The pinnacle from the earth-seeking only heard the piercing sound of the transmission under his feet, and his eyes couldn't help but stare.

How can it be?

Even if the little guy in front of him has such strange powers, can he still levitate the sky without relying on the power of spiritual weapons?

Where did this freak come from?

Subconsciously a thought, let the flying sword under his feet also gallop out.

"Sonorous!"

The two flying swords, one black and one red, collided together without any fancy fancy.

The Black Dragon Sword really leaped into the sky like a dragon at this time, and easily knocked it into the air.

The red flying sword was churning, and even the shimmering luster on it seemed to dim a little.

Nangong Fan snorted lightly, and the flying sword continued to chase towards the peak Xuan Realm, and the sword qi danced in the sky, with the momentum of tearing the sky apart.

The red flying sword had not yet recovered from the collision, which made the peak of the earth search very desperate, but he still reluctantly took out one spirit weapon after another from his storage ring and threw it at the black dragon sword that tore through the sky.

I only heard the sound of "bang" in the air, and these yellow-level spiritual weapons could not resist the edge of the Black Dragon Sword far beyond its peers.

The other people saw Nangong Fan stuck in the air, ignoring the flying sword that was chasing and killing his companions, flipped the brilliance in their hands, and killed the big fat sheep with hideous fangs in their eyes.

Siege Wei to save Zhao. Even if it can't be saved, if Nangong Fan falls, everything will be worth it.

Nangong Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was still thinking about finding another flying sword to walk, and his fingertips were tapped.

The sunlight in his body surged, and a ray of light popped out from his fingers.

"Click!"

The other prodigal son was the fastest to strike, and the supernatural power that also faced this implied higher law was also the first to suffer, and his thoughts flashed with a flying sword that roared out, and a slight crack appeared in the brilliance.

Now the Sun Finger, which has greatly increased in power and even surpassed the ordinary consummation of a full blow, has hardly any stagnation in its advance, not even this high-grade high-grade flying sword, which has been pierced in an instant.

The golden light didn't seem to lose a bit, and continued to sprint forward.

I saw the brilliance flickering, and a high-level chest was pierced in an instant, and the eyes lost their due color, and they fell from the air to the ground with the flying sword under their feet.

It was too fast, and the sun finger condensed by a whole beam of sunlight seemed to have reached the speed of sunlight, so that the others in the sky did not react at all.

Nangong Fan's offensive was not over yet, and the spiritual power surging between the palms of his hands, rushing out of his body by a full foot, and a fierce aura surging in it. This spiritual power seemed to have completely turned into substance, and it was firmly held in his hand.

Spiritual power is used as a sword, and the sword intent is boiling.

After smashing the pond in the dantian with sword intent, Nangong Fan's sword intent was no longer limited to the basic sword technique, as long as the sword was in hand, he would carry a little spiritual sword intent.

"A leaf of sword lotus opened towards the sky. ”

Nangong Fan's eyes surged with brilliance, and the spiritual power sword in his hand, which could only be called a short dagger, danced, drawing silk lines in mid-air.

The mysterious aura was permeating, and the spiritual power of Nangong Fan's body seemed to have really turned into a cyan sword lotus, wrapping him firmly in the center.

"The sword is like the wind, and a little spark shines in the world. ”

With the stroke of a short dagger, a cyan wind flow emerged, and there seemed to be wisps of red in it.

Wind and fire!

The wind fuels the fire, and the fire rises and the wind mighty.

Nangong Fan is surrounded by green streams, like a god who controls the wind and waves in the world.

Under a sword, the wind and waves fluttered, and the big tree bent its waist.

After reaching the Xuan Realm, the law finally revealed its power. used to behave weakly, but Nangong Fan was not worthy of using the law.

The wind was fierce, and several other high-level people had to pour out more energy to manipulate the flying spirit weapons.

At this time, a miserable cry exploded not far away.

A rainbow of blood flowed from there.

This made the hearts of several people who were still fighting panic, and one after another people who knew the bottom of the matter died, even if they were used to seeing life and death, they were completely shocked by Nangong Fan's strength.

How could there be such a perverted mid-level spiritual realm in this world?

Judging from its revealing elegance, even the peak is not as good as it. The little fat sheep who was selected turned into a big bad wolf who wanted to eat people just turned around, who can stand this kind of transformation?

"Don't panic, before the flying sword comes back, strangle with all your might, otherwise none of them will be able to leave. The only peak in the field shouted in a deep voice.

This shout, using some spiritual power, clearly reverberated in everyone's ears, dispelling their fear.

"Fight!"

A roar rang out, as if to cheer himself on.

The short dagger in Nangong Fan's hand collided with the speeding big knife, and at the same time, his entire body was locked by other spiritual weapons.

Feng Feng also struck again, and when he drew his damaged spiritual weapon to turn around, a palm-sized bell appeared in his hand, urging blue spiritual power to pour into this bell that had reached the Xuan level.

The bells shimmer blue, and the sound of waves ringing faintly is endless, making people feel like they are in the ocean.

There's something magical about this voice!

Nangong Fan immediately became vigilant, but at this time, the four spiritual weapons were flying around like mosquitoes and refused to leave, and they were completely entangled, and they couldn't leave this square inch at all.

"Hold on, let this magic bell play, and we'll win. "There are high-level people who see the dawn of victory and cheer for their companions.

In his opinion, at this time, although Nangong Fan was not left behind under the siege of the spirit weapon, he was still unable to whip the head a little farther away. Unless this little guy can instantly solve all the spiritual weapons of the four of them, and then appear next to the head, he can solve the crisis.

Is it possible? This guy who knows how to do it doesn't believe it, so he uses it loudly to encourage his partner.

Persistence is victory.

But he never knew that some people showed that they were one-sided, and there were still hole cards in their hands that had not been played at all times.

While resisting four flying swords that were as annoying as mosquitoes, Nangong Fan still listened to all directions, and immediately understood that this bell that seemed to be only low-grade Xuan level was not as simple as it seemed.

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall.

Nangong Fan's forehead and three eyes opened suddenly, which frightened the four high-level jumps, with the knowledge of a lone ranger, how could he know that there was a third eye in the world?

I saw a white light shoot out from the three eyes, instantly crossing the gap between heaven and earth, and instantly hitting the peak Xuan Realm body that was fully operating its spiritual power.

All the movements in his hands stopped in an instant, and not only that, but even the surging spiritual power in his body came to a halt.

The bell suspended on its chest, Lan Hua flickered, and the energy injected was insufficient, causing it to slide down from mid-air.

"Witchcraft?" someone exclaimed, and the body that stepped on the spirit weapon trembled uncontrollably.

The four high-level had already wrapped Nangong Fan in the center from all sides, and they could see that his body was hard, and he could shake the spirit weapon hard under force, so he didn't dare to get too close at all, but just urged all kinds of spirit weapons to entangle him.

The high-level behind Nangong Fan naturally saw his head abruptly stop all movements under a white light.

It's not sorcery, I've never heard of anyone else doing this.

His courage was almost shattered by Nangong Fan's magic power divine eyes, and his eyes gradually appeared crazy.

"Dead and dead!"

A desperate roar stained one of the broadswords with a hint of blood.

This high-level who witnessed everything went crazy, and he did not hesitate to use desperate means.

Nangong Fan's eyes condensed slightly, which made him feel a lot more stressed, and the spiritual power in his body was being consumed sharply.

Ordinary middle-level use of spiritual power to hard shake the spirit weapon, I am afraid that at most half a pillar of incense time is enough to consume it. Fortunately, his dantian has nine times more spiritual power than ordinary people can hold, and for him, he can hold on for a while, at least until the triumphant return of the Black Dragon Sword is still no problem.

The head hit by the Divine Eye quickly woke up from his trance, and he didn't seem to know that he had paused for less than a breath, and was wondering where the bell on his chest was going, when a rapid sound suddenly sounded in his ears.

Subconsciously raised his arm, and surged spiritual power to block it in the direction from which the sound came.

"Bang!"

"Click!"

The spiritual power only resisted slightly, and it was completely pierced by the Black Dragon Sword, and a neat arm rose into the air.

The arms grew smaller and smaller in mid-air, and in the blink of an eye, there was only a human skin without a little energy.

At the same time as the Black Dragon Sword slashed it down, the devouring power swept away the arm that was gradually losing its vitality.

The Black Dragon Sword continued to rush back, and it was stained with a little blood, revealing an excited, bloodthirsty aura.

"Ahh

A scream of grief rang out.

Not to mention that the arm was neatly cut off, even the broken arm disappeared completely.

His arm is truly gone, even if there is a doctor, it is difficult to reconnect without a broken arm, which is difficult for him to accept.

The peak's crazy eyes stared at Nangong Fan, and without hesitation, he rolled the spirit weapon and rushed up.

Another crazy one!

The spirit weapon roared in mid-air, if the strength of the two was similar, it would be difficult to decide the winner, and before learning the real sword art, it was more like a means of bullying the weak.

Ordinary cultivators fight, or step on the ground with their feet on the ground and wave spiritual weapons with their arms, which is more powerful.

For a cultivator who has always relied only on himself to fight in life and death, the depth of the blow can be imagined.

Not to mention that far, just the incomplete body will also bring all kinds of troubles to cultivation, and even have to modify the trajectory of spiritual power.

The corners of Nangong Fan's mouth showed ridicule, he had done this kind of indiscriminate deed, and he didn't know how to put his head on his pants, which was crazy?

Nangong Fan didn't have a backache when he stood and spoke, and he looked down on such a bastard who could only bully the soft and fear the hard.

The pinnacle of madness is not terrible, the strength of a monk comes from many aspects, among which moves also account for a certain proportion. How can a crazy person remember to use subtle moves? Although every move is powerful, there are many flaws.

The black dragon sword roared and landed in his hand, and Nangong Fan immediately turned passive into active.

A man launched a counter-charge towards the encirclement.

Blood surging and sword intent boiling.

Nangong Fan's every sword was like a natural one, and the five people in the fierce battle were not at a loss.

The offensive of the five people, as long as he avoids the vital point, is not a big problem. On the contrary, there were conspicuous traces of blood on the bodies of the five people who surrounded them, and it was only a matter of time before they were defeated like this.

This is still Nangong Fan's first battle after breaking through, and he didn't panic at all.

The laws of freezing, burning, and wind blades take turns with the sword style, trying to find the shortcomings in the battle.