"Whew. ”

Nangong Fan looked at the sword light in front of him and lightly exhaled a breath of turbid air, which was faintly mixed with a little blood mist.

He's been injured in the previous collision!

However, this was expected by him.

There is a saying in the world - the way of the cultivator, one step at a time.

The gap between the Spirit Dao and the Heavenly Realm is even greater.

People need to be self-aware in order to survive tenaciously in this troubled world.

Nangong Fan was not prepared to confront these people from the beginning, it was completely an act of death.

He wanted to run, and his own speed was far from enough, so there was only one way in front of him.

This was an extremely bold idea, who would dare to act like this in the ordinary Heavenly Realm, and would be crushed into powder by the pressure of the Spirit Dao in an instant.

After experiencing so many battles and dangers, Nangong Fan was already extremely experienced, and he made such a decision almost only the moment he heard the whistling sound of the flying sword.

If you want to run, there is only one way, and there is no other way.

Once you have an idea, just follow the plan. Of course, before this, there is another problem in front of us, borrowing force is one thing, but if borrowing strength and being beaten to death by force, it is a joke.

"Broken!"

The sword in Nangong Fan's hand jumped, and the Dao sword light swept down.

If the quality is insufficient, the quantity wins.

The Dao phantom flickered, and Nangong Fan couldn't see the shadow clearly with his hands at this time, and could only see countless sword lights slashing wildly.

Dozens of sword lights greeted a wisp of blue sword qi, which completely annihilated it after all.

In between, Nangong Fan kept retreating with the help of the force brought by the collision.

After all, he couldn't completely give up everything in front of him and run away, if that was the case, he was afraid that he would be completely torn apart by the sword qi in a moment. His proud body is not far away from each other under such power, not to mention fragile, tissue paper.

"Damn, if you want to annihilate these sword qi, the people behind you will immediately catch up..."

Nangong Fan soon realized this, he had to make a choice.

"It's just a gamble. ”

I saw that the sword in Nangong Fan's hand was still beating dexterously, blocking all the sword qi that was raging around him, and at the same time, his body did not retreat but advanced, rushing towards the sword qi that was still showing its might.

"Bang!"

Bloodshed.

Nangong Fan moved his body slightly at the moment when he met the sword light, and sent his shoulders over.

In an instant, the shoulders were bloody and fleshy, and there was a blue aura jumping in them, wreaking havoc on everything. And his whole body was knocked away in this collision.

A light flashed in his pupils, and he tightly grasped the black dragon sword that was almost knocked away, and danced gently-

Eagle Sword!

Although there is a forbidden space formation here, the ultimate meaning of the eagle-shaped sword is to transform into a divine eagle and soar into the sky. How can any bird be restrained by the forbidden air formation?

He endured the intense pain in his shoulder, adjusted his posture, and at the same time secretly generated strength, and ran farther away.

Under the power brought by the sword light, Nangong Fan's speed suddenly increased by more than one notch, pulling away the person who was about to catch up behind him. It seemed that at this moment, his whole body turned into a flying sword, soaring into the sky at extreme speed.

However, the flying sword that was slightly blocked by him rushed again.

"If you keep running away, you will soon be caught up, and you can only find a safe place to escape this catastrophe. ”

Nangong Fan licked his lips, and against the blowing wind, he soon fell to the ground again.

"Where should I flee?"

Nangong Fan immediately thought of the mercenary union and the location of the Tianji Pavilion, but this place was in the corner of the city, and the rudder of these two forces was in the center, even if no one interfered with him, it would take a quarter of an hour to rush over, which was really beyond the reach of a whip.

"Woe to the East?"

Nangong Fan's footsteps were fast, listening to the whistling sound getting closer and closer behind him, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

"And where do you lead?"

He looked at the people on the side of the street, who seemed to be accustomed to the street fights, but only staggered slightly to avoid being drawn into the whirlpool, and went on with their own business, not even bothering to look at it.

"There are quite a few Star Realm or Spiritual Dao cultivators during this period, but if I lead the calamity water over without authorization, I am afraid that I will be the first to be injured. ”

When Nangong Fan was helpless, the flying sword came behind him again, only less than five meters away, and with its speed, he was afraid that it could be stabbed in an instant.

He had to turn back again, exactly the same as before, first knocking the flying sword body into the air, and then retreating again and again in the sword light, and after it was reduced to a certain extent, he took the initiative to meet his already injured shoulder...

"Shhh ”

Nangong Fan let out a painful sigh, and although he escaped again, the scars on his body became heavier and heavier. If this continues, maybe three or two more times, he will be unable to continue, so he will have to let the flying sword go around his neck.

"Resignation? impossible!"

He racked his brains, but he still didn't think of the idea of escaping.

Nangong Fan's pupils flickered, and he even had the idea of dying.

"The kid in front, respect you as a man, we only seek wealth and not life. The hearty voice exploded behind itself.

Nangong Fan's mind shook slightly, if it was just asking for money, he was not unacceptable. Stay in the green mountains, not afraid of no wood to burn. As long as life is still there, there are infinite possibilities, and it is not impossible to come back to the field in the future.

However, only swaying slightly, he firmed down.

What kind of thing is stealing life?

What's more, he can't trust these people behind him. said that he was seeking money, but in order to reduce future troubles, a "click" of a knife would kill him on the spot. Especially after he shows that he is so cruel to himself, the danger will increase dramatically.

Who can tolerate such a person staring at themselves coldly behind their backs?

Nangong Fan didn't respond, at this time, he was desperately trying to escape, even if his mind was shaken just now, he didn't mean to stop, after all, if he let it out in one breath, he might really not be able to lift his anger anymore.

"Boy, stop being pointless and stubborn. We've always been talkative, and if we turn around obediently, we can spare your life. The people behind him didn't stop, but the whistling of the flying sword became more and more intense.

Obviously, the thoughts of the people behind have been undoubtedly revealed, just to use words to hit Nangong Fan's thoughts, if it is successful, it will naturally be the best, and it will be a lot less troublesome, after all, there may be people who will draw a knife to help when they see injustice, and there will be many variables in this pursuit. Even if they don't succeed, they can accept it, and under such a big shout, most people will have the idea that more things are better than less, and they will not interfere anymore.

The people in the back kept shouting.

Nangong Fan still didn't reply, just ran wildly with his head stuffed, still thinking of various ways to get out safely in his mind.

How?

His pupils were getting brighter, and the killing intent was slowly brewing.

The flying sword was behind him again.

Nangong Fan turned around again, a faint blue luster bloomed between his body, and endless chills appeared in his pupils.

"Kill!"

With a loud roar, the black dragon sword rose in the wind.

The breath of Frost Zero rippled around, as if it was about to freeze all the water-attribute sword qi that flowed from the flying sword.

"I can't help myself. ”

A rampant laugh exploded, and the flying sword became more and more brilliant, and this area within a radius of several meters completely turned into a territory of water.

Nangong Fan's pupils narrowed slightly, and his body seemed to swell a little silently.

Ice Zombies!

Although he has not completely turned into a zombie, he is not far away.

After all, the zombie bears the reputation of an evil thing, no matter how bold he is, he doesn't dare to show it directly in public, otherwise it won't be chased and killed by the few people in front of him, and it is estimated that all the people on the street will be moved.

Nangong Fan felt the surging power between his bodies, his zombie body was already leaping forward again under his own physique, and with the blessing of the frost of zero degrees, it could be said that he had reached the extreme of high-level molten veins.

He wields a giant sword, no longer skillful, real hard-hitting!

To others, this is more like self-abandonment after losing hope.

The sword fell, and the wind and clouds rose.

"Bang!"

The flying sword was knocked away again, obviously although its owner could use the art of the sword, it was not a traditional sword cultivation, and even its own spiritual power and the power of the flying sword were not fully exerted.

Of course, Nangong Fan was not comfortable, a fluffy ice mist erupted between his body, and his brave pace was also stagnant.

However, he did not retreat, but instead supported his body strongly, resisting the surging power in his body, and took a step forward towards Mizuzawa.

"Haha, did you give up?"

A figure swept forward quickly, and in a blink of an eye, it was ten meters in front of Nangong Fan before he stood firmly.

Even with an absolute advantage, it still acts cautiously.

Nangong Fan licked the cold current between his lips, and his gaze became more and more cold.

"Hahaha, interesting!"

The blue flying sword that was knocked off fell back and landed accurately in the open palm of the black-robed man in front of him.

"Boy, kneel down and beg for mercy, I can spare your life. ”

In just one sentence, the face of the villain was undoubtedly revealed, but it still stood in place, and did not mean to approach, looking at its posture, it was like a bow and arrow on a string, no matter what happened, it could react immediately.

"Die, you're the one who died, right?"

The cold words resounded, Nangong Fan stepped out, and the momentum on his body suddenly surged to the extreme.

He's going to fight!

Since you can't find a way to survive for the time being, then you can kill a way out.

"Interesting. ”

The black-robed man calmly took a step back, and raised his palm slightly.

It's still a flying sword attack!

"Are you so afraid of the talisman seal on my body?" Nangong Fan's mouth rose slightly, revealing a hint of ridicule.

"Huh. The black-robed man was silent.

Although he didn't think that the little guy in front of him had the means to hurt him, he was careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years, and he didn't want to capsize in the gutter at the moment when victory was within reach.

Anything can happen in this bizarre world, and it is a credit for his prudence that he was able to reach his current state from a farmer. He didn't want to go through the scene of kneeling decisively again and again before.

The flying sword roared, and the distance of ten meters was fleeting.

"The best of the best. "Nangong Fan has already determined the best of this flying sword in a few collisions.

Star-level spiritual weapons are the standard configuration of spiritual path cultivators, and of course, not everyone can have them, after all, this value has skyrocketed, and a low-grade spiritual dao without a background may not be able to come up with such a huge amount of money.

"Huh. ”

Nangong Fan chuckled, as if everything was under his control.

I saw a flash of white light, and the luster on the flying sword dimmed a lot at once, not to mention the quasi-head, which swayed in the air for less than a meter, and then planted headlong to the ground.

Magical Vision!

Because Nangong Fan's divine soul has been improving these days, even spiritual path cultivators have been recruited under him.

Don't miss the opportunity.

Nangong Fan's right foot slammed on the ground, and the whole person moved forward like a missile.

"Kill!"

He didn't know how long the Divine Eye of Magic could restrain the person in front of him, maybe it would be just a blink of an eye to break free from it.

He rushed forward frantically, approaching the black-robed man's body almost instantly.

Fighting is to play to strengths and avoid weaknesses, there is no doubt that Nangong Fan's advantage in the face of Lingdao may be his excellent swordsmanship and strong physique, only in close combat, he has a chance to do so.

Of course, it is very likely that it will be completely crushed under the pressure of the spiritual path.

It's the only possibility, though. He has revealed a hole card for this, and even temporarily isolated the flying sword.

Nangong Fan had just crossed the distance of ten meters, and the black-robed man's hollow pupils regained his vitality, looking at the figure in front of him, he subconsciously slapped it with a palm, and at the same time his body slowly retreated.

Even now, he was trying to keep a safe distance of ten meters.

How could Nangong Fan sit back and see that the goal that was not easy to achieve was put aground, and the black dragon sword roared forward, and the sword light was swallowed on it, and the violent sword intent also diffused to the surroundings.

"Your body isn't made of iron, is it?"

Nangong Fan knew that although the lower grade spiritual dao had improved the body, there was still a lot of distance from the real body cultivation. After all, if you can have a strong physique just by practicing spiritually, why should you have the path of physical cultivation?

Physical cultivation is also a road to heaven, but it is completely different from the direction taken by spiritual cultivation, so it naturally has its merits.

The black-robed man's palm rippled out of the waves, wave after wave, rushing towards the sword blade.

Nangong Fan's pupils became more and more aggressive, and there was no intention of avoiding it.

The sword fell, and the green lotus rose.

Qinglian Sheng, the field is successful!

Even if this field is only in its infancy, it is still a field.

The black-robed man instantly felt all kinds of unfriendliness from heaven and earth to him, and the pressure doubled.

However, its strength is here after all, even if it is alone, the palm of the hand is like steel wrapped in spiritual power, and it can easily block the sword blade that has fallen. There was a splash, and there was a big sense of counterattack.

"Good. Nangong Fan immediately determined that the person in front of him was only a lower-grade spiritual dao.

The lower grade Lingdao is a triple heaven, bursting stars, gathering spirits, and gathering yuan.

The stars exploded all over the body, accumulating spiritual power and condensing the elemental body.

The person in front of him, at most, is the spiritual path of the Hui Spirit Realm, and his physique is really not to the point where it cannot be torn, but his spiritual power is too much for Nangong Fan himself, so he can form the flesh and blood in front of him to the point where he can resist gold and iron.

"So, it's not invincible. ”

Nangong Fan can only cheer himself up like this, of course, he knows that there is only one premise for fighting beyond the rank - melee combat, if he is pulled away, even if it is only two meters, he will immediately lose the opportunity to fight.

"Phantom!"

Wood Illusion!

Compared to the more domineering Law of Illusion three years ago, it seems that it has quietly passed the nascent stage.

Step 2!

The black-robed man's body that was retreating with his strength paused slightly, although he recovered quickly, but at this time, Nangong Fan was also completely close to his body.

At such a distance, unless the black-robed man was willing to pay the price, it would be difficult to retreat as easily as he had just now.

Maybe the situation has reached such a point, or maybe it was so provoked by the mortals that caused a fire in his heart, or maybe even at this time, Nangong Fan didn't throw out the so-called talisman seal. The black-robed man gave up blindly retreating.

After all, this is also a person who has experienced many battles, and his combat experience may be a little richer than that of Nangong Fan, and he knows very well how to make a choice in what situation.

"This is what you are looking for death. ”

A cruel smile hung on the corner of the black-robed man's mouth, he was just afraid that those unwarranted means would destroy him in an instant, not afraid of melee combat with Nangong Fan, at this time he gave up all fear, and slapped his palms lightly.

It seems to be gentle, but with the blessing of its spiritual power, the power is also terrifying.

"Good. ”

Nangong Fan shouted, as if he was cheering himself up, he also gave up the Black Dragon Sword, and in the close trembling now, it has lost its due effect.

Fist movements, arms bulge prominent muscles.

"Boom!"

Fist and palm.

The black-robed man's two palms were flexible and hard, easily enveloping the ice-blue fists that shot straight in. The spiritual power acts, and the pain of piercing the heart is stirred.

"Poof!"

Nangong Fan's lips opened and he spit out a cold current.

However, this time the cold snap did not disappear in the air, but swung towards the black-robed man in front of him under the strength. But before it could get close to its body, it turned into nothing under the rippling blue light around it.

This guy, when he was fighting like this, did not forget to form a shield of spiritual power to protect himself.

"I can't help myself. ”

A trace of perverted pleasure rose in the black-robed man's pupils, as a cultivator of the Exploding Star Realm, he had been precipitated in this realm for thousands of years, in his opinion, it was because of the lack of resources that he could not buy those pills that helped him break through that he had been standing still, and thus embarked on the evil path.

After working hard to complete the tasks of the Mercenary Guild, maybe he hasn't waited for a destined person to come to the reward, how can he settle his heart?

Acting cautiously, he had forgotten how long it had been since he had been in close quarters with someone.

Although the spiritual cultivator is not good at this aspect, the feeling of such crushing is far from being experienced in medium and long-distance battles. He abruptly liked the feeling.

"Really?"

The pupils on both sides of Nangong Fan suddenly changed, one side was incomparably bright as a flame that would never be extinguished, and the other side was dead and silent like ice that would not melt for thousands of years.

Fire and ice!

Bloodline Divine Eye!

At the same time, it is also a blow to the source.

He wants to eliminate the power of the spiritual power of the black-robed man as much as possible, and he wants to have a tough confrontation between men and men, and nothing else, only related to the system and hand-to-hand combat skills.