Jian Zhen was a little embarrassed, but he still replied, "I wasn't his opponent at the time... Of course, that was before I went to the Sword Pavilion, and now if I fight, it is still unknown who will win and who will lose. ”

Jian Zhen showed a hint of confidence, but no matter how he looked, he looked a little like a child fighting spirit.

"You help Fan first!" Xia Wan groaned slightly, which was regarded as a recognition of his identity.

At this time, Nangong Fan was stunned in place, without any movement, as if he was wandering into the world, but a trace of pain and hideousness had already appeared on his face.

It seems that there is no longer a delay.

Jian Zhen smiled bitterly and nodded. His fingers stretched out, the sound of breaking the air stirred, and he sighed slightly, "It's really a good choice to experience the law in this heaven and earth, but my strength is too much beyond the boundary, and it is easy to cause irreparable losses to heaven and earth..."

Jian Zhen's finger landed steadily on Nangong Fan's eyebrows, and the power of the divine burst out.

......

"Stupid, you're not an opponent, run..."

"You are just a wisp of my thoughts, how can you order me to do something?" Nangong Fan's face was hideous, and he was bound to kill the sword in front of him. He knew that only by wearing out this sword could his group survive. As for what to do in the future, who has the leisure to care, taking care of what is in front of you is the truth.

"Don't, you stupid pig, I don't want to go with you to death. "Evil thoughts are extremely unwilling, how can you put such a self-conscious master?

At this time, evil thoughts had just invaded his mind, and he still had to lay out, and he had no time to fully control his body. Do you want to give up this hard-won opportunity? He is unwilling, he does not want to continue to hide in his body like a mouse.

The ghost knows that Nangong Fan will suddenly learn the methods of witch doctors, so that he who is leisurely and complacent will suddenly be in danger.

"Don't be foolish, contribute your strength quickly, and kick you out if you don't let it. ”

The two thoughts kept negotiating, and they were only able to say a few words in an instant.

"You are stupid, can you not drag me along?" The evil thought was about to cry, and at this time the arrow had to be fired, and he had to contribute his strength, complaining like a resentful woman, "How did I meet this guy of you? Damn, I died." ”

"Hey, think so much less in a day, we're still good friends. Besides, we are a community with a shared future..."

"Bullshit community of destiny..."The evil thought is extremely unwilling, and now that the self has the upper hand, it is extremely passive for him. If he had the upper hand and had taken control of his body, it would have been the other way around. You can even think about expelling the ego and letting the "self" occupy the body permanently.

The luster of the Black Dragon Sword's bloom became more and more dazzling, but in the face of the seemingly small sword rays, it was like a mayfly shaking a tree, and it was not on the same level at all.

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die!" Evil Thoughts always thought that he was very calm, but he didn't expect that it was a matter of life and death, and he still couldn't be completely silent.

After a while, the two thoughts were still fine.

"Hmm... What's going on?" Evil thoughts flashed, and he found himself in a predicament. The person who shot the sword was even more powerful than they had imagined, and just the momentum could make people unable to move.

"Opportunity!" the evil thought manifested, somewhat similar to "Kurosawa", but with an evil smile on the corner of his mouth, it ruined the feeling of perseverance.

Don't miss the opportunity!

It is at this time that the anti-customer is the main thing, and the passive is active!

The evil thought took advantage of the fact that the self was shocked by the true momentum of the sword, and took the initiative to attack, and it was bound to occupy the body.

From then on, there were only demons, no immortals.

However, at the moment when the evil thoughts had just fully invaded his mind, Jian Zhen retracted his momentum.

At this point, the ego woke up, and a big war was inevitable.

The evil thoughts are ruthless, although there is a big gap from the imagination, but at this time it is close to the heart, and it can be regarded as an extremely rare opportunity. If Nangong Fan was sober, how could he tolerate evil thoughts approaching?

A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, it is already worth the evil thoughts to fight hard. Anyway, it won't really die, at most it will lie dormant for a while.

One has no worries about his life, and the other is extremely ruthless for his own self-defeat.

This is a real heart-to-heart confrontation, but fortunately, the two have the same root and origin, and although there is a problem, it seems that it is still under control.

In my mind, there is no concept of time, and there is no feeling of fatigue in the two thoughts, but the slight pain is still directly reflected in the appearance. It can be seen how fierce the fight was.

At this moment, a soft sword intent drilled into the sea of knowledge, mighty and mighty, and swept out the gray "impurities" that had been rooted between the divine souls with great accuracy.

"Evil thoughts?" Jian Zhenxin moved, and immediately recognized what it was.

"Nangong Fan, I didn't expect you to be a demon cultivator!"

"Who are you?" the two voices sounded at the same time, and the two thoughts that had just been fighting for life and death became the same enemy in the blink of an eye.

Speaking of which, this is to fight yourself, and when you encounter a foreign enemy, you naturally have to work together to resist the enemy.

"When you come to my sea of knowledge, you still plan to hide your head and show your tail?" the two thoughts opened at the same time, and even the words they said were exactly the same, but the tone was slightly different.

A righteous and awe-inspiring one, full of holy brilliance. An eerie horror that makes people feel only a burst of creepy.

"I'm a sword really..."

"I don't care if your sword is really true or not...", the two thoughts seemed to have been killed, and they did not hesitate to fight towards this rash idea of entering their own territory.

One left and one right, one wielding a blue sheen, and the other engulfing a gray glow, perfectly matched.

"I'm Shushan Sword Pavilion Sword Truth!"

The two thoughts stopped at the same time, and the secret path was not good.

"You want to slay demons?" said the holy self indifferently.

"No... I just found out that something was wrong with your soul and was ready to rescue you. Jian Zhen revealed a vague figure, and his inconspicuous eyes flickered, firmly locked on the evil thought.

"I don't need you to take care of my business. Ben replied lightly.

"Evil thoughts have been born, and they must be destroyed. "Jian Zhen's fingers pinched, the sword intent emerged, and he attacked decisively.

"Damn!" the evil thought cursed, and his body strangely melted into the sea of knowledge. He is also considered a host, and he doesn't even have the distress of having to sit on the sea of knowledge attached to the soul, and any click and crack in his body can be used as a place for him. However, in order to accumulate strength, he usually hides in the sea space.

The two thoughts are well known, and he has his own way to avoid the prying eyes of his own self.

"As I said, I don't want you to take care of my business. Nangong Fan's soul was obviously indifferent, "What's more, you really can't help that evil thought, unless you kill me." ”

"Really, I don't dare to kill you?" Jian Zhen's pupils flickered, and he was still looking for the whereabouts of his evil thoughts.

This evil thought is too slippery, and it can easily be lost depending on the location.

"I didn't say I wouldn't dare... Kill or chop, whatever you want. Nangong Fan said with great honor.

At this time, he already knew that this was the master of the sword that made him extremely embarrassed, and knew that such a character was definitely not something he could challenge.

"Slay demons and eliminate demons, it is justified!" Jian Zhen's eyes surged with sword intent, as if he was really ready to kill the Quartet.

"Hehe, I'll wait. Nangong Fan sat calmly on the ground and slowly closed his eyes.

Jian Zhen got closer and closer to Nangong Fan's divine soul step by step, his pupils became more and more firm, and his fingers pointed out. If it is really pointed on the soul, it will inevitably cause irreparable damage, and it is more likely to die.

Nangong Fan has no resistance at all, and there is no way for the golden cicada to come out of its shell.

"I'm going to die like this..."Nangong Fan suddenly felt a little tired, and he was busy all the time, and sometimes he carried the "cause and effect" that did not belong to him on himself, so it was good to be so relieved.

But alas, I can't see those who want to meet again. Even the parents didn't really see each other.

A hint of hesitation flashed in Jian Zhen's pupils, he remembered that Senior Brother Zhuye had said that righteousness and demons were only a difference in philosophy. He was still too young, and he was slightly excited when he saw the traces of the demon cultivator.

"Or just teach me a lesson?"

"What's wrong with mother-in-law, mother-in-law, do you remember that there are also people in the Sword Pavilion who practice magic skills?" Nangong Fan opened his eyes slightly, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

Jian Zhen paused slightly, and his eyes became more and more firm, "Evil words confuse the public, you should be killed!"

"I'm the presiding officer at this time, and you'll know later... The Sword Pavilion is all sword cultivation, and many people are ruthless..."Nangong Fan did not close his eyes and wait for death this time, but with a smile.

Even if he dies, he will plant an indelible imprint in the heart of the person who killed him, and when he knows the truth, his body will be destroyed!

"At this time, you dare to make a big noise...!" the fingers got closer and closer.

"Hahahaha. Nangong Fan laughed heartily, "Actually, you already believe it..."

The finger landed on the spirit's forehead, but the expected death did not come.

Nangong Fan was puzzled, only to see that Jian Zhen's eyes were full of fear at this time, and he seemed to have seen something extremely incredible.

"How is it possible? How is it possible?"

"Impossible, impossible!"

Jian Zhen's thought-condensed figure dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Nangong Fan was stunned, what happened? Why didn't he, the client, know anything?

His mind moved slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

I saw that Jian Zhen in front of him staggered back, his pupils were full of horror and pain, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Under the horrified gaze of several people, Jian Zhen covered his lips that were dripping with blood, and spoke, "You... I... Sword Pavilion..."

"I've also comprehended a complete sword tablet. Nangong Fan smiled faintly, "I've even seen your 'senior brother'." ”

"You're cheating on me!" Ken Zhen recovered quickly, but his pupils were visibly tired.

"Sort of. After all, you're a little too high, and I want to pull it down to see what you really look like. Nangong Fan looked unfathomable. As for the doubts in my heart, I am not enough to be honest with outsiders.

"Sword Pavilion... Is there really a demon cultivator?"

"It's not right to kill demons, demons are good, and demons are good. It's right to punish evil. This is the purest true path. What's more, there are many crazy people in the Sword Pavilion, so in order to pursue the supreme sword path, what is so strange about the Demon Cultivation? You must have also heard of the 'Sword Slashing Sword'! The root of this is the Demon Cultivation. Nangong Fan smiled slightly, looking confident.

"Who the hell are you, how could you know so many deeds in the Sword Pavilion?" the corners of Jian Zhen's mouth twitched.

Nangong Fan wanted to say, "Tell me what you see, and I'll tell you." But when I think about it, when I say this, don't I confess, but in fact, I am pretending to be a big-tailed wolf at this time? ”

"If you don't say it, I understand. Nangong Bufan obviously has the shadow of the main continent, and you must be the same. But there are some differences between the two of you..."Jian Zhen said in a deep voice, having already determined that Nangong Fan should also be an extremely orthodox Taoist descendant. As for the demon cultivator, maybe it is also a method such as "slashing one's own sword".

How can a truly strong person be afraid of the righteous and demonic? As long as it is beneficial to himself, how can he care so much. As long as you control your self, be worthy of your heart, and don't do things that hurt nature and reason.

"You actually know my grandfather?" Nangong Fan was slightly surprised, and his heart moved, "You are Shi Daofeng?"