Gravity against gravity.

Slowly pushing forward, the heaven-turning seal that emitted a miraculous brilliance also sank downward.

It doesn't seem to have made any difference, but rather adds a bit to its weight advantage.

However, Nangong Fan heard an imperceptible muffled snort in his ears. This voice seems to be stuck in people's throats, and before it can be vented, it is forced down by people, and it is difficult for people to notice.

Nangong Fan fully unfolded the advantages of his own body cultivation when he was fighting, and it was almost like seeing six ways and listening to all directions, and this small voice was also extremely clear to him.

Lian Wuqian was injured?

Nangong Fan's pupils flickered, and although he didn't know why, he decisively shot again. With just one breath, he was completely adapted to gravity in the world today, after all, he had used the law of gravity to shroud himself in cultivation, and he already had a strong ability to adapt to it.

The speed of turning the sky and printing seems to be a little slower, and while it has a huge power that cannot be matched, it also deprives it of a lot of speed, otherwise no one can withstand it.

However, Nangong Fan has not yet gotten rid of the lock of the Heaven and Earth Seal, and even this strange stone seal has isolated the prying eyes of the gods, so he can only attack it head-on and blast it back. Otherwise, the stone seal, which was only the size of a head, would stand like a mountain in front of him to block his attack.

The flesh and blood in the body trembled in an orderly manner, blooming with a trace of power. All the physical powers exploded!

The long sword leaned forward, and a faint blood-colored lotus bloomed from nothingness.

"Get out!"

With a loud shout, blood streaked across the sky.

"Bang!"

Nangong Fan staggered back three steps, and there was a faint blood flower looming above his body.

However, the hard Heaven Turning Seal also rolled backwards under Nangong Fan's full outburst.

"Shhh

Lian Wuwu hissed in uncontrollable pain.

Nangong Fan's pupils flickered, but in this moment, he understood why Lian Wufeng didn't take advantage of the situation to pursue when he collided for the first time.

Although the strong people of the realm are not as fragile as the Xuan Realm, they will feel the same for themselves if the spiritual weapon is slightly damaged. However, the Heaven Turning Seal is not an ordinary spiritual weapon, and under the pressure of Nangong Fan, Lian Wujian has to do his best to show his power. The weight is large, and the spiritual power he needs to consume, and the destruction of himself will also increase dramatically in between.

In the hands of the gods, the artifact can easily unleash all its power, but in the hands of mortals, it may be able to drain itself directly just by using it. It's not clear whether this is an artifact or not, but the reason is the same.

As long as someone can get into a tug-of-war with the wielder of the seal, they can be consumed to death by consumption alone. Of course, the premise is to block its relentless bombardment. Ordinary high-level, I am afraid that under a few of them, I have to flee in the wilderness, how can I fall into a tug-of-war?

Speaking of which, just in the form of its power, it is somewhat similar to a pseudo-heaven-level spirit weapon.

Nangong Fan shook his hand that was a little numb, his pupils flashed with a strange luster, if he only said that he was resistant to pressure, he didn't know how far his physical cultivation was above ordinary cultivators, not to mention that he had a lot of means, and it was not a problem at all to consume and die.

Of course, he still has a huge sense of vigilance against the seal of the heavens, and this kind of spiritual weapon has the ability to turn the tables in one fell swoop when he is in a desperate situation. It's not unusual to be able to burst out with any kind of power.

Nangong Fan moved, naturally knew Lian Wuji's weakness, and he would naturally find an opportunity to take advantage of his illness and kill him, and never give him any time to relieve. Only enough pressure can make Lian Wuqian have to do his best all the time.

"Okay, come again!"

Nangong Fan laughed twice, looking happy. This kind of power and power is naked and comfortable.

However, this time, Nangong Fan did not use the Black Dragon Sword, and of course he did not take it back directly into his body, and as soon as his mind moved, he roared forward in the sky and stabbed straight ahead.

If you want to talk about a hard collision, the long sword will occupy a lot of weaknesses relatively speaking, and it is more powerful to cover the spiritual power with your fist.

The battle suddenly transitioned from a battle of spiritual bells and whistles to the purest collision of forces.

Nangong Fan's arm muscles bulged, as if they had become four or five circles thick all of a sudden, revealing his own strength.

"Bear King Fist!"

Brown, tall phantoms appeared in the open air, and a ferocious aura swept the audience.

Nangong Fan and the fists of the Bear King Phantom moved at the same time. A very conspicuous red straight line appeared between heaven and earth.

It seems that Nangong Fan is not only sword intent and momentum, but even the shadow of his fist has turned into a chilling blood red.

"Boom!"

The fist collided nakedly with the earth-turning Youyin.

Flesh and blood fly, bones stand out, but that's all. Nangong Fan has already passed the bone quenching period, and the hand bones have been "God-given", although they have not yet reached the extreme, what can be cultivated is the "Sun Bible" after all, and it is only said that the hardness of the hand bones is no longer under the ordinary Xuan-level spiritual weapons. There is still a certain distance from the ground-level spirit weapon, let alone the seal of the sky, but it is impossible for it to directly crush and collapse the hand bones.

At Nangong Fan's current level, if someone can really kill him, his bones will be safe and sound for a long time, and it is not impossible to fall into the hands of the refining master and use it as the main material of the spiritual weapon.

What's more, with the blessing of the strength of the strong tendon period, there will be no major problems when it collides with the sky. 520

The pace of moving forward was slightly sluggish, and the speed was not much faster than that of a snail.

Lian Wuji's pupils flickered with a faint murderous intent, and his mouth involuntarily let out another painful hiss.

"Get out of here!"

The bitter sound makes people feel the pressure as soon as they hear it.

"Go on!"

Nangong Fan laughed, ignoring the blood stains on his palm, and continued to rush forward, and threw another punch. The Bear King Phantom still made the same movements rigidly, but this was not just a virtual image, it exuded a slight brown luster, which seemed to merge with Nangong Fan's body, making it more powerful.

He had smelted the essence blood of the black-armed angry bear, and although the impurities had been stripped away when he turned into a brute cultivator, the essence of the "Beast Transformation Technique" was still deposited in his heart, and it was not a problem to slightly reveal that he was competing with each other.

However, he can't directly incarnate into a black-armed angry bear like before, revealing the power that belongs to a spirit beast alone.

Fortunately, Nangong Fan's physique is now almost the same as that of a spirit beast of the same level, but he does not lose his mind when he incarnates into a demon beast, but he has strengthened a lot.

There was no flesh left, and only the skeletal palm slammed forward.

Nangong Fan was like a god of war who didn't know what pain was at all, and he didn't even show a trace of tired thoughts. Compared with the previous Ming chariot and horse, one punch after another is ready to blast out, now it is a chaotic fist to beat the master to death.

In the blink of an eye, Nangong Fan dropped more than 100 punches. The two fists took turns on the court, not giving themselves a little time to rest, and also not giving Lian Wuqian a little time.

Flesh flies, stone seals stagnate.

Nangong Fan is still alive and well, and if you don't look at the two of his fists that are just bones, he doesn't seem to have received any impact.

Lian Wuji's pupils were full of blood, and his mouth kept roaring like a beast, and it seemed that it had hurt into the bone marrow, but it was faintly visible, and there was only a killing intent in the depths of his pupils, and there was no pain at all.

Even the abnormality of the pupils was hidden deeply, and there were seals in front of him, flashing brown halos under the constant bombardment, even Nangong Fan's sharp eyes did not notice anything wrong.

People are like this, they must be unmatched in the first spray section they made, and they will never have too many doubts because of this, and they will only slowly try to get closer to their goals.

The roar continued, and a brown halo hazy the sky and the earth.

A thousand fists fell, even with Nangong Fan's physical strength, he had to let himself slow down for a while. After all, he is still a human, not a machine, and he has been punching with all his strength a thousand times, which is enough to make countless people's jaws drop, and it is a bit too harsh to ask for too much.

With such a relaxation, Nangong Fan immediately sensed that something was wrong, at the beginning, even Wufeng showed a state of inadequacy, but now it is still like this after so long, it seems that it may fall down at any time, but it is still holding on.

"It's greasy!"

Nangong Fan's pupils became solemn, just now it was like a mad demon who didn't notice it when he punched, but now if he hadn't noticed that something was wrong, he would have been born and died so many times in vain.

Almost in the blink of an eye, he retracted from his lax state, his body tensed, and the black dragon sword fell back into his hand, holding it tightly, his face full of vigilance.

He seemed to smell danger coming.

"Do you notice something wrong now? It's too late!" Lian Wuqian kept dripping blood from the corners of his mouth, but his face was extremely hideous, and his pupils bloomed with a bright murderous intent.

The heavens are incomparably strong, and it does bring great pressure to him, the master, and every time he is triggered, the spiritual power passes away like flowing water.

Nangong Fan's guess was not wrong at all, but even Wuqian was naturally convenient as the master, at least the real power in it was not only the weight that seemed to be able to crush the heavens and the earth, but even the realm that was revealed before was not its ultimate means. Even the master of Wujian himself doesn't know what his ultimate means is, but the power he can exert is definitely not only in front of him.

"Late?" Nangong Fan snorted coldly, not a little afraid.

It can be clearly seen that his light withered palm has begun to squirm flesh, and his consumption is not as huge as he imagined. Although he threw down a thousand punches just now, most of them were vented by the power of his physique, and only a little spiritual power was used. After all, all he wanted was not to give Lian Wuqian breathing space, not to exhaust himself.

With his physique, this consumption, although it is not said that there is no at all, but he has recovered a lot in a few breaths, and his combat power has not decreased at all.

At this time, he could only feel that the ferocious killing machine permeated the audience, but he didn't know where this killing machine came from and what form it would take.

Waiting for the battle is not Nangong Fan's style, in his thoughts, the best defense is always offense, his pupils bloom with brilliance, and in this situation, he took a decisive step forward.

"Die!"

Under the stone seal, the words "turning the sky and having a seal" bloomed with brilliance, and the sky and the earth suddenly darkened, full of gray brilliance, and even mixed with a trace of space debris.

Similar to the realm!

Nangong Fan's body froze, and his movements immediately slowed down.

More than that, the blooming brilliance fell downward, as if it was about to return to the embrace of Mother Earth. This faint brilliance brought heavy pressure, and before he could get close to Nangong Fan's body, his skin membrane was torn.

At the same time, the sky-turning seal appeared strangely on the top of Nangong Fan's head, and slowly suppressed it downward.

The top of Nangong Fan's head instantly darkened, giving people the illusion that the sky had fallen.

He couldn't help but gasp, not because of the pressure, but because of the pain, but it wasn't beyond the limit of what he could bear. The pupils were still calm, and the black dragon sword in his hand began to bloom, and the sharp breath tore through everything, even if this realm could not form a little obstacle, there seemed to be a small snake looming faintly.

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