The sword light is vast, and the flames are dotted on it, and the light is thousands, bringing a touch of victory to this Beiliang City that is floating in the darkness.

The dawn is coming, will victory be far away?

Under Nangong Fan's sword, the earth dragon turned over, the fire burned, the ice was highlighted, and the wind was like a knife.

The four laws all attracted heaven and earth, and almost all the spiritual energy in the range of heaven and earth that Nangong Fan could control was emptied.

Nangong Fan made a move without reservation, intending to make a meritorious blow with one blow.

"Give me death to my master!"

Nangong Fan shouted, jumped up, and slashed down with his long sword.

The green lotus flutters, the lotus leaves are like swords, and a touch of blood is born from it.

This power seems to be a little more violent than the sword of the old Beiliang King.

The ghost feeder turned around, and the long stick seemed to have a soul in his hand, spinning and jumping.

"Roar!"

Under the howl of the ghost crying wolf, the shadow of the stick roared out of the sky.

The space seemed to be overwhelmed by the force of the rage.

The sword collided with it, bursting out with countless tiny sparks, shattering, turning into nothingness.

Nangong Fan's face remained unchanged, the black dragon sword still slashed down, and the spark catapulted in front of his eyes, staining his pupils, he didn't blink, he still stared at it like this. He was afraid that in the blink of an eye, the sword would be missed.

The realm shrouded the ghost feeders, and the sword qi roared through.

The blood fell, and the luster on the long stick trembled.

"Boom!"

The furious energy was vented in all directions, and smoke filled the surroundings.

The big knife in the hand of the old Beiliang King turned around under the great force, and slashed at the ghost feeder with a sharp knife.

The momentum of this collection and release did not fall in the slightest, but became more domineering.

If you go on like this, it will not be a problem to reach the height of the question.

Hu Teng roared wildly, and white lines appeared on the bones that poked out of his body, and there seemed to be them under his skin, all of which were exposed outside the body surface, frozen in mid-air.

Hu Teng's body seemed to swell under this pattern, his nails stretched out and flashed with cold light, and the wind surged between his legs like tails.

This is somewhat similar to the "Beast Transformation Technique" with the help of essence blood beastification.

The shape of this pattern looks like a tiger. It is worthy of being one of the five tigers who are famous.

In this world, there are only wrong names, and there are no wrong nicknames.

Northern Ice Tigers!

A savage aura instantly spread to the surroundings.

As soon as Nangong Fan's sword momentum fell, the tiger's mouth trembled before he withdrew the black dragon sword, and the two consummation powerhouses joined forces.

When encountering this kind of opponent on weekdays, the two of them can't wait to have a good fight, and there is no one who can reach such a level of strength who is not happy to see the hunt.

But now the situation is different, just to save your life, and there will be no shyness to join forces.

The wind follows the tiger, and the ice follows the knife.

The flicking of the tiger's tail caused wind and waves, and the big knife fell down the broken water and broken mountains.

The long stick was already slightly damaged under the black dragon sword, if it weren't for Nangong Fan's strength being a little embarrassed, this sword would be able to cut off the head of the ghost feeder.

The long stick met the attack of the two major enemies again.

The ghost feeder's mouth kept screaming, and the long stick was like a divine help, fighting back and forth with the two consummations.

The ghost feeder is clearly a stick expert.

Nangong Fan watched as a few powerful ghosts kept influencing the two of them under the shouting, and turned the head of the gun to slash at the fierce ghost.

The sword qi pierced the sky, and a sword drifted away.

Nangong Fan, who gradually became familiar with the Qinglian realm, almost completely exploded these powerful ghosts, but it took a lot of effort to solve them.

Tiger Teng's palm carries the wind, and the one-hand claw method is deeply rooted in the essence of the tiger. He was born in the Ice Tiger Tribe, and the lines that made him turn into a tiger are the power of the totem, and he has observed various actions such as tiger sprinting and hunting for food since his strength reached the martial saint. A claw method and leg method can be described as the pinnacle.

Being able to maintain one's wits in this tiger state is not the way to directly turn the energy in the body into demonic power like the "Beast Transformation Technique", which may be the only difference between these two seemingly very similar methods.

It's completely impossible to tell whether the two are good or bad. The instinct of the demon is also an extremely terrifying existence.

Nangong Fan Xiong is closer to the earth, the law of gravity is more strong, and even the blood is crazy, all of them are the talents of the black-armed angry bear, and he has inherited them perfectly, but he is still insufficient, and if he continues to develop like this, it will not be strange if he uses the natural supernatural powers of an adult black-armed angry bear.

This is just a black-armed angry bear, what if Nangong Fan refines the essence blood of the divine dragon into his body in the future? Wouldn't he turn into a divine dragon and kill the Quartet.

Totem blessing, the most important problem is the limitations, if Hu Teng was born in a tribe as big as the Zilong tribe, the bonus will be even more terrifying.

What if it's a barbarian tribe on the main continent. Some people say that barbarians are born warriors, but that's true.

The two consummations were full of firepower, pressing and feeding the ghosts and beating them. Hu Teng has been beaten for so long, and he is so happy that he can't wait to vent all the grievances he has just suffered.

The Four Great Consummations, if he is beaten, can he not be wronged, can he not be aggrieved?

Without the energy aid in the black mist, the ghost feeder will become weaker and weaker with time, and it is only a matter of how much time it will take to die.

Nangong Fan is also in such a state when he kills powerful ghosts, he has the protection of the realm, he is much more relaxed, and he is even in the mood to scan the audience.

Wang Zai took a step, and under the light dance of the long sword, there were little ghosts who died on the spot. The brute who had just disappeared was pulled out of nowhere.

The barbarian of the mid-level legend is disgraced, but there is no problem in killing the imp.

The Heavenly Bull Emperor was still alive and beating a dozen or so ghosts.

As long as you wait for Nangong Fan and the three of them to resolve the war, or Wang Zai can recover from the killing of the little ghosts, he can win the victory as soon as he goes to support.

Seeing such a situation, Nangong Fan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and the sense of urgency in his heart was much less.

Looks like it's going to be won?

But why is the sense of oppression still there, and is there something that has been overlooked?

Nangong Fan pondered in his heart, and the long sword in his hand kept waving.

Well, what could it be? There's no one to ask now.

The blood demon has been holding back for an unknown number of billions of years, and he hasn't come out and walked around for too long, and he doesn't even talk to each other. Recently, Nangong Fan has been entangled in many things, busy with everything, and running around, and subconsciously left this guy behind.

It's all up to him to choose the answer.

What exactly is being overlooked?

Why is it that the victory is almost established, but it feels like an inexplicable crisis is coming.

If Nangong Fan hadn't walked up when he was fighting with Soul Heaven, maybe he wouldn't have been so confused.

And Wang Zai, who has been paying attention to the fight between the two, has also ignored a lot under the confusion of Nangong Fan.

Nangong Fan's long sword swung even faster, no matter what happened, it was always right to eradicate more ghosts and destroy the enemy's living force.

A powerful ghost collapsed under the sword qi in the sky, and even the ghost fire was extinguished in it.

Soon, the remaining ghosts also turned into clouds of smoke one after another.

Nangong Fan's sword turned to the ghost feeder who was still struggling to support, which became the last straw that crushed the camel.

The ghost feeder lost his figure in the light.

The three of them rushed to support the Heavenly Bull Emperor non-stop, and first beat the main high-end combat power and didn't talk about anything else.

......

"Ghost Devouring Gu!"

The last three words of Soul Heaven were still hovering above these ghosts and gods who were rushing towards the palace.

These ghosts floating on the ground, a layer of blood red appeared in the green flames that danced in their pupils.

It's deep, it's intimidatingly red.

Their feet were covered in blood, their fluttering steps were more rapid, and their throbbing eyes were full of murder as they looked at their companions.

Who will be the successful Gu, blooming with the last brilliant brilliance in this world.

Companions become adversaries, taken for granted in their simple minds.

The vanguard was stagnant outside the palace, and ghosts were constantly pouring in from all directions.

A stick of incense is already dense, and I can't count how many ghosts have gathered here.

The silence was filled with boundless yin energy, and a pair of dancing ghosts scanned the surroundings without any emotion.

When the last ghost wandering outside the palace arrives.

All the ghosts that were hidden in the infinite darkness moved.

A little imp slammed into his faint companion beside him. This little imp born from it resisted stubbornly with its tiny claws, but it was devoured by its companions in the blink of an eye.

The little imp who successfully hunted his companion began to swell wildly, and in addition to the pupils, two faint clusters of ghostly fire appeared above his arms, and its eyes just turned to the next target, and the boundless darkness swallowed it.

A fierce ghost with hundreds of ghostly lights flashing on its body firmly restrained it, grabbed it and released it into its open blood basin mouth.

Another pair of ghostly fires flickered on this ghost's body, and it immediately swept to the side again.

Thunder sounded silently, and the ghosts outside the palace decreased sharply at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It's another incense stick time, and I don't know how many ghosts have died like this. The poor spirits that are not in reincarnation have become nourishment for the growth of ghosts.

There are still more than 100 ghosts left in the field, and most of them are powerful ghosts who survived this brawl, and they are getting stronger and stronger. There are also imps who break through.

Each of the ghosts was separated by a considerable distance from each other, and their greedy and cautious gaze stared at their fellow creatures not far away.

A mysterious force envelops the audience, pulling them in, and they become one of the characters in this game. Driven by that mysterious force, there can only be a ghost living out of it.

That ghost thing, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the king of all ghosts.

The momentum on each ghost creature has swelled to an extreme, and all of them have the most basic complete combat power at a glance.

Looking at their bodies covered with ghostly fire, each of them looked extremely burly, almost completely reduced to substance.

No ghost dares to act rashly, and the ghosts who can survive until now are their fierce enemies in the future, and a single negligence will be devoured and reduced to nothing, and the results of previous efforts will also become the strength of others.

But that mysterious power affects their simple minds, and they have to move!

"Whew!"

A furious roar, and they were just about to take a step.

Seven barbarians came not far away, they were all legendary powerhouses who entered the city, driven by a high-level legend, to sweep the city of ghosts and save the residents.

They are from the same high-level tribe, and the usual open and secret battles, after this killing, all the tacit understanding they should have returned.

When they saw the hundred-headed ghosts scattered around in the square in front of the palace, they were shocked, how different were these ghosts from what they had encountered before?

They didn't encounter any setbacks along the way, and several of them were intact, and it was inevitable that some of them could see the ghosts clearly. But caution is essential.

"Blood, you go up first. "The only high-level legend gives the command.

"Yes. A middle-aged man with snow-white sideburns came out of the crowd.

The Legend of the Blood Bat Tribe is the oldest of the tribe other than the priests, and they are experienced in the rivers and lakes and know how to avoid danger.

Several legends are ready to respond in case of danger.

Every step of the blood had to be considered for a long time before it fell, but after all, it still stepped into the position formed by the mysterious power.

He immediately felt a trace of discomfort from the bottom of his heart, but seeing that all the ghosts and fires on the ghost were firmly locked on, he didn't move, and his heart relaxed a lot.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Xueyang always feels that these ghosts with only simple wisdom seem to be ridiculing him?