A furious and powerful but somewhat familiar aura locked on him.

An invisible killing machine loomed over him.

The ground seemed to stretch infinitely, and the destination became distant.

His path was blocked by a furious force.

Good dogs don't get in the way!

With such a murderous aura aimed at him, a war is inevitable.

Nangong Fan's divine thoughts swept away, and he slightly loosened his eyebrows, but he was still slightly surprised, "Xiong Da?"

"I've been waiting for you for ten days. Hoarse voices rang out from all directions.

It seems to be spreading from the ground, and it seems to be whispering around you.

The ground trembled slightly, and the huge stones split apart in an instant, rolling up dust and fine stone grains in the sky.

Nangong Fan is like a wooden stake firmly grasping the ground, no matter how turbulent the ground is, the acres and thirds of land under his feet are safe and sound.

The dust and pebbles were like waves rushing towards Nangong Fan, giving Nangong Fan a kind of heaven and earth roaring angrily, wanting to destroy him, a small person who dared to offend the power of heaven.

Nangong Fan's eyes did not change in the slightest, his palm spread out slightly, and the cyan spiritual power permeated the entire palm, and a palm slapped on the void in front of him, and the invisible fluctuations dispersed, blocking the approach of the wave.

"I will not underestimate you again, my poor brother! A large mouth of blood loomed in the dust, sharp fangs, and large round pupils covered with bloodshots.

A fishy smell greets you.

"I just ate two people, I didn't like it before, but I didn't expect it to taste extremely good, and it is very memorable. ”

Xiong's big pupils were more hideous, but his body was just agitated, the dust was endless, and the stones shot at Nangong Fan from all directions.

The human race is very good at attacking the heart, and Xiong Da uses it to make a wonderful stroke.

Attacking people first attack the heart, the mind is incomplete, and the combat power does not exist. Xiong Daji, who doesn't know how many fights he has experienced in his life, understands this truth.

Maybe he had seen too much after coming to the Snake Star, Nangong Fan's heart was extremely calm, and he didn't cause any waves, but his face became a little heavy. Except for the stone under his feet, which seemed to turn into a swamp in an instant.

This Xiong Da's strength is still above his imagination, no matter how much his spiritual sense detects, it is not really detected.

It's like a thick earth, never knowing its depth.

Xiong Da hadn't made a move yet, but he just let Gray Stone make a meaningless conflict, but he simply trapped Nangong Fan in place.

Xiong's eyes were bloodthirsty, and his voice became high, "I can think of the only way to comfort my brother's spirit in the sky with your head." Die!"

The eyes were full of gray, and the earth trembled incessantly, as if a monstrous wave was slamming towards Nangong Fan.

If Xiong Er is the son of the earth, then Xiong is the real king of the earth, and every move of the earth is in his thoughts.

Gravity is present, the earth vertebrae are sharp, the ground is agitated, the earth dragon turns over, and the pieces of stone become soldiers, turning into a cage of heaven and earth.

Xiong Er plays all the rest of Xiong Da's play, and his comprehension of the earth is not an opponent of Xiong Da at all.

Even if Nangong Fan was protected by the law of gravity, he felt that the earth was targeting him and rejecting him all the time, and even the aura wandering between heaven and earth disappeared.

He was like an orphan abandoned by everything in the world, without any support, and even the stone could insult him twice at will.

At this time, Nangong Fan was still in the mood to think about others, and for the first time in his heart, he felt that the law was not omnipotent. He has the law of gravity, shouldn't he have all the "geographical advantages" in the Nether?

Why do you feel that every time you fight with someone, you feel that you are being frantically targeted by heaven and earth? Could it be that you are the legendary lone star of heaven and earth, and you are not allowed by heaven and earth?

Nangong Fan thought like this, but the movements in his hands were not slow at all, the black dragon sword appeared in his hand at some point, and the cyan spiritual power surged out, gently waving the long sword, but it was like holding a lotus flower dancing in the wind.

Nangong Fan's face was solemn, and the whole person looked extremely solemn.

"The sword gives birth to the lotus, the lotus gives birth to the sword, and it is endless!"

The sword shadow is like a lotus, and the lotus leaf is like a sword, flying around Nangong Fan, the momentum is not fierce, like a spring breeze caressing the earth and all things are recovering.

Nangong Fan had a smile in the corner of his eyes, like a sword immortal descending to mortal dust, and his every move revealed an unfathomable charm.

Chic and elegant, the sword shadow is like the wind.

Lotus flowers are all over Nangong Fan, giving people a strange feeling of falling to the ground.

The lotus leaf seemed to have no power, but it kept all the gray stones out.

Nangong Fan seems to have turned into a lotus flower, out of the mud without staining.

The raging gray stone was scattered, only a faint breeze caressed the world, and everything returned to its original state, as if the gray stone just now was just in fantasy.

In the empty street, two people of different sizes confronted each other in the air.

Nangong Fan held the black dragon sword and pointed at Xiong Da from afar.

There is no madness in Xiong's eyes, full of calm and dead silence, indifferent and boundless dead silence.

The invisible momentum of the two fought in the void space. The wind whistled, rolling up messy fallen leaves, flying in circles in mid-air, and slowly falling to the ground.

At the moment when the fallen leaves returned to the ground, Nangong Fan moved. The lotus leaves around followed Nangong Fan's advance and rushed towards Xiong Da.

There is no sound, only the refreshment of the spring breeze, but with a faint awe-inspiring killing machine.

Xiong Da looked at the sword shadow in front of him, and a kind of suppression followed, which was similar to the gray stone impact he had just had.

They all relied on the general trend of heaven and earth to suppress each other and drag the battle into their own home stadium. It's just a realm that has reached the pinnacle of this realm by relying on the talent inherited by the bloodline and its own higher strength, and one relying on the blessing of the Qinglian Dao Fire and swordsmanship.

The big fangs of the bear slowly pointed upward, and his mouth opened widely, "Get out!"

Invisible waves rushed forward, the ground rolled, the earth turned into a sea, and the earth rose into a terrifying wave.

Nangong Fan's eyes did not have the slightest wave, and the lotus flowers around his body reflected each other, forming a huge green lotus to envelop his body.

The green lotus rotates, the lotus leaves fly, and there is a faint dragon chanting.

The blade of the sword moved slightly, the edge was exposed, and the dragon shadow was accompanied by a trance.

Blue lotus and dragon, blue light and black shadow.

The sound of violent friction sounded out of thin air, which was the collision of Qinglian and the wave of earth.

Qinglian initially had the upper hand, and it felt like overturning the earth in one fell swoop.

Muketu!

This is also the reason why Nangong Fan used this "lotus technique".

But even if Nangong Fan's wood is miraculous, the huge gap between the early and middle stages of the Humane Yellow Level is still so easy to make up.

Even if both of them are cultivators who are just starting out, one has already touched the barrier of this realm, and the general trend of heaven and earth is fully encompassed, plus there is obviously a bit of extraordinary bloodline.

This is not a battle of the same realm, although the gap is not big, but it is also infinitely widened in the environment of heaven and earth.

This is also the reason why the people of the famous cities of the earth do not often walk around, and there is a saying that "legends cannot be crossed".

Few people can reverse the legend when they are in the low realm, and the legend is the legend, synonymous with being strong and standing at the peak.

Nangong Fan's eyes were tumbling with rustic energy, and his eyes were full of boundless brown light, as if there was really a place where the earth formed a prison of heaven and earth trapped him in it, and it was difficult to break free.

Nangong Fan's spiritual sense that permeated the audience was broken, and the momentum of the forward rush couldn't help but slow down, he knew that Xiong Da had disappeared in the direction where he was just now.

But without the prophetic foresight shrouded in spiritual sense, and the sight was completely obscured by brown light that seemed to turn into dirt, Nangong Fan became a blind man who couldn't see anything for the time being.

You can't see where the enemy is, and you don't know where they're going to come from. Completely on the passive side.

I vaguely felt that the brown light on my right hand had loosened, and almost subconsciously swung my sword and slashed in this direction.

A sword fell into the air.

Nangong Fan calmly put away his sword, and the blue shadow beside him disappeared strangely with the retraction of the black dragon sword.

Whenever there was a fluctuation on the surface of the soil, Nangong Fan's sword would come in an instant.

Even so, each sword slashed into the air, slightly hindered, and interspersed without hindrance.

Nangong Fan was not discouraged, he was not in a hurry, every time he did this, he still did not say a word, a sword came out, and the speed of the sword blade in his hand became faster and faster.

Seeing Nangong Fan like this, it doesn't look like he is fighting with life and death, but like practicing swordsmanship.

Xiong Da, who has been active on the battlefield of the two clans all year round, is an extremely experienced hunter, and he is very patient to consume the strength of the prey, waiting for the opportunity for the prey to relax and kill with one blow.

Speaking of time, it is very slow, but in fact, everything described above basically happened in the time of one pillar of incense.

Can a person's mental concentration last for a while, but can it last for a long time?

Xiong Da may have felt that Nangong Fan's spirit had slipped past the apex of his holding, and at the same time that Nangong Fan stabbed the air with another sword, his figure appeared strangely behind Nangong Fan, and a brown light on his body seemed to merge with the clay cage.

Every move did not bring the slightest wave, and the huge palm waved out silently. But with the brown glow surging between the fingers, you could see that this blow was by no means as light as it seemed on the surface.

A palm is like a mountain, promoting the peerless elegance.

Nangong Fan's face that can't be seen in Xiong Da.

There was a touch of banter on the corner of Nangong Fan's mouth, like the pride of a cat before catching a mouse.

The palm wind slapped, and Nangong Fan did not move.

Bloodthirsty and madness appeared in Xiong Da's eyes, his palm power, even orcs of the same level couldn't bear it, let alone this small human being?

With the strength of this human being now, his brother was by no means defeated head-on, but by the cunning human treachery.

He will use the blood of this abominable human in front of him to irrigate his brother's spirit.

The huge palm, with the surging earthy elegance, was solidified behind Nangong Fan.

A blue shadow emerged from top to bottom, easily blocking this inevitable palm.

Xiong Da's gaze froze slightly.

I saw the blue shadow winding, with horns towering overhead, with the coercion of the ancient desolation, permeating the heaven and earth.

Fear flashed in Xiong Da's heart, and his palm power involuntarily weakened, as if he didn't dare to offend the gods in his heart.

An earth-shattering long groan resounded through the sky, with boundless joy, bringing up a rolling wind and waves.

The brown cage, weakened by the fear of the bear, shattered in an instant, and returned to the earth, revealing the blue sky in front of him.

There are auspicious clouds floating in the sky, and the sacred and ancient atmosphere is gradually filled.

The wind is from the tiger, and the cloud is from the dragon.

Xiangyun is only born because of the dragon.

There is no dragon here, only Ao Canglan who has reawakened from slumber and sublimation.

The blue-gold scale armor swayed in the light of the sun, and the sinuous body seemed to have a bit of strange beauty at this time.

Xiong Da was not in the mood to appreciate the beauty in front of him.

The fear in his heart had not yet dissipated, and a dazzling blue light followed.

Green lotuses are dotted among them, sharp and swift.

The shadow of the sword flickered, slashing his body without any fancies.

A row of conspicuous white marks appeared on the bear's large body.

Nangong Fan's palm trembled slightly, and the palm holding the Black Dragon Sword burst out with blood.

This is Nangong Fan's first feeling.

What the hell is this Xiong Da wearing? All kinds of scheming swords came back in vain.

The slightly dirty animal skin on Xiong Da's body slowly peeled off, and a battle armor full of sharp thorns appeared in front of him.

The battle armor was all black, and the aura of decay rushed towards him.

This breath seems familiar, but it is extremely distant.

Nangong Fan's gaze gradually became solemn, and this battle seemed to be far from over.

Or maybe it's just getting started.