Nangong Fan's eyes shrank, and it seemed that he had to make a quick decision.

Money can make ghosts grind, if you wake up the legend of the city lord's mansion, maybe there will be something you don't want to see.

In case this city lord's mansion has a lot of powerful magic weapons in stock, it will not be so easy to get hold of.

Nangong Fan hated trouble, and his movements became more and more rapid, jumping in the stairwell, but without making a sound, he quickly approached the suspected house.

Along the way, several patrolling people fell with one blow, and they never dragged mud and water.

"Who?" the man who was already in the haze was completely surprised.

Nangong Fan had also arrived at the door of the target house.

The black dragon sword danced, and the iron door broke in response.

Nangong Fan got in.

"Whew!"

A dagger slammed towards the door.

This city lord has woken up? All day long, the big fish and big meat have not lost their vigilance?

Nangong Fan's eyes fluctuated, and he admired it in his heart, and the black dragon sword went away with the flying dagger.

"Look for death!" someone shouted at the place where Nangong Fan came down.

The people patrolling the yard were all alarmed by this loud shout.

A bustling voice rang out, and he quickly approached here.

The flying dagger shattered, and Nangong Fan's speed was not hindered at all, and it seemed that he came to the side of the bed with just one step.

A hand jerked out.

The city lord was still struggling, but as soon as he threw out the flying dagger, Nangong Fan came to the bedside, and only had time to grab the person next to the pillow and throw it at Nangong Fan.

This is an extremely beautiful woman, with no clothes covering her body.

In a scream.

The black dragon sword in Nangong Fan's hand disappeared, and Wen Yu fell into his arms.

Nangong Fan's eyes did not fluctuate at all, and he muttered in a low voice, "Pink Skeleton!"

Without sparing the jade, he swung the woman directly away, causing her to slide to the ground.

Nangong Fan's right hand grabbed the neck of the city lord, and he used a slight force, making his eyes glare angrily, only the qi that came out but not the qi that entered.

It was as if all the strength in his body had gone all at once, and all his struggles had come to a standstill.

"Are you comfortable?" Nangong Fan showed a demonic smile on his face, slightly let go of his right hand, and kindly threw the bed cover to the woman's side.

I don't care about the noisy footsteps around me, what are the city lords afraid of those subordinates doing?

"Bang!"

The room was blasted open from all sides.

Expensive, fragrant wood bursts in all directions.

Nangong Fan still firmly imprisoned the middle-aged man at hand, and the young woman was trembling wrapped in the quilt, and her exposed fair skin swayed the eyes of many people who came cautiously around.

"You're surrounded!" a faint voice sounded, and a man in a dressing gown revealed his figure in the doorway.

This manly man is magnificent, with a hint of majesty on him.

Nangong Fan looked him up and down, and then looked at the middle-aged man who had reached the middle-level legend by himself.

Inexplicably, I feel like I've caught the wrong person.

"Are you the city lord?" Nangong Fan grinned.

"I am. The man in the nightgown nodded, his eyes a little strange, and he put his hands behind his back, "How much do you need?"

Nangong Fan was slightly stunned, what is more or less? Big brother, what are you going to do?

Nangong Fan's small heart was full of big question marks.

"How many spirit stones do you need to let go of Brother Mu, just say it!" the man in the nightgown waved his hand to stop his men who were about to move.

Although this Mu Lianfeng was brought by him with a spirit stone cage, even if he didn't care much about his life, he still had to do enough in front of all his subordinates.

Nangong Fan saw this seemingly indifferent man in a nightgown from this direction, and a faint murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

It's no wonder that his acting skills are clumsy, it's really Nangong Fan who is too keen, and he can even feel the faint killing intent on him.

Also, Nangong Fan was clearly coming for him, how could this high-ranking city lord not want to tear him apart?

"I didn't expect to make a fuss!" Nangong Fan let go of his hand and smiled calmly, "I want the spirit stone, I'm afraid you won't be able to take it out." ”

"Arrogance!"

Before the city lord's voice fell, there was a buzzing sound.

The surrounding subordinates raised their arms, revealing bows and crossbows that shimmered with cold light, and crossbow arrows came in volleys.

Mu Lianfeng, who had just gotten rid of Nangong Fan's hands, also punched him.

Even the woman who seemed to be quite charming rushed up from the ground, ignoring the leakage of spring light, and slapped her.

This woman is also a legend.

Nangong Fan didn't move his brows, and all the crossbow arrows that came from him fell violently as they approached him.

A green lotus is born on the ground.

Field open!

The two legends of a man and a woman were directly bounced back and forth by a huge force, and two blood flowers loomed.

That's a big gap!

Unless the city lord comes up with a magic weapon that can threaten the consummation, Nangong Fan is an invincible existence here.

Nangong Fan stepped out leisurely, "Do you stretch your neck over yourself, or will I come to the door to pick it up myself?"

The city lord's face changed, how could this little guy who couldn't even recognize who the city lord was so strong?

took out a round ball in his hand, and before he could crush it, a ray of blood appeared from the bottom of his eye.

Hurry, too fast!

More than his eyes could do, and even more so than he could react!

The wind gradually subsided, and Nangong Fan's sword stopped above the city lord's neck. Draw a conspicuous trail of blood.

The city lord's face was extremely ugly, how could he, who was pampered, have been treated like this?

"Don't hurt my father!"

A crisp sound like the chirping of a yellow bird sounded from outside the encirclement.

Nangong Fan's eyes moved slightly, and he crossed the body of the city lord, it was a woman he had seen a ray of spring light.

With sadness in his eyes, the well-fitting nightdress was worn on his body, revealing his jade-like skin.

Under the lights, you can find that this is an extremely moving woman.

"Who are you?" the woman rushed down the stairs, her chest still heaving slightly.

Nangong Fan ignored her meaning, didn't even linger on her for a second longer, his lips opened slightly, and he whispered softly in a voice that only he could hear, "Pink Skeleton!"

Alas, who calls himself a hot-blooded young man who knows the taste of meat!

Only by using this tried and tested spiritual hypnosis method has failed.

The long sword was pressed against the city lord's throat, making him unable to move, and it was difficult for him to even speak.

Naturally, his subordinates did not dare to act rashly.

Only this should be the eldest lady's person, her face was full of anxiety, and on that flower-like face, she looked a little more charming, "This hero, I am a member of Zhongtian Sect, what help do you need?" Tell me, what I can help will definitely help you, please don't hurt my father." ”

"Zhongtian Sect?" Nangong Fan had a strange expression.

"Yes. Recently, there has been chaos in Middle-earth, and I want to go home to take a look, I am still a disciple, and my master is also on the way here. The eldest lady's voice fell, and she seemed to feel that her words had a threatening taste, and she pouted, "I promise that I don't mean to threaten you, no one in the entire City Lord's Mansion and Zhongtian Sect will come to trouble you, tell me what you need, okay?"

Nangong Fan took a step forward, pointed a little with his left hand, and the spiritual power containing the aura of Dao Fire pierced the city lord's skin and implanted it in his body. Putting away his sword and standing, "I also have a relationship with Zhongtian Sect, I just came to seek your father's help." ”

The city lord's face was ugly, he wiped the blood marks on his neck, felt the breath that stood still in the meridians, and did not dare to act rashly. At this time, he also knew that the guy in front of him, who looked smaller than his daughter, was not something he could afford to mess with. Quite aggrieved, he said, "How can you ask for help like this?"

Nangong Fan's eyes moved to his handsome face, and the city lord couldn't say the rest of the words. Thumbs up and smiled, "The master's practice, the master's practice!"

"Dad!" The eldest lady frowned slightly, but she also knew that her father was so low, so she no longer dissuaded, she was heroic and raised her head, "What do you need my family to help you?"

"I want to make ......" Before Nangong Fan's words fell, a thunderbolt exploded from outside the encirclement.

"Who is the demon doing here!"

Nangong Fan's body moved slightly, and a purple light fell into the air.

Nangong Fan Lisuo turned around, as if dancing in place.

A white-robed figure appeared in the sky, holding a peachwood sword in his right hand and a flower-like figure in his left hand.

Don't you want money for the consummation of the strong?

Nangong Fan was angry.

A saddle ghost city has a perfect powerhouse?

After a little pondering, I understood which lady's master this was.

"Don't mess with the breath I left behind, I don't care if something happens. Nangong Fan's voice fell, and he rose to the sky, laughing loudly, "Can't you Zhongtianzong buy other clothes except for white clothes?"

"Demon, so bold, knowing that my Zhongtian Sect is here, still don't you retreat?" The white hair fluttered, his left hand flicked on the peachwood sword, and another purple thunder exploded, slashing through the sky and rushing towards Nangong Fan.

This old guy took a different path from Wang Zai.

Nangong Fan did not evade it, and slashed down with a sword.

Qinglian is born, blood is appearing, and purple thunder falls!

"What the hell, right?" the old guy exclaimed, his thunder technique, even the peak powerhouse had to be in a hurry, and it was wiped out like this?

Nangong Fan's body trembled slightly, and the blue-gold skin membrane appeared, and he felt better.

"What's the matter, don't say hello?" Nangong Fan's eyes flashed, and he rushed directly towards the old man.

"Am I Yu Wenzao outdated?How can I have such a young consummation?" the old man's peachwood sword slashed, no longer showing off his purple thunder technique, which had not yet been completed.

"Hey, that's Ben Shao's talent is too amazing!" Nangong Fan muttered, not slow to start at all.

It's not that he has a temper, he wants to get back to the field, it's really itchy hands!

The wooden sword and the black dragon sword collided frequently, and Nangong Fan's brute force made Yu Wenzao keep retreating.

"Good boy, so strong. Look at the move!" Yu Wenzao's old face flushed, although he knew that he was not at a disadvantage, he looked like he was being pressed and beaten by Nangong Fan.

Being stared at by a baby apprentice like this, it's really hard to get over face!

"Thunder shines!"

The peachwood sword flashed with purple light, and a faint thunder sounded in the sky.

Purple rays descended from the sky, as if to destroy all evil in the world.

"Good coming!" Nangong Fan shouted, his heart full of blood. The evil sword trembled slightly in his hand, it was not fear, but he wanted to conquer Tianque.

Forging from the corpse of a black dragon, it shimmered red, as if it was about to devour everything.

The realm is fully unfolded, and the sword aura is rampant.

The speed of the peachwood sword falling was extremely slow, and I was afraid that even a child would not be able to hit it.

can agitate, crush all sword qi, and steadily smooth everything around the body.

This is a move that is not weaker than the evil in the slightest!

Thunder is also the biggest nemesis of all evil things, it seems that Zhongtian Sect has studied this aspect quite deeply, and all moves have the feeling of punishing evil and defending the way.

It is worthy of being a famous and decent family that has been passed down for thousands of years.

From the root, it is a little purer than the sword sect.

Qinglian collided with Purple Thunder.

The realm shattered in an instant, and everything was reduced to nothingness.

Even if the realm that the Soul Heaven had taken a lot of effort to break was gone, the energy on the peachwood sword also disappeared.

Evenly divided!

"Good boy!" Yu Wenzao put away his sword and stood, his face not red or panting.

He also made a move to save his precious apprentice, and if he continued to fight, he would be killed by life, and when he didn't figure out the origin of Nangong Fan, he didn't want to do this.

"Kid Kurosawa, I've seen Sect Master Yu!" Nangong Fan clenched his fists.

"Kurosawa, where do you think you've heard of it?"