"Uncle Shen, don't worry about this bear-headed man for now, wait for me to deal with it. Nangong Fan shouted loudly, this is all living energy!

"Yes, Lord Nangong!" The person who was called Uncle Shen by Nangong Fan immediately responded.

Uncle Shen's name is Shen Zitu, and he is the oldest person in this You'an Town, and he is the peak of the water quenching bone realm cultivation, even if he is at the peak state, even the intermediate level of the bone quenching realm can completely abuse him, not to mention that he is old and his physical function has declined, I am afraid that it is just equivalent to an ordinary beginner.

But he has sheltered You'an Town for more than a thousand years, and he is highly respected here, and now these active Xuan Realms are all fists and feet that he has watched grow up and even taught by hand.

For such a person, Nangong Fan also has great respect, and there are so many cute but stubborn people that the human race will pass on the torch and it has not been cut off so far.

Shen Zitu has hunted more in his life than Nangong Fan has seen. Seeing that Nangong Fan is just a beginner-level quenching bone realm, how can he not understand that this person is an oasis monk of the Eight Classics, a treasure of the human race, and if he is put outside, he is a holy son, a prince-like existence.

The prince commanded, how dare the courtiers not listen? What's more, speaking of which, You'an Town, which he loved with all his heart and desperately protected, was able to survive this catastrophe thanks to the blessing of this prince. That's even more obedient to this.

Nangong Fan nodded with satisfaction, his eyes turned to the orcs who were scattering and chasing the figure of the demon blood horse, at this time, the momentum must be controlled, otherwise with the cruelty of the orc clan, he would not suddenly kill a horse gun. Especially the Tiger Thousand Blades, who are obviously unwilling, must be feared.

Nangong Fan himself is not afraid, but once again, it will be a real life-and-death fight, even if he tries his best to kill all the orcs, the entire You'an Town will be completely absent during this time.

This is what Nangong Fan doesn't want, but he won't let the orc clan go easily, except for those who escaped on the demon blood horse, all stay here!

"Where to run!"

Nangong Fan shouted loudly and chose to chase in the opposite direction of the Tiger Thousand Blades.

It's good that he didn't say this, but as soon as he roared, the orcs ran more happily, and they couldn't wait to use all their milk energy to escape.

You don't have to be the fastest, as long as it's not the last.

It's not the end, someone is unlucky first, how can the unlucky guy survive two moves, right?

The friendship between compatriots has long been forgotten by them, if it weren't for the restraint between each other, I'm afraid that Nangong Fan would have to fight before he caught up with them.

The Intermediate Quenching Bone Realm took the first step, and the Beginner Realm followed with a few people who had worked the body technique.

In the end, there are two unlucky eggs left.

The two of them also seemed to know that they couldn't run away, even if they ran to the location of the demon blood horse before Nangong Fan, the companions in front of them would not wait for them to get on the horse before leaving.

A bull's head, a sheep's head, two rotten brothers who looked a little similar glanced at each other while running, and then turned their heads and rushed towards Nangong Fan.

They all bowed their heads and charged violently.

The four horns shimmered, as if even the sky could poke a big hole out.

Nangong Fan's footsteps paused slightly, holding a long sword, but he didn't move. As soon as these two people made a move, they were gifted with supernatural powers, and he had to be cautious.

It's closer, it's getting closer.

Nangong Fan finally moved, "One Sword Lotus Flower!"

The blood of the black dragon sword was gone, with a little holy luster, shining in the gradually revealing sun.

His footsteps moved slightly, intending to avoid the edge, and the long sword in his hand danced, fluttering in the air. Pointing directly at the necks of the two of them.

At the same time, a kick was kicked out, like a crescent moon, sweeping the two of them. Even without the blessing of the power of the sun, the scorching sun leg method is also an extremely top-notch move, and after borrowing the power of the sun, it is sublimated to a level comparable to the Taoist moves in one fell swoop.

The sword is gentle, and the legs are domineering.

Like the moon and the sun, the soul is ecstasy.

Nangong Fan used his moves to press the bottom of the box to the fullest, and also used the power of the law by the way.

Wind Blade & Gravity!

The wind blade shattered quickly, but it also left white marks on the horns of the two of them.

Gravity staggered them, and the sword fell. Slightly obstructed, the bull's head fell to the ground with a bang.

The long legs left a phantom in the air, and the sound of breaking the air sounded, followed by the sound of "bang bang" into the flesh, each phantom seemed to be a real kick, and each foot was kicked firmly.

The sheep's bones shattered in it, and he fell to the ground.

His pupils were blood-red, and the horns bloomed with the last afterglow, rushing towards Nangong Fan. Even the horns of the ox that flew into the sky rushed into two pillars of light.

The corners of Nangong Fan's mouth couldn't help twitching a few times, but he didn't expect that the minotaur who was already in a different place, and the power that he had accumulated step by step before also rushed out of the horns. So why bother with this all-out blow that almost disregards the consumption?

Four pillars of light blasted straight from the front and above, and they seemed to be a little more domineering than the tiny sun fingers.

Nangong Fan didn't try to dodge, what he did before was just to interrupt, if the talent was so easy to dodge, it would be too insulting to his reputation. This innate supernatural power with the breath of the law, just like the law, has a trace of absolute meaning, and it is difficult to avoid it in other ways except to resist.

The long sword was withdrawn and blocked above the head, and the pillar of light falling from the cow's head had not yet reached its peak, so it was easy to solve.

The pillar of light falling by the sheep-headed man who still has breath is the most important thing, but the two of them are too close, and Nangong Fan can't do too many effective offensives to weaken its power. I had to stagger the heart and let the other side resist.

All kinds of laws resist a little, and a little bit of energy is a little bit of energy.

Small dragon scales appeared on the skin, protected by this black dragon armor, although it was inevitable to be injured, but it had reached the level that it could bear.

"Bang bang. ”

Two buzzes, and the light of the sheep's horns slammed into his chest. The pain of drilling his heart came from it, Nangong Fan gritted his teeth, and he didn't dare to take a breath of air, he was afraid that just that breath would be discharged.

The horn light above his head hadn't fallen yet! His hand clenching the Black Dragon Sword couldn't help but clench it even tighter, and traces of blood fell from above.

At the same time, he pulled out his foot and kicked forward hard, kicking hard at the sheep-headed man who had caused him great pain.

The strong, powerless sheep-headed man hummed and chirped, and the color in his eyes gradually dimmed.

The horn light fell, after all, it was interrupted first, and there was no master's blessing, and its power was reduced by a few percent.

Landing on the black dragon sword, it swung slightly, and the tiger's mouth felt a slight pain and floated away with the wind.

Nangong Fan drew his sword and stabbed at the two orcs, such a big consumption had to be made up. I didn't want to eat humanoids that walked upright, so I had to satisfy the appetite of the Black Dragon Sword, just hoping that this guy could reach the Xuan level quickly.

Glancing around, the orcs got on their horses, and without looking at him, they rode away.

Nangong Fan's eyes deepened, these orcs knew the specific location of You'an Town, and they were afraid that they would have to come to fight the autumn wind from time to time, and they couldn't stay for a long time.

After a killing, there are already four souls under the sword, all of them are in the Quenching Bone Realm, and there are even more peak existences, and there is even a high-level bear-headed man in the town who is paralyzed on the ground waiting to be lucky by the Black Dragon Sword.

It was rare for the Black Dragon Sword to have a big meal, and with joy, the energy that had been missed from its greedy mouth was also a little more.

Although these pure energies are extremely rare, they really increase the total amount of energy.

This is also the reason why the Blood Demon Son was extremely frightened after realizing its ability, under the forging of more than a billion years, even the Blood Demon Son, the forging person, did not know what changes had occurred in it. I can only be sure that this is an out-and-out evil sword.

The swords known as the evil swords are all terrifying and boundless swords with strange abilities that make people shudder. And the Black Dragon Sword devours the soul and body to evolve, and it can give the holder more power, if it is really known, I don't know what kind of uproar it will cause.

"This kind of energy still has to be used sparingly, and the taste is so wonderful that it is easy for people to sink into it and not be able to extricate themselves. Nangong Fan licked the corners of his mouth, his eyes flashed with blood-red brilliance, and he looked down at the two orcs that were gradually turning into nothing, even if he, the master, had a different feeling every time he looked at it.

The Black Dragon Sword trembled lightly in his hand, and it seemed to understand Nangong Fan's words and was expressing his dissatisfaction.

"I have to drink the soul and eat the meat, and I have to continue to grow, otherwise how can I be worthy of the name of the evil sword?"

Nangong Fan flicked the sword body, the blood in his eyes gradually faded, and the advanced black dragon sword became more and more spiritual, and it became more and more evil. made his whole heart clench, thinking that he would just throw away the black dragon sword and never pick it up again.

He was afraid, afraid that he would one day switch positions with the evil sword, afraid that he would lose himself, and from now on it would no longer be him who controlled the evil sword, but the spirit of the evil sword manipulated him to bring disaster to the world.

He took a deep breath and exhaled turbidity violently. How many people can say that they will lose such an evil sword?

"Wait until it gets out of control, then seal it away. Nangong Fan muttered, as if he was giving an explanation for what he had done.

The black dragon sword roared softly, as if it was happy, but more of a feeling seemed to be mocking?

Nangong Fan didn't have the heart to compare himself with a sword, and moved forward step by step.

Looking at the bear-headed man lying on the ground, but still breathing, Nangong Fan bowed slightly, "Nangong thank Uncle Shen here." ”

Shen Zitu waved his hand again and again, "Lord Nangong, everyone in our You'an Town should thank you, if it weren't for your existence, these orc clans would have succeeded." ”

Nangong Fan was slightly silent and laughed at himself, "Maybe if I didn't come, the orcs wouldn't come." ”

Shen Zitu's face was solemn, full of determination, "Without Lord Nangong, there will also be Lord Ximen." Sooner or later, the orcs and the damn wild nature will be revealed. We humans do not want to live like livestock, and it is good to discover the truth sooner. ”

"It's a pity. Nangong Fan also thought of Zhen Dichuai, who was the youngest Xuanjing combat power in You'an Town, and Shen Zitu had also poured countless efforts into it.

"When he's in the company of orcs, he's not a human anymore. Shen Zitu's face did not change at all, for more than a thousand years, he had never seen any strong wind and rain? A dead Zhen Deshuai is a wisp of smoke, and it will not leave much impression in his heart at all.