang took a look at Meng Fan's strange appearance and smiled in a dignified manner, "What are you afraid of, with me here, no one can bully you tonight!"
"The old man is here tonight for the Sectarian-" the old man frowned and just opened his mouth but was interrupted by Ye Xiaoxiang.
"You beat up my people." Ye Xiaoxiang gazed at the old man and said in a cold voice.
"My disciple was-" The old man continued to speak, only to be interrupted by Ye Xiaoxiang again.
"You beat up my people." Ye Xiaoxiang was unforgiving.
"I ……"
The old man was choked speechless by Ye Xiaoxiang, but Meng Fan looked smug, saving his life was important, and temporarily playing the role of Ye Xiaoxiang's disciple was no big deal.
"Go with the old man!"
The old man seemed to know that he couldn't argue with Ye Xiaoxiang, so he stopped paying attention to her, manipulating the hemp rope and tugging Meng Fan backwards!
"Go!"
At this time, Ye Xiaoxiang waved her hand, and two figures swept out from the darkness, both exuding astonishing cultivation fluctuations, and one of them swung a knife in the air, slashing on top of the hemp rope, and surprisingly cutting the rope into two with a single slash!
As for one figure, he directly swung his sword at the black-robed old man!