The Forest of Terror is at the foot of the back of Shu Mountain, across the Yangtze River, which is the range of the Forest of Terror.

Nangong Fan wants to go down the mountain from the trail of the back mountain, and the task scroll is the key to open the gate of the back mountain.

The sky was cloudy and drizzling. Compared with the dark night, there is a touch of coldness, bringing a trace of coolness to the earth that has been baked by the sun all summer, but there is a trace of coldness that cannot be dispersed.

The main house of the small courtyard where Ao Bing of the Shushan Sword Sect is located.

The drizzle beat a continuous ballad on the eaves, and Huo Wumeng stood behind Ao Bing with a complicated face, silent.

Ao Bing, who was sitting upright, had a gloomy face, he had been like this since Kim Tae-an's death, he smiled abruptly, and painted on rice paper with the brush characters that he had practiced diligently recently-"The rivers and lakes are in turmoil".

The four characters are flying like a dragon, and the indescribable arrogance and majesty are displayed in it.

At the same time, the City Lord's Mansion of Longcheng, the city lord Ao Xin looked at the gloomy sky through the slightly open window, turned his head slightly and glanced at the Jin Ill Yi and Huo Changkong who were standing in silence behind him, laughed twice, picked up the pen, and wrote the scribbled four words on the white paper, "The rivers and lakes are in chaos".

Ao Xin stood up and patted the shoulders of these two legendary powerhouses, "This Dragon City will only belong to the three of us from today onwards. ”

At the end of the capital, the third prince Mo Hongnan sat in the luxurious hall, and laughed at the lazy sitting beside him, "Thank you, brother, the rebellion of the rivers and lakes started from Longcheng and from us." The promise made to my brother, Lin Xiaoyao's daughter will also enjoy it for you, and we will definitely go down in history!"

The smile of the blossoming smile is a little difficult to understand, who in the whole end of the capital does not know that Lin Xiaoyao's daughter is your crown princess?

Li Taibai stood straight outside the gate of the back mountain, looked up at the gloomy sky, and sighed softly, "Senior brother has also left." The Sword Sect doesn't have any nostalgia anymore, maybe as Elder Bai said, it's time for me to officially step into the rivers and lakes. ”

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Under the drizzle, Nangong Fan slowly walked out of the range of the Sword Sect and stepped on a rugged mountain road that few people had walked.

The mountain road can be described as winding and turning eighteen times, and the mud is everywhere, and people have stepped on it and left a big footprint.

Nangong Fan's steps were brisk, and he didn't leave a trace when he stepped through the mud.

The spiritual consciousness that had been suppressed for a long time flew in the drizzle, and he turned his head slightly to look at the top of Shu Mountain looming in the dark clouds, and he was full of spirit, "The next time I come here, I will come for the sword tablet." ”

If Li Taibai still has a trace of good impression of the Sword Sect, then he doesn't even have the initial good feeling, and even wants to conquer this Sword Sect and let them open the exclusive Sword Monument for themselves.

Nangong Fan walked in the rainforest, and the rain slapped on Junyi's face, soaking through the thin clothes, which were clinging to the sturdy body. Even so, Nangong Fan still felt indescribably happy.

Suddenly, the spiritual sense sensed that there were many people in the rainforest who were going down the mountain at the same speed as him, and frowned slightly, "Why are there so many people around?"

Except for the people of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect, others would not choose to take this path when they went to the Forest of Terror, let alone go down the mountain from the back mountain of Shu Mountain.

Nangong Fan's footsteps paused slightly, his pace did not stop, but he was sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and his much stronger spiritual sense sensed the person closest to him, this person maintained the same speed as him, the same speed and slowness, no matter how stupid a person was, he should know who this group of people came for.

Nangong Fan stopped abruptly and looked straight ahead, the look on his face was comparable to that of the gloomy sky, "Four Martial Saints, ten Martial Emperors, and the rest are all Martial Emperors, you really can afford me." ”

Nangong Fan stood up straight, the momentum on his body gradually boiled, under the washing of the rain, like a divine sword slowly unsheathed, a flamboyant smile gradually appeared on his face, "How? dare to ambush, dare not show up?"

"Boy, you have some skills. Figures standing in the shadows on the branches of the trees in front of him slowly appeared, and three others were half a step behind him, revealing their figures. The four of them are like a whole, with an eerie and surging atmosphere.

Ten people quickly gathered from the rear, each dressed in black tights and holding a unified long knife, pointing directly at Nangong Fan who was surrounded under the cover of rain.

The rainforest fell silent, like the calm before a storm.

A white film appeared on Nangong Fan's body, blocking all the rain, and his eyes were solemn but full of murderous intent.

This was the most ferocious murder he had ever encountered, and even if he practiced in the Sword Sect for a year, he was not sure of escaping.

Fourteen bare-handed men stood in the sky around them, exuding various spiritual powers, and the aura of destruction rose and fell between the middle four.

Among them, the most vigorous person, his bare eyes were full of teasing, "You can explain your last words, the black family is young." ”

Nangong Fan's lips opened slightly, and he stopped talking, and in the countless playful gazes, his eyes moved, his body floated slightly on the ground, and he kicked the big tree behind him violently, like a cannonball blasting towards the crowd in front of him.

Nangong Fan's actions broke the deadlock at this time, countless black shadows rushed on the ground, and the fourteen figures did not move, each standing on one side in the void to prevent Nangong Fan from escaping.

Although there were many black shadows on the ground, they were not chaotic at all, and they surrounded and suppressed the surrounded Nangong Fan in an orderly manner, obviously well-trained on weekdays.

Emperor Wu besieged and killed, Emperor Wu and Martial Saint pressed the formation, dealing with Nangong Fan, a Martial King who had just reached the middle level, it was not a luxurious lineup.

Nangong Fan rushed to the crowd in front of him, and ten long knives were already waiting for him, slashing towards his body together, the movements were unified, and the momentum was connected together, even higher.

Nangong Fan's spiritual sense covered it, and at the moment when the long knife was about to touch his body, a black scale armor appeared in front of each sword, and the sword slashed on the scale armor, making a piercing sound.

The long knife flicked open, and a conspicuous white mark appeared on each of the ten scales.

The dragon scale armor that unlocked the two layers of prohibition began to show divine power.

Nangong Fan endured the great impact from his body, his left hand instantly turned into a dragon claw, and when several people were slightly shaken by a blow, he grabbed the shoulder of one of them, the claw was a few points sharper than ordinary weapons, and in an instant, it cut through the person's protective spiritual power, and pierced his shoulder without the slightest pause.

Nangong Fan just raised his arm slightly, and the right hand of this person who raised the knife flew into the sky, and his arm and body were split in half, spurting hot blood outward.

Nangong Fan had a cruel smile on his face, sensing the nine long knives that slashed towards his body, the black dragon sword in his right hand appeared, lightly blocking the five knives coming from the right, and with the help of the power in it, he headed towards the four people on the left.

The feet are stepped on the ground one after another, not to relieve strength, but to resonate with the leylines and maximize their strength.

The gravity field enveloped the three people on the left, so that the knives of the four did not come together, and the dragon claws in the left hand lit up with brown light, and slammed towards the first blade.

The enemy felt a terrifying strange force coming from the blade, with a click, the knife broke, the sharp dragon claw with a terrifying coercion made him in a trance, Nangong Fan's dragon claw momentum did not decrease, and six sword rays jumped on it and stabbed him in the chest.

The dragon's claws easily pierced the inner armor he was wearing, piercing six neat holes in his chest, and instantly drew their claws into fists, blasting him away with a single punch.

At this time, killing the enemy was useless, if there were no Sky Fourteen, he might directly kill the two people who were injured by him.

But now it is better to keep two seriously injured bodies to disturb their minds, and the few people who drag them will have a greater chance of escaping.

Nangong Fan wanted to escape from the beginning.

The person who flew upside down was caught by the three people behind him, Nangong Fan turned around, and at this time, if he was centered with the Sword Sect, he went to the periphery instead.

The dragon claw in Nangong Fan's left hand disappeared, and it was covered with blood marks, some of them were injured by enemies, and there were also blood vessels that burst in their bodies that could not withstand this violent explosion.

Nangong Fan held the sword in his right hand, flipped it, resisted the five sword rays, glanced at the other martial emperors who gradually surrounded him, sighed lightly, when the five people slashed the sword again, the long sword resisted, but did not leak the power of the long sword, and retreated backwards with the force, sensing the vibration of the earth's veins, and the brown mangs wrapped the whole body, as if they were integrated with the earth, and fled madly in the direction of the Yangtze River.

As he fled, he turned around slightly, and a figure in the air in front of him blocked his way.

His bare eyes were full of banter and cruelty, and his punch was wrapped in violent spiritual power, turning into a fist and smashing towards Nangong Fan.

Emperor Wu shot!

Nangong Fan's eyes were full of waves, and there was no accident at all, but his body did the opposite, rushing straight to his fist.

Feeling the violent spiritual power that was getting closer and closer, the brown mang appeared in front of him, turning into a tough earthen wall, and the fist instantly burst the earthen wall, turning into countless dirt flying, the soil quickly fell back under the impact of the rain, but Nangong Fan had disappeared behind the earthen wall.

The Martial Emperor standing in the sky was slightly stunned, there was a sound of wind behind him, and the spiritual energy in his body surged, and he subconsciously blasted towards the back simply and rudely.

Nangong Fan's mouth full of blood appeared behind him, and he used his divine sense to forcibly move the frequency of the leylines, allowing him to move a very small distance in an instant, but it also made him almost die on the spot.

The power of heaven and earth, how can ordinary people provoke at will?

Nangong Fan used his back to directly bear the impact of the violent spiritual power, and with the help of this huge force, he quickly fled into the distance in the air, and he was about to flee directly, but he sensed the other nine Martial Emperors who were quickly surrounded, so he made this decision to avoid being surrounded by ten Martial Emperors, and there was no chance of survival.

Nangong Fan quickly moved away in the air, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, and he faintly felt a terrifying and familiar sword intent rising in the direction of Sword Peak.

But he didn't dare to stop and look back, and fled in the direction of the Yangtze River.

The four Martial Saints standing in the sky didn't even look at the direction of Nangong Fan's escape, they all looked at the place where the sword intent was rising, and a hideous smile appeared on their faces, killing the person who protected Nangong Fan was a great achievement for them, a kid in the realm of Martial King was just doing it easily.

In their hearts, even if Nangong Fan slipped a little more, he couldn't escape the situation of death.

It doesn't have the slightest bad effect on this well-planned mess, "Has the person who protected this kid finally appeared?"

An old man with wrinkles on his face appeared strangely beside the four of them, the old man's face was calm, and he was not affected by the momentum of the four of them, and the old man's voice slowly sounded from his mouth, "It's just a peak Martial Emperor, it's just that this sword intent is a little terrifying." The old man suspects that it is the first day of Shu Mountain, Li Taibai!"