At the same time, in a dense forest not far from the place where Nangong Fan and his group's spaceship landed.

Twelve dense branches sat cross-legged on each of them, and the figures shrouded in black robes.

There are men and women, fat and thin, tall and short, each with its own characteristics, and none of them are the same.

The twelve people did not move at all, and there was not the slightest extra noise coming out, as if twelve corpses were hanging from a tree, filled with indescribable gloom and horror, if anyone saw it, they would not be scared of illness.

Only shrouded in the surface of their bodies, the rich spiritual power testified that they were still alive and sound, and they were grasping every minute and every second to cultivate hard.

They are not strong enough, they don't want to be a burden in the eyes of the supreme god in their hearts, they are more willing to use their own efforts to create a great river and mountain for him.

In the silent and gloomy dense forest, a white light suddenly lit up.

Twelve pairs of eyes suddenly opened, and twenty-four rays of divine light flickered in the sky, dissipating in the blink of an eye.

Twenty-four eyes were full of fire, and the killing machine suddenly appeared in it, and the Holy Lord's younger brother had sent news! They were about to set off, and they were going to kill all sides here, not only for revenge, but also to become stronger.

Chen Ming lightly grabbed the white ball that spontaneously rotated in the void, looked at the eleven pairs of impatient eyes around him, and a bright smile hung on the corner of his mouth, "Young Master Nangong let us ......"

Chen Ming paused, his eyes froze, and his palm playing with the white ball stopped in front of him, his eyes were full of confusion, and he didn't know how to talk to his brothers and sisters.

"Little mouse, what did the young master say? Do you want us to divide the soldiers into two ways to kill them according to the plan? My blood is already hungry and thirsty!" A strong face emerged from the black robe, and the wrinkles formed a vague king character on the forehead, revealing a wild and domineering atmosphere.

"yes, little mouse, don't say anything more, be careful that I kick you to death. A white and transparent jade hand stretched out from another branch, and then waved lightly in the air, indescribably playful.

"Xiao Yanyi, little rabbit, you can't get married if you're so violent. Kind laughter rang out one after another. Everyone has an indescribable energy and expectation.

"Hmph, one of you counts as one, who dares to compete with me?" Xiao Yanyi raised her head proudly.

The corners of Chen Ming's mouth were filled with bitterness, "The young master let us evacuate." ”

"Then do we still have the face to go to the Holy Lord?" a sound of urns sounded.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill to save the young master, others don't know the power of the battle array, can we not know it ourselves?" A man full of majesty waved his hand, his face full of murderous intent.

Chen Ming's body shook, his wincing eyes slowly faded, and his palm waved forward vigorously, "Then let's kill a river of blood!"

A small black mass appeared in front of Chen Ming's eyebrows, and the sound of chirping sounded out of thin air, and he gently exhaled a breath towards the light cluster suspended in the void, throwing it towards the sky, turning into a wisp of black light and slashing towards the sky.

Twelve black-robed figures followed, regardless of how much of a sensation the twelve flying people were going to cause in the Snake Star, this trip was only to kill people! Just to save people! Even if the sky was stained with blood.

.......

The bear-man's bloody mouth opened wide, and a deafening roar resounded through the sky. He wants to wash away the shame of being branded on his body with blood, and he is the two brothers of Xiong Daxiong, and he will always be the pride of the Tianniu warriors!

When Nangong Fan heard a chaotic but incomprehensible voice in his ears, he felt two chilling murderous intent enveloping his body from behind. I already know in my heart that these two legends have murderous intentions, and it is no longer that communication can solve the problem.

Before Nangong Fan could react, the cyan light cluster shrouded in divine power trembled slightly, and a chill enveloped his heart.

The anxiety in front of Nangong Fan's eyes disappeared in an instant, feeling the erratic killing intent, a sneer hung on the corner of his mouth shrouded in black robes, and the black dragon sword slowly drilled out from between his right palm, and a sword stabbed towards the empty left.

There is no rumor, no trace of murderous outflow, like lovers flirting and scolding each other's faces.

A sword is like an antelope hanging on its horns, seemingly dancing in the air, only the sword is floating in the void.

There was a sigh from the orcs watching in the distance.

"How dare you challenge Lord Blue Wolf just like this?"

"Looks like it's going to disappoint us. ”

This completely incomprehensible murmur naturally couldn't disturb Nangong Fan's already battle-hardened mind.

With a calm heart, a sword came out, echoing the sword that pierced in the air.

A violent collision echoed through the void.

The figure of the blue wolf slowly appeared in front of the tip of the sword, and the sharp fingers went straight to the tip of the sword, leaving only a faint white mark.

Nangong Fan only felt bursts of pressure coming from the tip of the sword, like a huge mountain about to drag him down.

Nangong Fan's arm leaning forward trembled slightly, revealing his muscles, but he did not back down at all.

The defeat is like a mountain, and it will be a devastating disaster if it is simply a comparison of strength.

A trace of astonishment flashed in the wolf's eyes, even if he was just a person who had just stepped into the legend, but with a sublimated physique, even if his physical strength was far worse than that of any bear-headed, bull-headed, and tiger-headed orcs in the same realm, it was by no means something that some legendary people could resist.

In his eyes, Nangong Fan turned into a spring with excellent elasticity, and the more he exerted his force, the stronger the force that rebounded from Nangong Fan's sword body became.

The blue wolf glanced lightly at the faint white dots on his fingertips, and a trace of imperceptible blood seeped out of it, how long had he not been injured? Ten or twenty years? It was too long ago for him, the Emperor of the Earth, to remember it at all.

The wolf's lips opened slightly, and cyan air slowly poured out from between his grinning mouth and nose, turning into knives and spears in front of his eyes, and the rapid sound of the wind sounded. It was like a long arrow that went straight to Nangong Fan.

Nangong Fan did not panic in the slightest.

This is the talent of the orc race, he has seen a lot on the battlefield, the orc race is blessed with physical cultivation, like a fierce demon beast walking upright, God has greatly opened the door to the orc race, but cruelly closed the window such as divine cultivation and spiritual cultivation, as long as it is a window, there will be some imperceptible gaps, or there is a key to pry it open and open it.

And with the help of that slightest gap, prie open the window to let the sunlight directly into the room, is the innate talent inherited by the orc race from the demon beast.

That's a talent that makes the human race envious.

For example, the cat pupil of the cat brother is like a means of divine cultivation, but there is no need to cultivate, as long as the self becomes more and more powerful, the hypnotic effect of the cat pupil bursting out will be more powerful, and even other effects will be derived.

The royal aura of the tiger head general, if it weren't for Nangong Fan Zhenlong to ignore it, it would take a lot of mental energy to resist the royal aura alone, and if the strength of the two is equal, he would be inherently weak. It is also a means of spiritual cultivation.

It is said that this is still the most basic talent, and there have been great demons who can devour the heavens and the earth with their talents alone.

Nangong Fan does not envy these talents, this is a talent and a limitation, the human race is born weak, but it has the possibility of infinite growth.

The mandate of heaven is made by oneself, not by heaven, and by the strong.

This is not to say that the strong are strong, but the strong in spirit, commonly known as the heart of the strong.

......

This blue wolf's talent is also related to wind, which has been known since Nangong Fan observed that he was an ethereal cyan light cluster with his divine thoughts.

Nangong Fan's body under the black robe, the corners of his mouth were gently cracked, and the spiritual power had been strengthened, even if he was only a martial emperor, he was not inferior to the martial saint in terms of quality alone.

A distraction focused on the brown light cluster behind him that did not move, so as not to catch him off guard, and the rest of his mind communicated with the dantian, and his spiritual power surged.

The delicate law seed of Zhihai trembled slightly, giving great blessings to spiritual power.

The surging spiritual power formed a bottle of brown ancient bell outside the body, completely detaining Nangong Fan under it.

The strength of the human race is that there are all kinds of moves, and the spiritual power is brought into full play, and he has the Qinglian Sword Book and the Beast Transformation Technique, and the moves are actually incomparable, but now his strength is too scumbag, and he can't use it at all, he uses the most basic things of the two Taoist canons, and this bell-shaped shield is also something he can barely use recently.

Without the creation given to him by Huang Taiyi, he didn't know how long it would take him to use this bell-shaped shield.

Xiong Er stared behind him, looking at the glowing bell jar, there was a trace of greed in his eyes, this move that was very suitable for his attributes, made him feel excited.

The wind blade slashed on the bell at great speed, crackling sounds sounded one after another, the bell was unharmed, not even the slightest difference from just now, and with a fierce breath, the wind blade was quickly stabbed without a trace.

The blue wolf's eyes froze, a touch of cruelty hung on the corner of his mouth, and with a flick of his fingers, he swung away the black dragon sword that confronted his fingers, and his body disappeared in place strangely.

When he reappeared, he had already appeared beside Nangong Fan, and cyan claws appeared on his smooth fingers, grabbing Nangong Fan's shoulder.

Nangong Fan closed his eyes gently, his divine thoughts completely escaped from the sea of knowledge, his eyes could not keep up with the speed of the blue wolf at all, and there was only the remnant of the Dao left by the blue wolf in his eyes, which would cause great interference to him.

Just close your eyes, in such a head-to-head confrontation, the divine mind is more useful than the eyes.

The sharp green claws, with the whistling wind, the cyan brilliance next to the claws flowed, even if there was a bell to protect the figure, Nangong Fan couldn't help but feel a trace of coolness, and smelled a pungent blood from the approach of the blue wolf between his mouth and nose.

When the black dragon sword was just swung away, Nangong Fan pulled the black dragon sword back, and when the blue wolf just appeared behind his right, the tip of the sword stabbed straight away mercilessly.

Nangong Fan feels comfortable from the bottom of his heart, he is not as fast as you, and he can't even drag your tail, but all your movements are under my detection, and there is nothing to hide from any small movements, and it is really comfortable to bully these simple-minded orcs with developed limbs with divine thoughts.

Before the tip of the sword made contact with the claws, a strange wind swirled from between the claws of the blue wolf, and only gently swung the black dragon sword, and the claws pierced the bell jar with a more swift movement.

With a crisp sizzling sound, the bell jar only blocked half a breath and then burst in response, and the five small holes were easily pierced by the claws, and the brilliance circulating on the surface of the bell shattered, without the support of this spiritual power, the bell jar turned into nothing in an instant.

Nangong Fan had no accident, but he still had to be shocked by the terrifying strength of the legendary-level body cultivation, even if it was only a junior legend, it was difficult for him to parry, and he had to say that he had fought against Xiong Da at the beginning, if he hadn't been demonized, he would have been slapped out by Xiong Da twice.

But he is no longer the person he once was, the first sword to be teased by the onlookers, the sword that was drawn is still in the sky, and with the passage of time, it has almost dissipated.

At this time, it moved strangely under the traction of Nangong Fan.

"Sword Shadow Technique: Lonely!"

A faint sword light rose in place with a dazzling blue light, and a strange force acted on it, and it swayed in the void, as fast as a swimming fish, and disappeared in place in the blink of an eye.

Where the mind is, where the sword is.

The art of sword shadow, in a single thought, the sword is silent, melts into the void, and can easily cut the head of the enemy between thousands of troops and horses. You can behead your enemies from a million miles away.

Nangong Fan can only control a wisp of sword light without accident now, and because there is no space law to help, he is not really melting into the void.