These were only the shallower wounds on the bull demon's body, the flesh and blood were flying, and the blood was dripping, and the deeper wounds looked even more miserable, with white bones and even a faint green phosphorus fire fluttering.

"How can you move like this with such an injury?"

Nangong Fan's face was stunned, and his heart became more and more disgusted with the evil qi around him. This wasn't what a normal creature should look like, and he didn't want to be like this.

"Isn't it just a touch that will cause you to get infected?"

Thinking of this, Nangong Fan didn't dare to let these dead spirits get too close to him, even if it was not a big deal to touch it, but his heart would be satisfied!

The black dragon sword in his hand waved, and the cyan sword slashed down.

This sword is a little strange, the core is cyan, but the surrounding is surrounded by a blood-red luster.

Cyan holy, bloody killing.

The two completely incompatible breaths were entangled, and even they seemed to collide on their own. However, this collision did not weaken the power of the sword, but instead rubbed sparks between the collisions, adding a bit of power.

The sword was in the shape of a half-moon, sweeping forward, encompassing all ten necromancers in the attack, intending to level out a bright future.

It seems that Nangong Fan is ready to use the power of this sword to sweep away all the enemies in front of him.

Strength strengthens people's courage.

No matter how arrogant Nangong Fan was in the past, in order not to get hurt himself, so as not to give zombies a chance to take advantage of, he would inevitably figure it out step by step, which one to solve first, how to solve it, and which one to solve later, there would be a careful plan.

But now, he is no longer the Nangong Fan who acted cautiously before, he can act recklessly, and in the entire Qiqi Continent, except for zombies, no one can bring him a little threat.

Qinghong flashed.

"Boom!"

The bull demon who was first noticed by Nangong Fan fell to the ground with a bang, and the green blood rushed wildly, polluting a large area of the surroundings.

His complexion became quite strange, and the huge bull demon body in front of him disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving only a puddle of green water in just one breath. At the same time, the sword body was surging with extremely pure energy...

This made him moan in comfort.

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it at all!"

Nangong Fan really didn't expect that the devouring power of the Black Dragon Sword would also have an effect on these necromancers. It was even extremely abundant, almost equivalent to the energy supplied by a peak realm cultivator. It is not much different from the Xu Nian who was killed at the beginning.

"This feeling is good!"

Nangong Fan's pupils also turned green, and the remaining nine-headed necromancers in front of him had turned into pink cabbage, just waiting for him to pick them.

The sword continued to turn, and a humanoid necromancer broke off in an instant.

"Don't..."

A hoarse voice sounded, and the fire in his eyes jumped, full of unwillingness and begging for mercy.

Nangong Fan's face did not make any waves, since he had become a slave of zombies, he had no intention of stopping. Not to mention how to rescue these people from their current state, even if you let go of this bit of time, maybe you will get out of the moth.

Since he has already had killing intent towards himself, he can only say sorry.

"Kill!"

Nangong Fan snorted coldly, unmoved by the begging for mercy, not to mention, being killed by the Black Dragon Sword, there was no possibility of stopping, and it would inevitably become nothingness.

It's just that the necrons are a little better than normal creatures, except for the extremely strong parts of some creatures, they can also leave a puddle of green water, proving that they have been in this world. It's just that this green water will soon soak into the dirt, spread and never be found again.

Nangong Fan is in no mood to pay attention to these contaminated dirt now, this is a huge project, only after killing the zombies, mobilizing the entire alliance to clean it up together, there is a slight chance that it will be completely eliminated.

Holding the Black Dragon Sword, the blade moved slightly, and continued to slash towards the next necromancer.

After the Black Dragon Sword devoured the living beings, the energy transmitted was extremely pure, not only increasing the energy in the body, but also implicitly improving all aspects. This is the energy he craves the most.

A demon beast that walked upright, raised its thick and tattered arms, white bones, and tried to block the sword.

"Bang!"

It only slightly hindered the blade's progress, and its entire arm disappeared, and the sword light went deep into its body.

"Don't kill me... Don't kill me!"

Nangong Fan's face became more and more cold, this next target, can still beg for mercy like this, obviously his spiritual wisdom is still there, how to become a necromancer remains to be discussed.

Someone can do anything for the sake of power. The guy in front of him, who no longer has a human face, may have betrayed the race in order to gain strength and break through the realm before his "life", and is willing to become this ghost.

As everyone knows, the human form is definitely one of the most perfect appearances in this world. You must know that no matter how powerful the race is, there is a saying about incarnation in the end, and this incarnation is the transformation of human form.

It's not that people are so powerful, compared to natural beasts such as dragons and phoenixes, they can even be said to be extremely small. But when it comes to plasticity, few creatures can match the inherently fragile Terrans.

Think of the human race, which can stand on the top of all races with a fragile body and become the recognized overlord of the main continent.

Of course, perhaps the most important thing for the human race is that it is born with spiritual intelligence, so it has a perception far beyond that of other races...

Nangong Fan is proud of being a human race, and he naturally despises these people who turn their backs on the race in his heart, and is ashamed to be with them!

If such a person is met by him, he will kill him!

"Lord Nangong... We..."

The words came to an abrupt end.

Nangong Fan had no mercy, the sword fell, and the green blood appeared.

His gaze turned to the other necromancer.

At this time, the killing intent surging in his body was enough to make any living creature look sideways. These necromancers, who had been brainwashed by the evil spirit, also felt a wave of fear, they were afraid!

Nangong Fan's face became strange, "It seems that this creature is still 'alive', but the living form is a little different." Otherwise, there will be no such fear. They also cost their lives..."

He found it interesting, but now was not the time to look out for such strange creatures, and there was a zombie hiding in the shadows and snooping!

It was almost effortless to slash the three-headed necromancer with one sword, but it also exhausted the spiritual power used by Nangong Fan.

This was also a mistake in his prediction, because his divine thoughts and spiritual senses could not be used, he could not spy on the specific strength of these necromancers, so he treated them as ordinary realms. It's just a random blow, it's more about the sword intent and the sharpness of the black dragon sword breaking the enemy.

Unexpectedly, this group of necromancers not only preserved their strength before their "death", but also greatly improved under the yin and evil qi. None of them were ordinary realms, and even that bull demon had reached the level of a high-level realm, but its body was relatively too large, and the energy in its body was not weaker than the peak.

However, such an offensive with a random sword is already amazing enough.

At least, the remaining seven necromancers, one by one, cowered at this time, and no longer dared to rush forward to kill, messing up their own formation, and retreating behind them.

Nangong Fan swung the Black Dragon Sword again, since he had degenerated into a necromancy, and dared to rush to him, he would not leave a seed to flee back.

"Death to me!"

With a loud shout, the sword intent was arrogant.

Nangong Fan no longer kept his hand, and completely revealed his current elegance.

The blue light and the blood glow complemented each other, and even the yin and evil qi had to be retreated. Where he is, he will not tolerate such evil spirits.

"Don't run!"

A hoarse voice rang out.

Nangong Fan traced the past, the most remote humanoid cultivator, holding a long sword, and vaguely seemed to have sword intent bursting out. However, the long sword in his hand, although it exudes a rhyme, has also lost its previous brilliance due to the evil of its master, and it is full of evil energy.

This person was also a sword cultivator before his "death"!

Sword cultivation, indomitable, known for attacking and killing. I believe in slashing the heavens with a sword, no matter how difficult the road ahead is, I have a green sword to break it.

The sword cultivator who can comprehend the sword intent in such an environment as the Qiqi Continent has no doubt that his mind is the top-notch in the entire world. Unexpectedly, it also went to the path of depravity.

Nangong Fan sighed and felt a trace of regret. Although comprehending the sword intent may not be able to reach the Heavenly Realm in such an environment, but with the capital to fight beyond the ranks, as long as there are not too many loopholes in the exercises, the possibility of breaking through to the Heavenly Realm is always much greater than others.

"You have insulted the sword cultivator. ”

Nangong Fan's pupils bloomed with murderous intent, and he slashed with a sword, aiming directly at this sword cultivator.

"Insulting Sword Cultivator? How can you take revenge if you don't have the strength? Lord Nangong, you're finally here! I'm just going down before you, I think you'll follow right away." ”

Jian Xiu's voice was hoarse, like a ghost roaring. Baixiao

Nangong Fan's face became strange, and he almost instantly reacted to who the person in front of him was. It should be the new head of the Shushan Sword Sect.

Sure enough, Liwei was happy, but after that, there were more troubles. A pure sword cultivator, he also betrayed his beliefs for this.

"There is a cause and an effect. ”

Nangong Fan's face returned to flatness, even if he started all over again, he would still decisively kill Xu Nian.

Who told him to stand up and be the first bird?

In order to save time and restore the alliance's fighting spirit, he had to forcefully suppress all the unstable people in order to suppress the strong people who were full of people at that time, and make them believe that only by following him could they find a way out.

"What a cause and effect, you are a devil in the veil of hypocrisy!

Wen Xian drank violently, and a few drops of blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

The evil sword in his hand danced, pulling the yin and evil qi around him. The sword intent burst out, condensing the energy of heaven and earth, and it looked terrifying. It even has a bit of the power of the Perfect Realm.

He knew that the gap between him and Nangong Fan was huge, but he still moved forward bravely.

It can be regarded as maintaining the glory of sword cultivation.

However, compared to his desire for death, other necromancers were reluctant to intervene, even the three-headed necromancers whose intellect was blurred as demon beasts. The momentum surging on Nangong Fan's body was so terrifying that they couldn't afford to have the slightest desire to fight.

The bloody lesson is just around the corner, and no one wants to follow in the footsteps.

Nangong Fan silently watched this scene, becoming more and more curious about the necromancer. At the same time, I also felt the power squeezing around my body.

Under Wen Xian's sword, the yin and evil qi that had no owner around them finally had a "general", and they no longer wandered around, showing their sharp fangs under the sword.

"Sure enough, just as when a spiritual cultivator makes a move, it will also attract the surrounding aura, and these yin and evil qi can also be used by the necromancy. ”

The corners of Nangong Fan's mouth rose slightly, he was using the means of the necromancers in front of him to guess the means of zombies. And because of the disgust from the bottom of his heart, he killed three heads at once.

Fortunately, I also tried to find something useful enough.

Nangong Fan naturally would not bear this sword stubbornly. With the sword with the blessing of sword intent, the sharpness index will have a fly-like increase. He is not as copper-tendoned as a zombie, and if he lets this sword slash at his body, he will inevitably hang the color.

"It's a pity. ”

A sigh.

A cold light emerges.

The blood went straight to heaven and earth, and it looked even more terrifying than the evil qi.

"It's a relief for you to die on the sword. ”

The sword fell, and the wind and waves subsided.

The surging yin and evil aura before, like a mouse seeing a cat, suddenly withered a lot.

The two swords collided together.

From the very beginning, the gap between them was revealed.

Crush!

The blood light only smashed the black sword that melted into the heaven and earth in an instant, and its power was undiminished, and it slashed down fiercely.

The two necromancers between the two were strangled by the sword intent before they could react.

Green blood gushed out, and the evil aura was stirring.

Vaguely, a small snake appeared and swallowed all the severed limbs into its mouth.

Nangong Fan's face was calm, and he looked indifferently ahead.

When the blood color dissipates, how can there be a shadow of leisure?

Between the two, not only the gap in strength, but also the comprehension of the sword, one in the sky and one in the ground.

Crushed from beginning to end, Wen Xian couldn't even react as he should. Even as long as Nangong Fan was willing, he didn't even have a chance to cut out this last sword.

Fortunately, the sword that fell from the black dragon sword naturally came with its superb devouring power, even if a sword crushed Wen Xian to pieces, it did not waste a little "loot".

It was only at this time that a "sonorous" sounded.

It was the long sword in Wen Xian's hand, and it seemed to let out a wail.

The sword, known as a gentleman, is now defiled, ruthlessly crushed, its sword heart has been extinguished, and the spirituality of the sword body has disappeared.

Now, it was just a sharp mortal sword, and it couldn't even carry much spiritual power to circulate inside and outside.

"And four more. ”

Nangong Fan said coldly.

The four necromancers were about to run away while he was about to let Wen Xian die on the sword, but he didn't expect a brown glow to surge, making all their movements stiffen. There was even an inexplicable pressure around them, and they couldn't move at all.

The gap between them is so great that they have to sit back and wait for death to come.

"Lord Nangong... I'm a native of the chaotic region, and I was caught up in the first place, please help me. ”

A humanoid necromancer knelt on the ground, his waist bent, and he wanted to kowtow his head twice and call "grandpa" twice. As long as they can survive, don't say "grandpa", even "ancestor" they can also call out.

Nangong Fan's eyes were cold, and with a sword in his hand, he wiped out the remaining two demon beast-like necromancers.

It can be clearly heard, and the two "people" in front of them breathe a sigh of relief.

"Then why didn't I see you last time I went deep into it?" Nangong Fan asked.

This is exactly what is strange about him, the last time he went deep into the underground palace, not to mention these dead spirits, even the flowers and trees that could not escape did not become what they are now, at most they only wilted a lot, and it seemed that they would die at any time.

"Last time..."The figure kneeling on the ground was stunned, wasn't it the first time that the adult in front of him had stepped into this area?

"Lies are repeated. Those who voluntarily turn their backs on the light should be punished. Nangong Fan's face became colder and colder, and at the same time, he understood a little, it seems that this change has only happened recently.

After a year of experimentation, what happened?

Is it a breakthrough...? or... Meta chaos?

The thoughts in Nangong Fan's mind kept flashing, and he even remembered his initial guess again. After Yuan Chaos' reach the Heavenly Realm, trying to stay in this world by all means must have a plan. Could it be the zombie crisis in front of us?

The two dead spirits who stand and kneel, in fact, are really the natives of the Land of Chaos, but what kind of place is the Land of Chaos? There is no order, only killing. It can be said that it is the most chaotic place in the Dust Dao Continent, and it is the paradise of demon cultivation. It is rumored that there is a heaven-level formation, so that all latecomers, even if they reach the heavenly realm, are not willing to easily set foot in this area to erase this place.

There are also many types of demon cultivators. But most of the demon cultivators are actually selfish, and for the sake of a little benefit, treachery is an idle matter. Maybe it was because he sensed the benefits of the evil qi and took the initiative to become a slave of the zombies.

The two necromancers glanced at each other, and their pupils flashed at the same time.

Taking advantage of the opportunity for Nangong Fan to sink into his own thoughts and wander, the two of them broke out at the same time.

Demon cultivators, who don't even believe in their closest companions, how can they leave their fate to others? They still choose to take their fate into their own hands and fight hard for it.

"Boom!"

Nangong Fan's fist was raised, and he smashed it out without evasion.

The two necromancers staggered back under the tremendous force, and at the same time, the black dragon sword roared and flew out.

Owl Head!

Two heads flew up.

There was a splash of green blood, but Nangong Fan had already taken a step back to avoid it, he didn't want to be contaminated with these filthy things.

In this way, the ten major dead souls were all buried on the Black Dragon Sword and became Nangong Fan's nourishment for himself.

His face remained unchanged, and he wondered in his heart, what the hell was that zombie doing? Will a body full of evil aura also have such patience?

It's weird!

Nangong Fan glanced at the green blood that was gradually disappearing on the ground, this was the only trace he had seen left after the Black Dragon Sword was devoured. I don't know what it will be?

Not a good thing to think of as well, he lifted his pace, avoiding the green blood, and continued to move deeper.