"Haoran is righteous. ”

The old man's eyes flashed with annoyance, this heroic righteousness can be called the nemesis of all evil demons.

It's like water overcoming fire. When the quality and quantity of the two are the same, water will always have the upper hand.

Under the suppression of Haoran's righteousness, his body technique was restrained by him.

The illusion is easily broken, and the bloody ones are eliminated.

He never thought that the obscene fat man would have the heroic righteousness that he had only seen in ancient books.

The old scholar in the galaxy city, who studied the scriptures hard and sat in the galaxy academy, did not have the protection of Haoran righteousness, why is this obscene fat man?

The old man has an unspeakable grievance in his heart, he is going to succeed, he is going to get an excellent test subject. But in the last moment, it collapsed.

Nangong Fan's eyes regained clarity, and the blood mist that filled the sea of knowledge was like foam, dissolving under the brilliance of Haoran righteousness.

Nangong Fan was not in the mood to think about anything else, he already understood that most of the old guy in front of him was not from the Chen family. It's the guy who planted the sigil on Mo Xiaoxin.

Nangong Fan was a little excited, capturing this talisman alive was the best way to solve the talisman on Mo Xiaoxin's body.

This sanctimonious old guy seems to be a fairy wind and bones, but in fact, the rune is full of endless evil intentions.

It is my bounden duty to kill demons and eliminate evil spirits!

Nangong Fan thought like this, and his movements in his hands became a little faster.

He wanted to vent all the grievances that he had just been pressed and beaten.

Dancing with a sword.

The black dragon sword trembled, it was also excited, and it also felt the grievance just now, hating that it couldn't be independent, otherwise it would have stabbed him to death with a sword.

Nangong Fan waved his fist, a bear roared, and the boundless wildness spread.

Is there a hard fist in his fist?

The wood of vitality is smashed with a punch.

Continuous water, bursting fire, heavy earth?

Five fist shadows, five dazzling rays of light flashed in the sky.

You use crooked ways, with the help of the general trend of heaven and earth, I will use my iron fist to turn the world upside down.

Nangong Fan showed the aesthetics of violence to the old man.

No matter what bells and whistles, punch it.

One punch isn't enough, then another punch.

The appearance of Haoran righteousness made the old man have no fighting spirit, he has a very high status in Metroidvania City, and he is a person's dark chess, how can he use himself to make a move?

As soon as he went back and crooked his mouth, "This man will be useful for my experiments." ”

Someone took action against him and tied these two guys who offended him in front of him.

The old man wanted to escape.

The sword light was brilliant, drawing a beautiful arc in the sky.

The sword roars like a dragon, and the fist shines like a bear.

The old man felt that he had entered the sea of demon beasts and returned to the era of recklessness.

The staff in the old man's hand lit up with a milky white glow. In the light, he no longer pretended, peeled off his usual mask, and showed a cruel and bloodthirsty smile, he took a deep look at the fat man's sweaty figure.

If this person is not removed, he will not be at peace for the rest of his life.

The fat man was far more threatening in his mind than Nangong Fan.

Nangong Fan had regret in his eyes, and he had already recognized the milky white brilliance.

Unique to the color of time and space, although he has a moment of smoke, but the reincarnation of the heavenly power is still in the embryonic stage, it is feasible to use its breath to fix the space in advance, in the actual combat is ever-changing, how can there be time for him to play?

He is like a hard-working gardener, carefully caring for the flowers that are still budding, and only when they are brilliant can there be beautiful landscapes.

The fat man's face is ugly, but his strength is low, and he slightly affects the battle situation, and there is still a little possibility to rely on the cultivation of exercises, and if he wants to participate in it, he is looking for death.

But there is such an old man who is silently thinking about him behind his back, and he feels extremely uncomfortable with these three hundred catties of fat. Even the idea of fleeing from the Galactic Star came to him in his heart. It's not like he hasn't done it before, anyway.

There is no place to stay here, there is a place to stay here.

Nangong Fan's eyes were not shocked, next time he was on guard, he would naturally not fall into the illusion so easily, then he would be worthy of this old guy.

This old guy looks like a man, and he is by no means a reputable figure in Metroidvania, maybe he can directly call the door, for the sake of Mo Xiaoxin, in order to let himself sleep peacefully, he needs to do this.

The old man's pupils were full of resentment, how many years had he been on the top? Even the left and right speakers and the emperor had to give him some face, how could he have suffered such a loss?

If I don't retaliate this time, I can't calm my heart and feel uncomfortable.

He remembered the faces of these two boys deeply, and his revenge would soon come.

Nangong Fan was holding the Black Dragon Sword, with an indifferent smile on the corner of his mouth, he was ready to fight against the Nangong family, would he be afraid of such an old man who would only hide behind his back and use insidious methods?

There are more lice and they are not afraid of bites.

The milky white brilliance shrouded the old man's body, and the old man slowly faded in it.

The milky white brilliance blooms with the last afterglow. Brilliant as fireworks.

The old man's body disappeared in place.

Nangong Fan shook his head slightly, ready to return to Metroidvania. Just haven't waited for him to make a move. The eyebrows suddenly lit up, and the smoke flashed away in an instant, and the appearance of budding was ready to be released, and it disappeared in the void with a twist.

Nangong Fan raised his eyebrows and waited intently, as if there was another change that he didn't know about?

The space seemed to freeze, and a vague white shadow appeared in the void, and in an instant, the smoke swayed the body, revealing excitement.

It hadn't eaten in a long time, and this spatial power was his best food. The branches and leaves spread out, enveloping white shadows. It's like a beast opening its jaws to devour everything in front of it.

The white shadow slowly fell out of nothingness.

A black sword mark seemed to come from the sky. The sharp edge seems to be about to divide the world in two.

As soon as the white shadow disappeared, the sword shadow came in an instant. There is no detachment from the water, there is no excessive speech.

The expression on the old man's face was still frozen in resentment, and he wanted to escape with the help of this rare spatial spirit stone.

Although it was a bit wasteful, even in his eyes, even if he didn't use crooked demons and evil ways, he could suppress those two young people. But he is just cautious. He was not willing to take even the slightest risk. He's used to doing things that are 100% successful. He sensed a deep crisis.

He's in space teleportation, where is the danger?

But still in an instant, his mind moved, and the spiritual power between heaven and earth surged, but how much spiritual energy could he gather in a hurry?

The light flashed away.

A pain came from the shoulder. Even if he desperately tried to escape in a hurry, he would inevitably be injured after all. This is a rare injury in his more than 100 years of life.

A sword broke an arm. The entire arm was broken shoulder to shoulder.

He couldn't help but gasp.

Nangong Fan held the black dragon sword, fluttering like a sword immortal.

The old man's eyes flashed with consternation, and he was in no mood to think about why the teleportation failed. The tips of his fingers glowed with a faint glow. The ripples of space, the flickering of rings. Some strange-shaped things were revealed, and they hit Nangong Fan's body.

Dark skin, streamlined body. It seems indestructible.

"Puppet?" Nangong Fan's eyes fluctuated, and the blade of the sword turned.

The green mangs are overwhelming.

The sword marks are staggered, and time stands still.

Messy sounds, black debris blooming like fireworks.

Nangong Fan shook his arm slightly, unloading the huge anti-shock force.

The old man's eyes flashed.

If you can't go, let's fight!

When Nangong Fan was entangled with the puppet, his eyebrows brightened, and the aura of heaven and earth surged, forming a transparent tornado above his head. Roaring towards Nangong Fan.

Nangong Fan's eyes were lightly raised, the tip of the sword flickered, and the green light covered it. Lotus flowers, suspended around.

The sword moves, and the brilliance is magnificent. Move, without avoidance.

Vortex and sword.

Divine power and spiritual power.

The whole heaven and earth roared loudly.

A mushroom cloud exploded out of thin air here.

Nangong Fan's eyes were calm, and he fled straight into the core area of the explosion. The flesh was torn apart by the furious energy, and blood spilled out.

Nangong Fan's eyes were extremely firm. Between the chaos, sharp needles stabbed at him all over the world.

There are waves in the sea of knowledge, and the divine power is aimed at the soul. The damage of a high-level legendary divine cultivator to Zhihai can be imagined.

Nangong Fan had already taken precautions against this. The sea of knowledge rolled up the wind and waves, but even so, there was still a tearing pain permeating the air. Blood fluttered from the corners of his mouth, but his footsteps still didn't stop.

In an instant, he will not give up the opportunity created by Yanhua.

There was the sound of the wind whistling in my ears, and there was a pain in my chest.

I saw a withered palm, straight towards my chest. It was glowing with a faint green glow, like a poisonous snake. This old man is also a ruthless man, and he also chose to enter the explosion to make trouble.

It's just that his elegant appearance no longer exists, his long tied hair is flying wildly, and his atmospheric clothes are full of mouths, revealing his bloody chest.

His physical body is still more than one grade worse than Nangong Fan.

Nangong Fan clenched his fist in his left hand and held a sword in his right hand, the sword shadow was messy, but he easily blocked the needle.

Nangong Fan didn't dare to easily try the attack of this vicious old man. The devil knows if there is any poison in it, and the devil knows if there are other evil methods.

Fist to palm.

The old man's only surviving palm was soft and lacklustre, without a trace of strength.

Doubts flashed in Nangong Fan's eyes, but the power in his fist was even more agitated.

Take advantage of your illness to kill you!

A sly smile flashed in the old man's eyes, his palm broke inch by inch, and his smile became more and more weird.

"Boom. ”

The fleshy palm revealed a black epidermis, glittering with a furious force.

"Boom. ”

Another monstrous roar.

Nangong Fan's fists twisted slightly, his body involuntarily flew backwards, his whole body was blurred, and blood was spilling in the sky.

Nangong Fan gritted his teeth, and threw his sword-holding hand towards the explosion. The sword groaned softly, and the black light was like the wind. Brilliant brilliance, streaked across the sky.

There was a crisp sound.

A turtleshell-like object is suspended in mid-air.

The black dragon sword roared and pierced into the tortoiseshell, which was already full of flaws.

Even if it was a spiritual weapon, it was already scarred from the explosion just now.

If it is irrigated with spiritual power for a long time, there may be some possibility of returning to its original state. It's just a pity that no one has time to restore it now.

The black dragon sword seemed to have turned into a real black dragon, with a monstrous momentum, with a ferocious aura, towards the turtle shell.

Behind the turtle shell, the old man's bare eyes were full of disbelief.

After being so badly injured, you can still burst out with an attack of this intensity?

But he could only pray that the broken turtle shell was strong enough. He was also seriously injured and had no more means to spare.

How did he know that the Black Dragon Sword had already had a demonic nature, but it had been suppressed by Nangong Fan. Now that there is no suppression, I can smell the tempting fragrance of blood. It's crazy, it's been hungry for a long time, it's time to eat!

The turtle shell was pierced in an instant.

A long, mournful cry resounded through the air. It took half an hour to dissipate in the air.

A black light swayed from the direction of the turtle shell and returned to Nangong Fan's body.

A headless and armless body fell from the sky. The hole in his chest was so conspicuous, but there was no more of that beating heart.

Nangong Fan finally breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at his drooping arms, his body covered with scars.

The battle was tragic.

Fortunately, the old man who was entrusted with the big at the beginning narrowed the distance between the two himself, otherwise it is really hard to say who will kill the deer.

As for capturing the old man alive at the beginning, Nangong Fan couldn't even think of it. If it weren't for the existence of the fat man, even he would have planted himself.