Nangong Fan naturally didn't know that Ao Bing would also follow his pace to the Shushan Sword Sect, and even just one night had already walked in front of him.

Of course, even if Nangong Fan knew, he would only laugh at it, from the moment he stepped out of Dragon City, the so-called Junjie of Dragon City had been left behind by him, and he would not come here in vain if he met the Junjie of this earth for a while.

Nangong Fan knew the holy artifact "earth", and the planet under his feet had the same name as the holy artifact, so there was naturally something strange about it. And only such a supernatural place can arouse his interest.

After 16 years under the throne of the master, he read through history, knew the secrets, and practiced the unique exercises of the supernatural, but what he lacked was experience and some experience.

This kind of mentality is not good or bad compared to these people who are fighting in the lower realm.

As soon as the sky was bright, Nangong Fan jumped up from the soft wooden bed, finished washing, and started to set off again.

It's just that now that there is a dark tiger, there is no need to rest in the deep mountains and old forests every day, although it is a little less exciting, but no one wants to trouble the door for no reason.

It's fun to take a leisurely journey and enjoy the scenery that you can't see in Dragon City.

The small city is surrounded by some petty thieves, and naturally they will not take the risk of robbing a ruthless character who rides a dark tiger and does not seem to rob a merchant with oil and water.

There were also people who targeted him, but they couldn't keep up with the speed of the dark tiger and retreated.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye, and Nangong Fan's immature face on Kurosawa had a touch of vicissitudes, with a hint of wind and dust, and at this time, he couldn't see the appearance of an eighteen young man at all.

"There is still one day to go to Qingluan City. Nangong Fan stretched out a cowhide map on the back of the dark tiger, and every time he mentioned Qingluan City, he couldn't help but feel a slight ripple in his heart.

"There must be bandits near Qingluan City, rest here today, and really step into the scope of Qingluan City tomorrow. Nangong Fan said to himself, the blood demon is like a spectator, except for bragging to him, he will not say much about any choice he makes, and Ao Canglan sleeps in the dantian all day long, and I don't know where so much sleepiness comes from, isn't it enough to sleep for billions of years?

Nangong Fan put away the map, flipped down the thick body of the dark tiger, and looked at the mountains in the distance, the road was extremely rugged, and the good thing was that it was three or two times wider than the two-meter-wide Panlong Mountain Road.

Looking at these mountains, there is no longer the freshness of the fledgling time, and no matter how beautiful the scenery next to them is, it can no longer arouse the slightest interest to watch.

In the past half a month, there have been too many such scenes.

"Tomorrow, we should meet bandits and thieves again. Nangong Fan whispered, patted the dark tiger twice, and the dark tiger lay on the ground without the slightest temper. Nangong Fan leaned on the body of the dark tiger, gently closed his eyes, and the dark tiger's body was covered with black light, and one person and one tiger melted into the night.

When the sky was bright, Nangong Fan Lisuo turned over the tiger, the dragon scales loomed under the plain clothes, and as soon as the thought moved, the dark tiger let out a long roar, bringing up the soil and wind and waves towards the mountain road observed yesterday.

Beyond the mountains here, is Qingluan City.

What is the difference between Qingluan City and Dragon City?

Nangong Fan couldn't help but ponder, Nangong Fan didn't know at this time that it was rumored that Qin Mengyi, Kurosawa's mother, who had died a long time ago, was a person from Qingluan City.

The dark tiger hissed, disturbing Nangong Fan's thoughts, Nangong Fan looked at the ground with a gaze, the iron nails on the ground stood horizontally, revealing a gloomy and sharp atmosphere, Nangong Fan sneered, comforting the dark tiger who stepped on the thunder.

The speed of the dark tiger did not decrease, and the thick forefoot of the skin and flesh was inlaid with an iron nail, and dripping dark red blood seeped outward.

Nangong Fan's meager spiritual power surged, sucked out the iron nail, held the end of the iron nail, and looked at the tiny iron nail in front of him, the sharp edge shining vividly in the sun.

"It's good that it's not poisonous. Nangong Fan sighed softly, and a continuous caravan came to mind, the horses trampled on the unnoticeable iron nails, the front horses were frightened, the convoy was panicked, the wheels of the carriage were pierced by the iron nails, the speed was limited, the bandits came from everywhere, and the caravan was like a lamb to be slaughtered.

It's just that this small injury is nothing to the huge dark tiger, but it is stimulated by this numbness, and the speed is even more excited, and it roars between the mountain roads in a long roar.

"Why didn't the bandits appear?" Nangong Fan frowned slightly, and his faint spiritual sense permeated the surroundings, quietly, as if the previous iron nail was just a small joke that God played on him.

Nangong Fan didn't think much about it anymore, comforted the dark tiger, and continued to run forward, the faint aura around the dark tiger's body floated, and the wound on the palm of his hand was scarred between the runs, and it no longer had the slightest effect.

For a moment, Nangong Fan faintly heard the sound of fighting in front of him, his brows frowned slightly, but suddenly, someone stepped on the thunder before him, it seems that there are quite a few people, it should be a caravan, and the strength of this caravan should not be weak, otherwise how dare to take this road? Although the bandits here radiate all the paths around, this road across the mountain range is definitely the most vulnerable to bandits.

Nangong Fan stopped the dark tiger at a corner and observed the front through the slightest gap in the trees.

More than a dozen carriages formed a protective ring, guarding an extremely luxurious-looking carriage in the center.

The carriage was lined with goods, and there was a faint aura emanating from it.

The central compartment is covered by a curtain on which a bluebird with wings outstretched is outlined. The blue bird is a divine horse, with eyes wide, revealing a noble atmosphere.

Between the wagons with goods was a guard in battle robes, each with fierce eyes resisting the onslaught of the bandits.

There were two figures in the sky, and fierce and violent spiritual power burst out in them.

The two of them moved extremely fast, and Nangong Fan's eyesight couldn't keep up with the rhythm of their battle.

I can only vaguely see a sideburn-haired old lady, dressed in plain clothes, holding a green sword, and there is a crisp and pleasant birdsong echoing in the sky and the earth during the dance.

The person who fought with her held a sharp axe in each hand, and when he swung it, he outlined the golden mang, each axe was extremely powerful, and the fierce ferocity revealed between the surging spiritual power of each axe made the battlefield below stagnate slightly.

The battlefield below was chaotic, even if there were many bandits, but it was chaotic, and the twenty caravan guards were like the most defensive shields in the world, stubbornly resisting the bandits again and again.

The spiritual power in the bodies of the twenty guards is strung together to form a circular shield, and a small disc is hung on the wrist, and spirit stones are placed in an orderly manner on the disk, even if it is only a low-grade spirit stone, but the wealth of the caravan is still fully revealed.

The brilliance on the spirit stone surged, releasing wisps of power pouring into the body of the guard, allowing the guard to continue fighting without fear of attrition.

Nangong Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, and his spiritual sense slowly probed towards the middle of the battle, this level of engagement could not stop the pervasive spiritual sense from prying on, but when it reached the vicinity of the carriage that was silent in the center, the carriage was like a terrifying giant beast devouring all the approaching spiritual consciousness.

Nangong Fan's eyebrows ached slightly, his eyes couldn't help but dim a little, and he gasped, since he had spiritual sense, he had never encountered such a situation.

Nangong Fan rubbed his temples that were a little swollen, and whispered softly, "Twenty Martial Kings, and even more Martial Saints, there seems to be a very terrifying person in that luxurious carriage." ”

The battle was extremely fierce, and no one paid attention to this uninvited guest who was hiding in the shadows and secretly observing the name Nangong Fan.

Nangong Fan put aside the chaotic pictures around him, staring solemnly at the carriage in front of him, as if there was a desolate beast in it slowly opening its hideous mouth to swallow his entire body, Nangong Fan's heart was slightly cold, and sweat began to flow on his back, and he didn't even dare to think of escaping.

It seems that as long as you retreat, you will face a catastrophe.

"Looks like we're here to help?" A crisp sound exploded from inside the carriage between heaven and earth, and everyone's movements froze slightly, and continued to fight as they had just acted.

The two people fighting in the sky opened as soon as they touched it, and there were wisps of blood between their mouths, slashing through the sky, and they were obviously not lightly injured.

Lao Ji took two steps back in the void, didn't even pay much attention to the blood in his mouth, bowed slightly, and his face was full of respect.

The big man with the giant axe looked at the luxurious carriage under his feet with a frightened face, "The lord of the Qingluan family is making a mistake. ”

"Wrong, you're right!" The voice was crisp, like the cry of a divine bird, with a hint of naughtiness, like a goddess in the sky, full of curiosity about everything around her.

The big man holding the giant axe screamed in pain, his hands hung down weakly, and the two giant axes fell from the air, overturning several bandits, and their heads exploded directly, and the red and white flew around, causing a riot among the bandits.

The twenty guards shouted neatly, making the heavens and the earth tremble twice, the light mask quickly retracted into their bodies, and a strong aura surged on the surface of their bodies, and they actually gave up their defense and rushed straight towards the bandits around them.

For example, twenty giant tigers that have escaped from their cages will choose people to be devoured.

The sound of birdsong echoed in the heavens and the earth, and the twenty guards were like a tiger's wings. The bandits felt uncomfortable, their hands and feet gradually weakened, and the sharp blades that could be easily danced on weekdays seemed to weigh more than a thousand catties, and even their eyes seemed to have an inexplicable force to slowly close them.

The twenty guards raised and fell with their swords in their hands, never stopping, as if they were enjoying the scenery in their own back garden, and every step was a human head rolling down, even if the Martial Emperor, who was by no means an opponent on weekdays, became a corpse without resistance.

The birdsong is like a song, in the song, the big man in the sky bent his legs involuntarily, his eyes widened, there was endless incredulity hidden in the depths of his pupils, his face was distorted, and he was still struggling hard, but after all, he knelt down completely against the void, making two loud noises, and the empty void seemed to have something supporting him.

The birdsong resounded in his heart like a requiem.

The big man wailed weakly, and in the beautiful sound, his body was covered with dense cracks, blood droplets squeezed down, and his body no longer had the slightest strength, and fell from the void.

A faint blue light emerged, bouncing off the fallen corpse and falling outside the carriage guard, as if fearing that the dirty blood would defile the way forward.

In a moment, Nangong Fan saw that the bandit was slaughtered cleanly.

"Little guy, don't you come to see this girl?" The beautiful voice sounded in Nangong Fan's ears, Nangong Fan's face was stunned, and his body was covered with cold sweat.