The night slowly descended on the earth, and the entire Panlong Mountain fell silent all of a sudden, with no birds and no cicadas.

It seems that the whole Panlong Mountain day and night are two worlds, one heaven and one hell.

Nangong Fan stopped moving forward in a slightly empty boundary around the corner.

It's not that he wants to stop there, he feels very excited when he thinks of going to the rivers and lakes, and he can't wait to fly to the end city all of a sudden, and then worship the sword sect, and then come out to do chivalrous deeds.

What? My current strength is to deliver food? It doesn't exist.

It's just that he wants to think about it, the Fan Ma under him can't bear his dream, and he has been running for almost a day and a night, if it weren't for Nangong Fan feeding it with spirit grass from time to time, it would have been tired and lay down. Now he is even more tempted by the spirit grass and no longer speaks.

It arrogantly knocked away the spirit grass sent into its mouth, and its eyes involuntarily fell on this spirit grass, and it was difficult to look away with tears.

I won't do this loss-making business anymore, I won't run away, I won't eat it! Although I know that eating it has unimaginable benefits, I really can't afford it.

Nangong Fan is also estimated to be the first person on earth to feed Fan Ma with spirit grass.

Such a temptation can't cheer up Fanma, Nangong Fan is helpless, as for leaving the horse and rushing to the end city by himself, he can't even think about it, with his current foot strength, just talking about the straight-line distance, not to mention the time to replenish qi and rest will be at least three months, plus the rest time will be a year.

Nangong Fan slapped the head of Fan Ma, who stretched out his mouth and collapsed to the ground weakly, stretched his waist, took out the flint, and slowly raised the fire, his handsome face was more frivolous under the firelight, "It seems that I am going to sleep in Panlong Mountain for a night, I don't know if there will be a little thief with long eyes who will come to the door to abuse me?"

Nangong Fan has excellent confidence in the general in the army, if he is determined to sweep Panlong Mountain, the bandit leader will not be able to escape, in the past, he let Panlong Mountain rob the house, but he doesn't want to move this place, and there will be new bandits entrenched in the short time, and the pay is not proportional to the gain, it is better to raise the bandits, and sweep from time to time There are some unexpected gains. And now, in order to clear the way for him, he vaguely felt that they would do this with all their hearts, but they would also leave some little thieves behind, who would not let him clean all the way, but would not leave him too deadly threats.

Now that the soul has returned, the spiritual sense has opened, and it is much more sensitive than before, and when she left the black house, she sensed that the black feather was seeing her leave, but she couldn't bear to turn back.

Even when he had just left the black house, he felt a terrifying aura of spiritual consciousness pass around him. The strength of that aura was comparable to that of the four people who fought on the day the secret realm opened.

Nangong Fan's eyes flashed, and he thought silently in his heart, yes, he couldn't cultivate in the past, and naturally the older generation of black family powerhouses would not put their minds on him. Easily defeated Heijiao that day, the older generation of strong people will naturally take him to heart, he can be described as the only seedling of the Hei family, he seems to have no status in the Hei family, but in fact, the degree of attention is much stronger than the three musketeers in the family.

It's just that the strong man who follows will definitely not show himself easily, and even with the cruelty of the black family who has always been in charge of military power, he may not come out if he lacks arms and legs, anyway, as long as he doesn't die on the spot, it's a big deal to cure this lone seedling at a cost.

Of course, the strong man probably didn't think that his traces would be discovered by Nangong Fan, even if he didn't hide his figure, but the gap in rank was here. If this matter is exposed, it will not cause a surprise from the people of the black family, but a fright.

Someone might even want to open his head to see what's in his head. Even a beginner in spiritual cultivation would not be so sharp.

There are five families in Longcheng, the Qing family is mysterious, and the two families of Ao Hei are really the same echelon of giants, and the two Jinhuo families may not be able to compete with one of them. The Hei family's heritage is naturally extremely deep, and there is an ancestor who has been inherited by the second demon gate in the world, even if he can only leave a scale claw, it is enough for the Nether Black family to study for an unknown amount of time.

Now these things naturally don't need Nangong Fan to think about, even if Nangong Fan didn't walk all the way, but he was a little tired from sitting on horseback all day, he hummed a few words of Longcheng's native song, leaned against the horse that was paralyzed on the ground, and slowly closed his eyes.

It was just a moment of effort, Nangong Fan, who was lazily leaning on the horse, moved his ears slightly, and now his physical fitness is not much stronger than his spiritual power, which also brings his hearing and smell to be much sharper.

Nangong Fan couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly, looked at the way he came, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and muttered to himself, "I didn't expect that there are still people who are not afraid of a lot of courage, even if they go to Panlong Mountain, they dare to rush in the middle of the night, aren't they afraid of the bandits?"

The children of the Dark Alliance, who were sitting on top of the Dark Tiger, naturally did not know their whereabouts and had been exposed. I vaguely saw a little fire in the corner in front of me, and the person in front couldn't help but gently pat the hideous head of the dark tiger.

The Dark Tiger silently stopped galloping, and the entire demon body was full of black light, and the group seemed to melt into the night, and it was difficult to detect their presence even if they were around.

Nangong Fan frowned slightly, and slowly got up, "Why haven't you passed me here yet, is there something wrong with your perception? The things that can make your spiritual sense go wrong are earth-shattering existences, and there shouldn't be anything here." That is, the comer is not good?"

Nangong Fan stood upright, a blue light flashed in his pupils, and in a moment of thought, pieces of dragon scales appeared on the surface of his body, and the anti-scale battle armor had been warm in the dantian for a long time, and he finally had a chance to see the light of day again.

The black dragon sword in the palm of the palm appeared, more mellow than at the beginning, flashing in the firelight, one person and one sword, revealing a fierce breath, the last time he killed people in anger, if it was not a life-and-death fight, most of the people who came now are the remnants of the thieves of Panlong Mountain, and they are all fierce characters who lick blood on the tip of the knife, Nangong Fan naturally has to be vigilant.

The blood demon sat on Nangong Fan's shoulder, his little hand gently patted his head, and he was no longer able to complain, "What kind of bullshit experience, the enemy doesn't know that you have found it, should you be yin? It's just that he didn't say anything, just watched the battle silently.

"Who is coming?" Nangong Fan shouted loudly, the black dragon sword trembled slightly, flashing with cold light, and pointed straight ahead.

The slight wind slowly stirred the silent Panlong Mountain, the branches swayed, with a crisp sound, sometimes there were leaves fluttering in the wind, Nangong Fan's hearty voice echoed in the woods, gradually spread away, in addition, there was no other sound, the cicadas and birds during the day had long disappeared.

The night is silent, and the night in Panlong Mountain is even more deserted than in other places.

No one responded to Nangong Fan, as if everything was just Nangong Fan's fantasy.

Nangong Fan frowned, did he really feel wrong?

Nangong Fan battled wits and courage with the air for a long time, and sighed softly, maybe he really felt wrong, right?

The tense body gradually relaxed, and the sharp black dragon sword turned into a streamer of light and disappeared in his hand.

Nangong Fan patted the crumpled robe that had just been wrinkled when he was sitting on the ground and closing his eyes and resting, and slowly sat down on the ground.

"Buzz". A crisp sound came from in front of Nangong Fan.

Nangong Fan suddenly remembered in his mind the arrow when the bandits of Linglong Mountain entered the city at the city gate, his face changed suddenly, and he rolled backwards.

A wisp of green rainbow shot straight from the towering trees fifty meters away, and the green rainbow trembled, and the murderous opportunity emerged.

An arrow comes from the east, such as a long rainbow, like a meteor. With cyan spiritual power, with boundless slaughter.

With an arrow, the horse's head burst and blood scattered.

As far as Nangong Fan's eyes could see, ten figures flew by.

Each of them was dressed in black tights, holding sharp blades and wearing black scarves, completely covering their heads, only their cruel eyes were exposed, like ten giant wolves pounced on their prey, ruthless and cautious.

Nangong Fan rolled, let the weapon come from the chop, the weapon and the ground made a crisp collision sound, a blow did not work, immediately struck, dragged up a long mark on the ground, flashing with various colors of light, and some people struck at both sides, ten people are like a whole, and the discipline is a few points stronger than the internal guards of Dragon City.

The dragon scales on one side of Nangong Fan's body appeared, and they connected with one of the weapons, making a piercing collision sound. The man felt as if he was slashing on a boulder, his hands trembling slightly, and his weapon was about to fall off.

Nangong Fan endured the discomfort in his throat, rolled into the scope of his weapon, the spiritual power between his legs flickered, and the speed couldn't help but be a little faster, and he quickly crashed into his lower plate, and his spiritual consciousness then expanded regardless of consumption, and all kinds of things around his body seemed to slow down countless times, which appeared in his mind.

Nangong Fan avoided the sharp blade that came from his body, as if he was a lover who had been separated from the first person for a long time, and knocked that person to the ground. Regardless of whether the posture is good or not, a roll, but the hand is violently exerted, holding the person in his arms firmly.

The man only felt an incomparable force coming from both sides, this was a force greater than the last time he killed the blind bear who almost entered the body, the spiritual power wanted to surge, but the bones did not obey the squeak, and the indescribable pain spread from the limbs.

After all, spiritual power relies on its own strength, and the condition of his body makes spiritual power have no outlet for catharsis, just like a headless fly in his body, and with his current strength, he can't do spiritual power catharsis at will.

Thick blood flowed from between his mouth and nose, and his vision couldn't help but blur a little.

He wanted to struggle but couldn't.

Nangong Fan shouted loudly and raised the person in his hand directly in front of him.

The anti-scale battle armor can resist all the attacks that come, but the shock in it will still make him hurt, and so many attacks will make him faint directly, how can a human shield be comfortable?

Use that man as a shield to ward off the pursuit of others.

The sound of the blade piercing into the flesh was clearly audible, and in the blink of an eye, the "human shield" screamed in pain, and there were nine finger-wide openings on his body, and blood flowed outward.

When the nine people were slightly stunned, Nangong Fan took advantage of the situation to get up, the black dragon sword appeared, holding the sword in his right hand, and wiping the trace of blood between his mouth with his left hand, his face was full of murderous intent.

He finally got up and got out of the bad situation.

Now, it's time for him to fight back!