At this moment, Xiao Fan had not left, and a huge momentum suddenly appeared in the sky above Xiao Fan.

Under the traction of this huge qi engine, Xiao Fan is like a flat boat in the sea, drifting with the waves.

Nalan had no way, and at the moment when Xiao Fan was about to escape, he finally made a move.

If you don't make a move, you will take it, and if you make a shot, you will be shocked.

Xiao Fan couldn't avoid it, and fought hard with Nalan Wudao, the simple and unpretentious moves, but with the artistic conception of returning to the basics, Xiao Fan's figure flew out upside down.

But it was encircled again, Xiao Fan used this strength, his toes just landed, and with a soft shout, a cold blade, tore the sky.

A few muffled snorts sounded, and with one blow, five people were severely injured.

And Xiao Fan's body also left several wounds, dripping with blood.

Today, there is Nalan and no way, and I want to leave, but I can't.

Xiao Fan smiled coldly, and the Dao in his hand was slowly raised, pointing at Nalan Wudao.

Nalan stood with his hands in his hands, his wild and handsome face, with a touch of solemnity, looking at Xiao Fan.

The younger generation, who dared to provoke him and had the courage to fight with him, was the only one in Nuoda Huaxia.

Most of the people who dared to provoke him had already been sent to the Nine Heavens Hell by him.

In the eyes of many, he is God.

But this man has the power to move God.

In the past twenty years, no one has competed with him, and Xiao Fan has succeeded the first person in the past twenty years who dares to fight with Nalan Wudao.

He is also the only person who makes Nalan Wudao so dignified and truly attentive.

"Fight," Xiao Fan roared angrily, and the gorgeous and incomparable blade bloomed in his hand.

At this time, there was a piano sound.

Jin Ge Iron Horse, a sound of killing.

But it made Xiao Fan's blood boil a little again, and in the face of Nalan Wudao, Xiao Fan's fighting spirit soared to the sky.

Nalan Wudao glanced at the courtyard in a strange way, a woman, the last **, as if she was not a human figure, her fingers caressed the strings, and the loud sound of the piano flew out under the slender fingers.

Covered by a white veil, it is difficult to see the face.

"Nalan has no way, if something happens to him today, even if you are the first person in the world, I will kill you." The murderous intent in the woman's eyes surged.

The speed at which the fingers pluck the strings is getting faster and faster.

And Xiao Fan, at this moment, only has the will to fight in his heart, and nothing else.

When the sound of the piano reached *, the two finally fought with everyone.

Xiao Fan's momentum is like a rainbow, and Nalan's unprincipled moves are simple, opening and closing.

Unexpectedly, the two were not compatible.

Xiao Fan is getting bigger and faster, but Nalan Wudao's face is getting thicker and heavier, but his eyes are getting brighter and brighter, and he also wants to know where Xiao Fan's bottom line is.

A war, a hearty war.

Two muffled grunts sounded at the same time.

Xiao Fan's figure flew out upside down and fell heavily to the ground, behind him, the two of them, taking advantage of the situation to sneak attack, Xiao Fan's sharp knife swung out, the two people who sneaked up, and the corpses were immediately separated, Xiao Fan half knelt on the ground, coughed lightly, and blood was dripping in his mouth.

Nalan Wudao landed not far away, his right hand trembled slightly, and a line of blood slowly dripped down his right hand.

Nalan Wudao was injured, which was almost unexpected by everyone, this man really has the ability to move God?

Looking at this scene, Nalan Wudao glanced at Murong Jun angrily.

Murong Jun, who originally wanted to besiege Xiao Fan, dispelled this idea at this moment.

The character of some peak masters is unfathomable, such as the current Nalan Wudao.

Xiao Fan wiped a handful of blood from the corner of his mouth indiscriminately, looked at Nalan Wudao, and showed a hideous smile.

"Fight again." Xiao Fan snorted lightly.

The soles of his feet stomped on the ground, his figure was like electricity, and the sword light was as gorgeous as a waterfall, tearing apart the night sky.

Nalan Wudao snorted coldly, and a simple long sword appeared in his hand.

After twenty years, there are once again people who can use a sword.

And this man has not yet stood up.

This strength is really terrifying.

The moment Nalan Wudao took out his sword, his momentum had changed, and only the quaint long sword was left in his eyes.

A mysterious trajectory seems to be slow, but it is as fast as the extreme.

Sword Qi Lingyun.

A sword fell into the city, tearing apart Xiao Fan's gorgeous and incomparable knife curtain.

"Three swords in the nose." Xiao Fan snorted lightly, and the look in his eyes could no longer see joy and sorrow.

It's like hell coming to the world, and in Xiao Fan's body, he can't read any breath that belongs to human beings.

A sword, a sword, blooming brilliantly in the air.

Xiao Fan's figure flew out upside down again, and a mouthful of blood had already spurted out in the air.

This time, Xiao Fan fell straight to the ground.

On the other hand, Nalan Wudao, his eyes are still sad and joyless, but judging from the undulating chest, Nalan Wudao is not easy.

"Come again," Xiao Fan snorted softly, and the knife was faster.

It's still the same knife that seems to come from hell.

"Good knife technique," Nalan Wudao praised softly.

It's still that sword, the unparalleled sword energy, the unparalleled sword move.

The swords collided, and Xiao Fan spurted out a mouthful of blood again, but in his eyes, he was full of fighting intent.

Nalan Wudao, on the other hand, took another step back, and a trace of blood had already appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Nalan had no way and was injured.

At this moment, the world really saw the strength of this man, and even some people had such a thought in their hearts, if Xiao Fan hadn't fought with a guy at the level of the six heavenly lists before, the outcome might not be known.

"You should have another knife in this knife technique, right? Again. Nalan Wudao looked at Xiao Fan and said.

Xiao Fan nodded lightly, but his eyes no longer had any color.

Nalan Wudao looked at Xiao Fan with a solemn expression, in this knife, he felt a powerful threat.

"Slow," a soft shout came.

A woman hurried over, and when she saw Xiao Fan covered in blood, she burst into tears for the first time.

Nalan Yanyue, followed by Nalan Yijian, is naturally Nalan Yijian.

Facing Nalan's questioning gaze, Nalan smiled helplessly.

"This eldest lady is coming, can I stop it?" Nalan shrugged with a sword.

"Yanyue?" Xiao Fan looked at Nalan Yanyue and said softly.

"Get out of the way." Xiao Fan grinned at Nalan Yanyue and smiled.

Nalan Yanyue glared at Xiao Fan angrily, but walked to Nalan Wudao's side and shouted in a coquettish voice, "Dad," she said, shaking Nalan Wudao's arm.

Nalan Wudao frowned and smiled helplessly.

touched Nalan Yanyue's little head, revealing a kind smile.

Immediately, he sighed lightly, "Okay, let's stop here for today." ”

Immediately, he looked at Xiao Fan, "That knife, leave it for the future." Nalan Wudao said.

"Okay, on another day, Xiao Fan will definitely come to visit." Xiao Fan looked at Nalan Wudao and grinned.

The words fell, put away the knife and left.

At this time, the sound of the piano also came to an abrupt end.

Nalan Wudao glanced at the top strangely, "What is his relationship with the Xuanyuan Clan?" Nalan Wudao had a dark elbow in his heart.