"Whew!"

The monster was enraged, and with a loud roar, a black mist surged out of its body, sweeping all the sword qi into the air.

The appearance of this black mist was somewhat similar to Shen Yixuan's palm and condensing ice and snow.

Nangong Fan thought that this was an extremely normal method for monsters, after all, it was impossible for the black fog in the sky to disappear out of thin air, right? The ghost qi was naturally all absorbed by this monster in his body.

It's like spiritual power is based on spirituality, and Gang Qi is based on physical cultivation. It's all energy.

But Qianyi's eyes froze, this monster didn't know how to use ghost qi just now! It has been learning and growing!

But the speed of progress is too appalling, isn't it?

Or rather, it has these means of its own, and is now only familiar with the process. That is to say, everyone who uses a means may be immediately copied by it.

Monsters that get stronger and stronger!

"Be careful, this monster is always learning. Qianyi whispered to Shen Yixuan, and immediately changed his body and walked towards the barbarian powerhouse.

He was going to organize these people of the same clan who didn't dare to shoot at this time, and were embarrassed to run away, whether it was weapons or stones, and threw them at that big guy.

With the physique of the barbarians, this must be very exciting, and maybe it will have unexpected effects.

Nangong Fan watched his sword qi being wiped out silently, his eyes shrank suddenly, even if the power of this sword qi couldn't even reach the legend, but it was gone without even making a sound?

It's also terrifying.

It seems that the ghost qi has evolved under the urging of this monster, and it used to be like a rootless duckweed, and it is still no problem to have a little spiritual power to protect itself, and the martial saint and legend can completely clear it after spending a little time. Now that it is thicker, I don't know how much, even Emperor Wu has to do his best to protect himself under this erosion.

Fortunately, the yin qi is still whistling between heaven and earth in the form of yin wind, otherwise the unity of yin and ghost is not as simple as one plus one equals two.

Niu Tianzong plunged into the black mist, and the demonic power burst out and the aura appeared, even the black mist could not invade his body.

The phantom of the green bull, which was about the size of the monster, also jerked forward.

Huge sharp corners rise brightly.

Niu Tianzong's fist flashed with dazzling golden light, and it bombarded out.

"Bang bang bang. ”

Four in a row.

Under the illusory horns, the black fog dissipated. Pierced the monster's skin, leaving two fist-sized holes from which a thick stream of green blood gurgled out. Dripping on the ice surface, under the splashing, it instantly corroded into a large dense small hole.

Niu Tianzong's fist smashed on the monster's skin, and the vertical holes on the monster's body opened one by one under the pain, and the supernatural power burst out on Niu Tianzong's body.

Niu Tianzong was not like the two barbarians before, his momentum did not have the slightest effect, his arm muscles bulged high, and a wave of power poured out from it.

The arms are horns, the fists are pointed, and the darkness is non-stop.

The monster was shaken by the power of Niu Tianzong. It feels like an ant stirring up a giant elephant.

The monster stumbled and fell to the ground.

Nangong Fan's sword light followed, slashing down on the monster's skin.

The sword light was shattering, and the sword intent was scurrying on the skin.

Nangong Fan's eyes remained unchanged and continued to move forward with his sword.

A slender ray of blood fell, and the sword light shot down, and the black dragon sword in it was exposed, and the tip of the sword flashed with cold light, and it slashed down at the skin.

"Squeak, squeak. ”

An unpleasant grinding sound sounded.

Even if Nangong Fan relied on the advantage of the Black Dragon Sword, he didn't cause effective damage to the monster, and he couldn't even scratch his skin, leaving only a conspicuous white mark.

The monster was about to fall to the ground, and under the struggle, his arm swept towards Nangong Fan.

The wind howled, driving the yin qi that permeated the heavens and the earth, and came in the blink of an eye.

Nangong Fan's body moved, and the black dragon sword gently moved forward, allowing him to pass the blow.

As soon as he breathed a sigh of relief, those vertical holes changed their targets together, staring at Xiang Nangong Fan's figure leaping in the air.

The strange power came in an instant, entered the sea of knowledge, and restrained Nangong Fan's divine soul.

Nangong Fan's body stiffened in mid-air.

Half of the monster's body had fallen to the ground, and its legs, which were still flying in the air, kicked at Niu Tian, who had just closed his fist.

Niu Tianzong jumped up, retreated backwards, and easily got out of the way, but the fierce wind still blew his tied hair away, dancing like a group of demons under the strong wind. It may no longer be able to cause substantial harm.

The monster's thick arm suddenly changed, and it changed direction incredibly, and continued to wave towards Nangong Fan, who slipped from mid-air.

The black mist is shrouded, and the momentum is shocking.

Nangong Fan was still immersed in mysterious power and couldn't extricate himself.

Niu Tianzong had just retracted his fist, and he had been flashing his thighs to avoid the monster.

Someone had already exclaimed, as if they had seen the hand of this young and powerful fellow Death Monster.

When he found that Niu Tianzong and Nangong Fan started to move, Shen Yixuan also moved at the same time, and the big knife appeared in his hand, slashing three times in a row towards the void in front of him.

A knife is slower than a knife, and a knife is more powerful than a knife.

When the third knife fell, even if it didn't hit the ground, a long line appeared on the ice, and a crack appeared on it.

The sharp light under the first knife stagnated in the air, as if it was absorbing the energy around it, and it became more and more brilliant.

The second slash slashed hard at the first.

The third knife fell, and the three knives were combined, and the monstrous mangs slashed down with a violent knife momentum.

The heavens and the earth trembled, almost cutting through the distance of time and space, and instantly appeared on the giant hand wielded by the monster.

White lines appeared, and green blood instantly soaked the entire arm.

But this injury is tantamount to a needle to the monster's huge body, and it is no big deal.

Shen Yixuan's body drifted away with the wind in place, disappearing strangely, or he had already made a move, but it was too fast, leaving an afterimage in the same place.

His figure appeared next to his arm, and the great sword of the spirit weapon reached the wound that had been cut open.

Instead of injuring his ten fingers, it is better to cut off one of his arms.

Looking at the appearance of this monster, how can it leave a fatal wound on his body, because his huge size is harmless.

The wind blew forward with the monster's arm, and it took Shen Yixuan a lot of effort to stabilize his body when he walked along the wind, but no matter how he shook it, the big knife in his hand was still as steady as Mount Tai, this is the demeanor of a strong man who has experienced countless killings.

No matter what kind of situation you face, the sharp weapon in your hand must be stable, so that you can have a chance to turn the tables in adversity.

Shen Yixuan didn't choose to forcibly save Nangong Fan, and he kept unswervingly following his established order.

I don't know if he would have changed his mind if he knew that the only life he had said before his death was Nangong Fan.

At this rate of development, even if Shen Yixuan's knife successfully slashed the monster's giant hand, before that, the monster had swept Nangong Fan into meat sauce.

Except for Niu Tianzong, no one present could retreat under the sweep of this monster.

What's more, Nangong Fan was still in a state of being defenseless all over his body at this time, and there was absolutely no possibility of being spared.

All the vertical holes on the monster's body still maintained an open posture, staring at Nangong Fan without blinking, and the supernatural power kept impacting Nangong Fan's soul.

Let him be confused and unable to help himself.

The giant hand roared with the yin wind, and the wind flow driven by it had already slapped on Nangong Fan's body mercilessly.

The robe was torn in an instant, and a series of openings of different depths appeared, dripping blood.

The Heavenly Bull Emperor's eyes shrank suddenly, if something happened to Nangong Fan here, where would he go to find the Holy Ancestor of the entire race who was respected as a totem?

After knowing the true identity of the Holy Ancestor, he did not hold the very ridiculous idea at the beginning, but he was also more eager to see the Holy Lord.

That would be the ladder to the heavens for his entire race.

Even if something happens to him, Nangong Fan can't have an accident.

The two had already made a heavenly oath, and they were not afraid that one of them would not keep their promise. For this reason, he, the king, is willing to be a super thug who obeys Nangong Fan's orders for five full years.

Niu Tian moved, his body twisted into a bow in mid-air, and shot himself out at an extremely fast speed, catapulting towards Nangong Fan's front.

On the way, Niu Tianlong's horns shimmered, and his pupils gradually became bloody.

Two dazzling pillars of light rushed out first, stabbing towards the giant hand of the ghost.

"Quick, faster!"

Niu Tian was in a hurry, and the orc language came out of his mouth, and the brilliance appeared on his body, bombarding himself, just to get a little acceleration.

"Damn it!"

The blood in Niu Tian's pupils is becoming more and more conspicuous, is it too late?

Suddenly, a ray of blood stirred up.

Nangong Fan's body fell to the ground.

The black dragon sword slashed towards the empty void in front of him.

Walls of earth rose from the ground, and they happened to be on the path of the giant hand.

The wind blew on it, and dense cracks appeared, and huge hands swept in.

There was a loud roar.

The first earthen wall shattered and exploded in all directions, smashing many potholes on the earthen wall that had been erected behind it, making it crumbling.

The first and last earthen walls rose almost at the same time.

The black dragon sword in Nangong Fan's hand stabbed violently on the last earthen wall, a hole appeared, blood loomed, and the entire wall turned into nothingness.

And Nangong Fan also used this force to flicker and move backwards with great dexterity.

If someone stands in front of Nangong Fan at this time, they will find that his empty pupils do not have a bit of human color, indifference and coldness are intertwined, and demonic nature suddenly appears.

After all kinds of demons, Nangong Fan's divine soul finally figured out a few tricks to let himself take the initiative to enter the demons.

Several times I broke free under that supernatural power, and finally released all the demonic nature that was bound by me.

Nangong Fan licked his lips that were slightly bloodstained, his eyes flashed with madness, he knew that the earthen wall he made casually could not stop the bombardment of that giant hand.

It is still unknown whether Shen Yixuan can cut off the giant hand, but most of them are in vain. Niu Tianzong also has a long distance to come.

This crisis can only be overcome by his own ability.

Nangong Fan flew backwards, and his fingertips began to swell up at an extremely fast speed.

A cyan spark burst out in the middle of it, and even the skin that had reached perfection was easily torn apart by this spark.

Nangong Fan didn't have the time to close the skin membrane that he had subconsciously activated, and if he was injured, he would be injured.

At this point, Mars expands dramatically as soon as it comes into contact with the air.

The heat flow under the high temperature rose in front of Nangong Fan, and the whole person seemed to be in a haze.

With a flick of his fingers, sparks rose in the wind.

"Nanming Town Fire Technique".

Fire Lead!

Nangong Fan's most uncontrolled means of outbreak. If it weren't for the danger to his life this time, he would really be reluctant to use this trace of fire that he had finally condensed, this thing hurt himself before hurting others, and he couldn't tell the difference between friend and foe at all.

The earthen walls crumbled one after another, without forming a single obstacle, and it was useless to block the yin wind.

The dancing flames stared in.

Nangong Fan's face did not change in the slightest, he quickly retreated, and the fire led to rush forward.

Shen Yixuan really returned in vain, and now he is out of the body of the ghost and is organizing the next attack.

The moment the earthen wall shattered and the dust completely disappeared, he saw a strange arc split at the corner of Nangong Fan's mouth.

An inhuman voice rang out.

"Boom!"