The blood stains on the corners of Nangong Fan's mouth loomed, and his body shook slightly, and he stabbed the ground with the black dragon sword to support his slightly tired body.

With this sword, he almost exhausted the spiritual power in his body.

The dantian felt extremely uncomfortable, Nangong Fan held the pill drawn from the ring with his other hand, held three or two pills together, and fed them to his mouth.

The fire gradually faded, and the road that Nangong Fan had finally opened up had a tendency to be filled with this ghost.

This little time is enough for Wang Zai, who has been trying to break through. He kicked away a fierce ghost that was entangled with him, and with this force, he easily rushed into the road, and disappeared with the fire, and soon disappeared completely at the end of the road.

Nangong Fan watched Wang Zai smoothly rush into the main hall, smiled, and straightened his body, there is not only spiritual power in his body! At this time, he can reflect the benefits of a double cultivator.

The feeling of powerlessness that had just arisen was an illusion brought about by the complete disappearance of spiritual power. Under the effect of the elixir, the spiritual power is gradually recovering, but it still takes a little time after all.

After cutting out the earth-shattering sword, Nangong Fan was on the head of Xing, and pulled out the long sword erected beside him, and under the urging of Gang Qi, the golden light and blood brought Ling Ran's momentum.

Some of the powerful ghosts who lost their goals attacked the crumbling hall that was completely shrouded by the formation from mid-air, and some directly turned their guns and came towards Nangong Fan.

Nangong Fan looked at the past, it was all a beating ghostly fire, he smiled contemptuously, his pupils were beating, and the demonic nature was hidden in it, and there was a sense of arrogance in it.

In this world, no one is scared.

Nine percent off?

Want me Nangong Fan to be afraid?

Not enough!

Nangong Fan did not retreat but advanced, and attacked and killed the ghost group with a sword.

At this time, if someone with sufficient strength can sense it, they will find that the frequency of the earth's movement is surprisingly consistent with Nangong Fan's progress.

Nangong Fan slammed on the ground, the earth trembled, and cracks appeared on the hard ice.

Nangong Fan rose into the sky, like a cannonball smashed into the group of ghosts.

The long sword was in his hand, and the blood was swallowing, spinning, turning into a blood-colored spinning top and rolling waves.

An unpleasant, high-pitched grinding sound sounded, giving the illusion that the entire void had been smashed. Ripples rippled in the void, and in a haze, strangled all evils.

Speaking of punishing ghosts, Nangong Fan's methods can definitely be called an expert, except that there is no special technique to catch ghosts, the aura of Dao Fire and the law are the absolute nemesis of the little ghosts. If you touch it, you will die, and if you touch it, you will die.

Nangong Fan single-handedly slaughtered the Quartet. If it weren't for the fact that he had just opened the way for Wang Zai, his efficiency in punishing ghosts would have been a few points faster.

The black dragon sword roared, the blood was abundant, and the remnants of the ghosts were also extremely delicious food for him.

The black dragon sword is crazy, frantically absorbing power to nourish his body, and the little snake that once appeared on the battlefield has traces of reveal. It even wanted to break away from Nangong Fan's sword-holding hand and rush out to kill the Quartet by itself.

The blood light in Nangong Fan's eyes appeared, the killing eyes were charming, and the silent demonic nature showed signs of awakening.

"Bang". The invincible Black Dragon Sword was finally blocked.

The two powerful ghosts finally arrived, looking like a substantial body, one wielding a huge axe, the other wielding a spear, coming from the left and right, striking Nangong Fan on both sides.

The black mist is agitated, and the momentum is amazing.

It is more than a step stronger than the powerful ghosts that Nangong Fan has encountered outside.

Nangong Fan did not evade, the long sword in his hand slashed towards the spear condensed by the black mist, and blasted towards the axe with one punch, opening the bow left and right.

"Get out. Nangong Fan roared angrily, and his strength to eat milk came out.

The sword is like a crescent moon, and the fist is like a meteor.

Broken guns, broken axes.

Surging power surged from both sides.

After Nangong Fan fought, he kept retreating, stepping out several ripples in mid-air before he unloaded his strength.

The bodies of the two powerful ghosts disintegrated, and they quickly reunited, vaguely seemingly a little lighter than before. This continuous transformation between the virtual and the real can be regarded as unloading all the strength of Nangong Fan's blasting, and his body has not even taken a step back.

"Whew!" The ghosts couldn't feel the pain, but the energy dissipated by their bodies made them instinctively feel distressed, and they roared at the culprit, turning into two black winds, and rushed towards Nangong Fan.

Nangong Fan's eyes shrank, and he affirmed his guess just now, the mature ghosts he had encountered before were only at the beginning of the Legendary Force, and the powerful ones were only in the early middle rank. In terms of strength, these two powerful ghosts are only a thin line away from the peak legend.

Nangong Fan no longer hesitated, his body began to expand, and his blink of an eye was a few points bigger than that of a powerful ghost.

The Black-Armed Bear is here!

"Whew!" the roar of the bear, which was even fiercer than the howl of the ghost, shocked the audience.

The sound was terrifying, and the thick black fog was dispersed.

The huge pupils swelled with fierce intent, and he actually felt a great blessing in this heaven and earth in addition to the earth.

This black mist is actually beneficial to demon beasts as well?

Nangong Fan was excited, and between his breaths, two small tornadoes swept the black mist, inhaled into his chest, turned into his own strength, and his momentum skyrocketed.

Feet on the ground, listening to the pleasant sound of the center of the earth, the slightest warm current under the earth converges on the palm of the hand.

The black dragon sword was grasped by the furry broad hand, and the originally slender sword seemed to have become a dagger, and with a slight stroke, the wind and clouds were agitated, and the ground trembled. The Black Dragon Sword seemed to be more compatible with the demonic power, and under the qi that turned into demonic power, the blood that was swallowed was a little thicker.

It's so red that it's bewitching.

It's daunting.

The brown aperture expands outward, and gravity intensifies. Even the air seemed to become thicker, and the movements of the powerful ghosts that came at a gallop of wind and fire slowed down.

The sword came in an instant, and the fist swung out powerfully.

The first ghost split in half under the blood, and it tried to close again, the red glow of the wound flickered, as if there was an abyssal mouth lurking inside, trying to swallow its black mist and threaten its soul.

In vain, the dark fire in his pupils jumped up and down, and he actually drilled out directly from the body condensed by the black mist under his control.

The ghost fire danced and burned in the void, passing through the space, and only burrowed into Nangong Fan's head at once.

Fortunately, Nangong Fan's other punch had already blasted out, and for the bear demon, no matter how sharp the black dragon sword was, it was not as smooth as his own fist.

One punch secretly touches the earth, one punch is gravity-driven, and one punch envelops the black mist.

Although it was not as immediate as the Black Dragon Sword, it also directly blasted away the body of this powerful ghost and turned into its original shape.

Nangong Fan's strength has reached the peak of the legend, and it is not much different from consummation, after turning into a bear demon, his strength has skyrocketed, and he has comprehended the law more, and his wisdom is still there, and he can lead the general trend of heaven and earth, and it is easy to crush the two powerful ghosts.

It's just that if you want to completely eliminate the ghosts, it still takes a little more effort.

Just like the first powerful ghost, although it was smashed by a sword, before the black dragon sword could exert its power to shatter its soul, it took the initiative to get rid of the danger and used the most primitive and powerful means of ghosts to invade the sea of knowledge.

The ghost thing has a body transformed by the black mist, in a sense, it can be regarded as attacking the strength of the other with its own shortcomings, but it has more bodies that can be healed constantly, and it is really hard to say which means are stronger.

Ghosts invade the head, straight into the sea of knowledge, all the way through the filth of things, the thick blood vessels for it, the sea of knowledge set off stormy waves.

Nangong Fan covered his head, rolled all over the ground, and could destroy the little ghosts who were still coming when he flipped.

The ghostly fire had already appeared above the sea of consciousness, and at a glance I could see the blue spirit meditating cross-legged in the center.

"Whew!" it seemed to have found the most delicious food, and in an instant it appeared around it, its illusory body looming, and its sharp claws were like a spirit grabbing it.

The blue soul opened his pupils, and the light fainted, and a slightly transparent young figure appeared behind him.

The corners of the young man's mouth curled into an evil smile, staring directly at the ghostly fire that crossed the space.

"Reincarnation Heavenly Gong" is very strange, even if Nangong Fan has read through the Heavenly Scripture since he was a child, he is a little foggy about it, and he can only vaguely understand that he has three reincarnation seals that have at least reached the small consummation in order to exert his initial effect.

But that is the condition for the embodiment of reincarnation outside the body, and in the sea of his own consciousness, he is the out-and-out creator, but there are not so many restrictions.

The "Kurosawa Mark", which has unconsciously reached a small consummation when he returns to the Black Family, is not difficult to manifest in the sea of knowledge.

"Kurosawa" is full of evil, and it seems that he is more like a ghost than a ghost.

The pupils were like needles, the supernatural power fluctuated, and the ghost fire was frozen in place and could not move.

Zhihai gradually calmed down, and "Kurosawa" grasped the ghost fire and gently crushed it.

The blue soul's pupils were unwavering, and he gently closed his eyes again.

The black bear opened its huge blood-red pupils, and another hideous face appeared under its eyes, and the sharp teeth seemed to be about to be imprinted.

The slight pain stimulated the black bear, and his anger surged, and he wanted to tear everything in front of him apart. Gravity covers, and the arm is pulled straight up.

The two legends fought with each other, and they were forced to feel like a thug street scuffle.

Nangong Fan stretched out his hands and wrapped the ghost in his warm embrace full of hair, and before he could grit his teeth, he held his two shoulders with both hands.

There was a "click" sound.

The ghost was directly torn in half, the fluffy black mist appeared, the terrible screams echoed, and the flickering ghost fire wanted to get rid of the shackles of his body.

Compared with the little ghosts, the ghosts are still a lot more tenacious. This powerful ghost wants to be like his companions, learn from the same, so he repeats his skills and uses his own means to win a glimmer of life.

I have to say that these powerful ghosts who fight by instinct have a really strong sense of battle. Without more than ten years of combat experience in the rivers and lakes, they are really not as decisive as them.

The broad palm of the hand suddenly covered its hideous head. The demonic power rushed out and strangled with all his might, and the ghost fire gradually extinguished in it, losing its due brilliance.

The black bear didn't want to try the buzzing head again.

"Whew. ”

Nangong Fan jumped up from the ground, bathed in black hair, crazy hair, and rushed into the group of ghosts by taking advantage of this momentum, and when he jumped, the demon power erupted, and the little ghost was torn apart in an instant.

The black bear, which launched a frenzy, is surrounded by this, and it is the most perfect war machine in the Nether.

The arms were thick and long, and with a fan, several imps were crushed and turned into black mist.

Nangong Fan can kill, and he doesn't sprint into the hall when he runs blindly, where there are many ghosts, he will break through, and he has the posture of destroying all ghosts with his own strength.

It seems to be darker in front of him, Nangong Fan, who is crazy, doesn't care about this, and just keeps killing, it seems that he will not stop until there are no ghosts in front of him.

A thick arm loomed in the group of imps, a fist howled in the wind, and the imps next to it were all turned into powder in it, irrigated on this arm, and became its nourishment.

"Bang. ”

This fist slammed into Nangong Fan's body.

Nangong Fan staggered back, and a mouthful of red blood spurted out of his mouth.

The hot blood drew a beautiful arc in the air, falling weakly, dotting the ice.

This sudden domineering power seemed to have hidden dark energy, and it burst out violently on Nangong Fan's arm that was subconsciously blocking his chest. Falling under the mountains, his arms drooping, his sturdy body slanted to the ground, and he fell to the ice at once, and he had to roll a few times to feel better.

The ice is stained with a dark red.

Nangong Fan wanted to stand up again, but he felt that his whole body suddenly lost his strength, and he just held up a little, and then fell heavily on the ice, and the spiderweb-like cracks extended outward.

Nangong Fan was half-lying on the ground, his pupils full of anger staring straight ahead.