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Han Yuanzheng is an elephant-level monk, even if he is seriously injured, it is still not comparable to Feng Yuanzhou, his palm is like a shock, the air hisses, and the terrifying palm power rushes like thunder and falls directly on the top of Nie Fan's head!

If this palm slapped on the top of Nie Fan's head, it would definitely make him a pile of meat puree!

At this time, at the last moment, Nie Fan seemed to be aware of it, suddenly opened his eyes, his palm lightning slapped the ground, and his figure suddenly retreated.

Han Yuanzheng was bound to miss the blow, but he was missing one hand, and secondly, he couldn't control his habitual surname at all with all his strength, and his body was still the same as just now, and his palm slapped directly to the ground.

Nie Fan's eyes were cold, his heart moved slightly, and the immortal sword in the sky immediately flew down and fell into his palm. Nie Fan swept his sword and directly cut off most of Han Yuanzheng's arm!

"Ahh

Han Yuanzheng roared and screamed, his feet were left behind, and he retreated suddenly.

Nie Fan had a murderous intent on his body, his expression was cold, he was holding the fairy sword, his body suddenly moved forward, the sword was impenetrable, and he slashed towards Han Yuanzheng.

Han Yuanzheng lost his other arm, his face was full of anger, seeing Nie Fan killing with a sword, his face was even more gloomy as ink, and he shouted at Nie Fan in a cold voice: "Junior, you have already refined the fairy sword, why are you still entangled!" ”

Nie Fan looked at his bleeding arm, knowing that he was already at the end of the crossbow, his eyes were cold, and the sword in his hand became faster and faster, and the sword and sword were all for Han Yuanzheng's surname.

"Junior," Han Yuanzheng was seriously injured, and now that he has lost his arms, it can be said that he has no backhand power at all, but he still said sharply with a face full of anger and hatred: "If you are aggressive, I can't say that the old man will use the last resort to die with you!" ”

"You don't have this chance!" Nie Fan's eyes suddenly flashed with murderous intent, and he forcibly urged the Seven Kills Sword Technique, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Han Yuanzheng.

Without waiting for Han Yuanzheng to react, the fairy sword immediately shot out the Dao sword shadow, the sword shadow was wide and dense, sealing all the dodge positions of Han Yuanzheng, and it was extremely fast as lightning and rushed straight towards Han Yuanzheng!

"Little ......" didn't wait for Han Yuanzheng to shout angrily, and one after another sword shadows suddenly pierced Han Yuanzheng's body.

Han Yuanzheng's voice stopped abruptly, as if someone had made a method of immobilization, standing there motionless, and not long after, six or seven blood holes appeared on his body, his eyes widened, his eyes were full of anger and disbelief, and then he fell to the ground with a bang!

The tall monster saw that Nie Fan had killed Han Yuanzheng with one move, his blood-red eyes changed slightly, and he looked at Nie Fan faintly with vigilance.

Liu Tielong and Yang Zhi sat cross-legged on the ground, their hearts jumped suddenly, they frowned tightly, and looked at Nie Fan with a cold and defensive face, for fear that he would burst out and kill people.

Feng Yuanzhou on the other side had already wiped off the corners of his mouth, but his face was very pale, his eyes were in a strong panic, and he was also staring at Nie Fan with flickering eyes.

Nie Fan's divine sense enveloped the entire secret room, and he could see everyone's every move clearly, especially the tall monster, the vigilance in his eyes could not escape him at all.

Nie Fan didn't look at him, the immortal sword in his hand waved, and a sword qi shot straight at Feng Yuanzhou.

Poof

Fierce as lightning, the terrifying sword qi instantly pierced Feng Yuanzhou's heart.

Feng Yuanzhou's body straightened, his eyes stared at Nie Fan stunned, his eyes were full of anger, and he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, and soon, he slowly fell down, revealing the cylindrical strange iron behind him.

Nie Fan walked over, picked it up, and looked through his divine sense, and his heart was shocked.

This is a strange secret weapon, which is full of poisonous needles made of fine iron, once activated, it will be scattered out like rain all around, and no one is spared more than ten meters around this thing!

Nie Fan once again made up his mind in his heart to improve his cultivation as soon as possible, he didn't look at Feng Yuanzhou, and turned his head to the tall monster: "I accepted this sword, and if I can find a way back in the future, I will definitely inform you." ”

The tall monster no longer regarded Nie Fan as weaker than him, or even similar to him, but thought that he was a 'senior', and said in a deep voice: "Okay." ”

Nie Fan put the fairy sword upside down behind his back, nodded at the tall monster, turned around and walked out.

The tall monster watched Nie Fan leave, and it wasn't until he felt that Nie Fan was completely out of the passage, and then he whispered to himself with a blood-red light flashing in his eyes, "He's really from the cultivation realm...... I've been tired of roaming the earth for hundreds of years, and if I can really cultivate the True Realm, it won't be in vain that I use the fairy sword to make friends with him......"

Nie Fan didn't care about the two of them, the way of cultivation has always been the law of the jungle, and compassion is that drugs will kill people.

He rushed out of the black brick passage and landed on the top of the Heavenly Palace, looking at the silver in front of him, the sword was sharp, and the rich killing aura was implicit, and his heart was very excited, he didn't expect to let him encounter such a sword on the earth!

Nie Fan raised his sword and looked at the moon in the sky that had gradually faded, his heart was excited, and he said arrogantly, "You are my natal main sword, and I practice the Seven Killing Sword Technique, then I will name you the Seven Killing Sword, and in the future, I will fight with me and slaughter the entire Fang family to avenge my deep revenge!" ”

As soon as Nie Fan finished speaking, the immortal sword in his hand buzzed and trembled, as if he was excited to be born and kill as much as he wanted.

Seeing this, Nie Fan showed a smile on his face, took out a piece of cloth and wrapped it and put it behind his back.

He hadn't cultivated to the third level of Qi cultivation, and there was no way to put the sword into his body. And the storage ring is too rough to accommodate this Seven Kills Sword at all.

rumble

The stone pillars in the Heavenly Hall moved slowly, covering the original black hole. The few people inside would all become the blood food of the tall monster.

Nie Fan had no extra sympathy, and stood on the roof with the Seven Killing Sword on his back, his expression groaning.

Now we know that there are two directions to the destination, one is the small mid-mountain of the capital, and the other is the lotus view of Kunlun Mountain. The ancient martial arts masters of the small mid-mountain are like clouds, and it is difficult to enter with his current cultivation.

"Kunlun Mountain, Lotus View?" Nie Fan's eyes moved slightly, and he muttered to himself thoughtfully. After a long time, his expression was certain, and he said: "It's okay, Kunlun Mountain is the ancestor of all mountains, maybe you can find some elixir to improve your cultivation." ”

After Nie Fan finished speaking, his body moved, jumped down from the Heavenly Palace, and walked outside. He still has one more thing to do: to meet Zhao Jingxuan.

"Why hasn't the third uncle come back yet?" Yang Zhi in the small courtyard of the farmhouse fidgeted, his brows furrowed. Although he was confident in his uncle's ability, he didn't know why, but he couldn't settle down in his heart.

He couldn't find anyone to go in and explore, so he could only walk around the courtyard, but he became more and more uneasy.

Similar to him is Liu Hao's younger brother, Liu Zheng, who is in a room at the moment, his face is also cloudy, his expression is uneasy, and he has no news at all for a night, this is not his uncle's style.

"Team Yu, that's the Secret Service?" In the carport in the carport, a half-old man with deep white hair on both sides of his head stretched out his head to look at the three people on the roof of the building not far away and asked.

Yu Manhuan also tilted her head to look at the three of them, who were fiddling with some instruments, closely monitoring every move of the Heavenly Palace. She looked lazy and said, "Maybe." ”

"Maybe?" The half-old man turned his head to look at Yu Manhuan, and couldn't help but laugh when he looked at his expression.

Yu Manhuan tilted her head and laughed too.

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