Nangong breathed a sigh of relief leisurely, looking at Nangong Fan's ugly complexion, and felt indescribably relieved in his heart. It's like a person who has lost his way in the desert has found a water source, and Nangong Youran only feels like a fairy.

Although the Nangong family has decided to hold a wedding, even if Xiang Guiwei is the son of heaven, there is no way to stop it. But Nangong Youran's heart was so refreshed! Even the blood flowing in his body became hot.

People are in good spirits when they are happy. His bloodline is showing signs of awakening. The people who awakened the bloodline during his time period were all Tianjiao who the family focused on cultivating.

Nangong leisurely couldn't help but glance at Nangong Fan with disdain, and then looked at Lin Zhiyan who was looking at him affectionately, and the turmoil in his heart for the past few days finally calmed down. It seems that this "North Darkness Like Smoke" is really his own lucky star, and he still wants to put her into the cold palace after seizing the essence of the astral body, but now it seems that he has to give up.

For this reason, Nangong leisurely sighed in his heart that he was really an outstanding young man in the new era with clear grievances.

Nangong Fan watched Lin Zhiyan move her steps, the stars flowing, like a fairy. She walked up to Nangong Youran step by step and gently grabbed his arm. The voice was soft, as if it was afraid of disturbing something.

"This knight has recognized the wrong person. If you are here to attend the little girl's wedding, the little girl will thank you here. But please don't be unreasonable and delay me and leisurely good days. ”

Nangong Fan's body trembled slightly, had he been making himself amorous all along? But the dead silence in that tone could not be hidden, as if there was only a beautiful body left, his heart had stopped beating, and the sea of souls had dried up.

The corners of Nangong Fan's mouth were dry, and his face was crazy.

"I don't believe it!"

In order to be able to face the Nangong family with confidence, how much blood and sweat did he shed?

Breaking through the Tiangu Road, how many times have I lost arms and legs, not because I have a faith, I have already fallen on the way. slaughtered Chen Qihui, speaking of ease, if it weren't for his achievements, the internal guards would have already beheaded him under the horse. In the end, in exchange for a sentence of "don't know"?

Nangong Fan's whole body was boiling, and he was only one step away from breaking through to the legendary flesh and bursting out with golden light.

The spiritual power was agitated, the laws danced wildly, the clouds sank, the ice and fire were combined, the wind was whistling, dancing around like sharp blades, and the leaves on both sides of the road were cut and danced with the wind flow.

"I don't believe it!" Nangong Fan roared angrily again, as if questioning Cangtian.

The silent black seal in the sea of knowledge bloomed with demonic brilliance, spreading all over the sea of knowledge, affecting the entire soul.

On the body, dense black lines emerged, making Nangong Fan's entire body shrouded in a faint black light. Everything was hazy, like a demon crawling out of hell.

The awe-inspiring murderous burst of light, blending with the ghostly light, filled the audience. Some people with low strength felt a chill rise from their heels. It's no different to be targeted by a ferocious beast.

"I don't believe it!"

The ring's light flickered, and they appeared like puppets. The battle battle has risen, and the holy light has dyed the clouds that rise and fall on the ground gold, and the ghostly light reflects each other, and the violent energy fills the whole field.

"You're lying to me, aren't you?"

Nangong Fan stared at Lin Zhiyan tightly, his voice trembled a little, but his face was distorted, as if he was laughing or crying, the lines on his face were wrinkled, and the momentum on his body was boiling.

Without waiting for Lin Zhiyan to reply, Nangong Fan moved. Chen Ming's twelve people moved with Nangong Fan like puppets.

Even if Nangong Fan looks a little crazy now, they are willing to accompany Nangong Fan to go crazy together. This is their only relative in the nether realm, and they are willing to protect him with their lives.

Nangong Fan was wrapped in the battle array, and the ghostly light and holy light reflected each other, like a god for a while, and like a demon for a while, and went straight to the direction where Lin Zhiyan was.

Moving forward happened to be on the way for Nangong Fan to go to the direction where Lin Zhiyan was. He felt a violent, terrifying force coming from ahead.

A golden sword appeared in his hand, and the golden light bloomed, and the aura of the imperial road was permeated. The sword is furious, and the gold and green complement each other.

Nangong Fan's pupils were blood-red, and his body was filled with holy brilliance.

A chaotic murmur lingered around the battle array, as if someone was praying, and the holy light was dazzling, as if it were the only color between heaven and earth.

The wind was howling, the black light was shining everywhere, as if it was connected to hell, and an eerie and terrifying aura rippled out.

With a slash forward, the branches and leaves on both sides of the road stretched, and the plants and trees bloomed with their own strength, small but tenacious, and life covered them.

The sword seemed to come to life, trembling and spinning in the air, and the momentum condensed by each pause became more violent.

Nangong Fan seemed to be crying and laughing, and a huge holy sword appeared in front of him, and he gently held it.

The black lines on the arms are dying, and they are growing tenaciously, the blood flowers are fluttering, the blood light is pervasive, and there is a trace of blood in the holy light, which looks a little gloomy.

A maddening force covered the audience.

Nangong Fan gently waved the holy sword in his hand. The dragon soars above the holy sword. The holy light, the glow, and the color of blood are condensed into one.

The misty sword light swiped lightly in Nangong Fan's hand. There was a piercing creaking sound, and the entire heaven and earth seemed to be cut in half under this sword, and black space fragments wrapped around the sword.

The sword was larger than the three-story auditorium. The foliage on both sides of the road trembled, and the trees flew and were almost leveled. A spider's web-like crack appeared on the road, making people wonder if this bronze immortal city, which had gone through five hundred years of vicissitudes, would collapse.

The sword that looks mighty, compared to this monstrous sword, is like a child, and it can even be seen that it is still shrinking, and the faint golden light that represents the emperor's breath is being peeled out.

The golden light seemed to be afraid, surrendering, and not daring to challenge the holy light that seemed to burn on the sword.

The holy light is like fire, and the glow is like ice.

A furious sword shot down into the wind. Heaven and earth were discolored, and the sword light shattered almost instantly, and the continuous sword light cut the hall in half.

"I don't believe it!"

Nangong Fan's murmur was still lingering between heaven and earth. Two clouds of blood exploded in the middle of heaven and earth.

Nangong Fan's body burst apart, as if he couldn't bear this violent energy and was about to fall apart.

The simple white robe turned into a butterfly and flew, and the blood stains spread on his jade-like skin, and the blood droplets slid down, but his eyes were still as calm as before.

He sighed softly, he didn't expect that a rare Tianjiao would still fall into the devil. He also sensed two auras blooming behind him that were not weaker than him, completely resisting the aftermath of the battle.

The auditorium collapsed, and screams, dust, and fleeing clouds became the only brilliance.

Nangong Fan's face was like crying and smiling, and there were blood and tears drawn down. "I don't believe it!"

It's like an unwilling roar at the sky.

Ignoring the blood marks on his body, the illusory holy sword turned again. The monstrous sword intent shrouded Nangong leisurely, who had taken a few steps back in the battle just now.

The sword intent and blood flower were cut down again mercilessly.

A glint appeared in his eyes, and a small artifact appeared in front of him.

The milky white brilliance flowed, facing the sword.

"Boom".

Jian Mang and Xiao Ding were frozen in mid-air.

Nangong Fan's eyes were blank, his mouth was murmuring, the blood flowers exploded in front of him, and the blood light on the holy sword was great, and it became even more violent.

Xiao Ding was defeated and retreated. The sword is scorching.

glanced forward at Nangong Youran, who was standing in place, and couldn't help but be a little speechless. "Why are you still standing here stupidly? Don't you give the old man to back off?"

The guy who got in the way, let him be afraid that this gentleman, who had not yet cultivated, would fall in this battle. Although he is not afraid of the Nangong family, he has always been a peacemaker, and he doesn't want to turn his face with anyone.

"Oooh oh. Nangong Youran finally reacted, the hand held by Lin Zhiyan was trembling all the time, if it weren't for the fact that he was still a little afraid of his own face, he would have been scared to the core.

He didn't expect someone to almost kill him just by his momentum.

He was a little envious, but he remembered that after combining with Lin Zhiyan, his bloodline was strengthened, and maybe it wouldn't be long before he could reach such a situation.

Forward to Nangong Fan has been disappointed. No longer wandering around to save Nangong Fan and recruit him, otherwise the immortal city will really collapse, and when he soars, he will have no face to face the various ancestors.

And in Nangong Youran's mind, he still has the strength to surpass the limit of this world Ancestor behind him, this is his biggest hole card, and the end of everything is already doomed.

The sword is even more powerful.

In Nangong Fan's eyes, there was only Nangong leisurely who was facing backwards and avoiding again and again.

"Truly, awrely. An eerie laugh came from Nangong Fan's mouth.

The blood that flowed out of Nangong Fan's body rolled up and merged into the holy sword on the palm of his hand.

The holy sword emitted a hazy blood light, and the brilliance was even greater. Murderous intent pervades the audience.

The brilliance of Xiaoding, which was already downwind, was even weaker.

The forward palm was completely covered by green light, and it was gently pressed on top of Xiao Ding, and the vast spiritual power surged out, and it was difficult to stop the decline.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he didn't expect Nangong Fan to be so tough, his body seemed to be about to explode, and he could still maintain such a strong attack.

From a distance, it seemed that the Holy Sword would be cut in two at any moment.

Reluctance flashed in his eyes, the spiritual power in his body was stirring, Xiao Ding's light was flourishing, there was a buzzing sound, and milky white brilliance and green light flowed.

"Boom".

Xiao Ding was detonated directly from forward.

The unstoppable sword light finally came to a halt in Xiao Ding's exploding light wave.

A somewhat embarrassed figure in front of him escaped from the aftermath and rushed straight into the battle formation in front of him. He wanted to take advantage of the moment when the holy sword, which posed a great threat to him, paused, and smashed the yellow dragon directly.

The green light flashed and rushed to the front of the battle array. The sword burst out, slashing away like the waves of the sea.

Nangong Fan's body slightly suspended on the ground was lightly studied, and the injuries on his body looked even more terrifying, and even the blood stains on Chen Ming's twelve people loomed.

The sword burst into bursts, slamming on the light shield formed by the battle array.

The mask rippled, but that was all.

The Holy Sword slashed down the concussion caused by Xiao Ding's explosion, and continued to slash without the slightest hesitation.

The body that was frozen forward in front of the light mask felt the boundless danger coming, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

Small grass grew on the smooth ground, and the lifeless grass and trees that had just flown down bloomed together.

A small grass gives him a chance to overturn a boulder.

Thousands of plants and trees gather together to bloom with vast power.

"Boom".

The smoke flowed, the clouds burst out, there was no sign of recovery, and the battlefield was completely covered by all kinds of brilliance.

A blood-colored figure was thrown out of the battle, and the golden crown fell into the sky, smashing weakly towards the hall that had been reduced to ruins.

The brilliance faded.

Nangong Fan was weakly paralyzed on the ground, blood was flowing on the smooth ground, and there were no more Chen Ming and twelve people around him.

Nangong Fan's fallen body was covered with scars, and he looked so weak.

Lin Zhiyan, who was a little sluggish, couldn't help but exclaim. "Don't. ”

She shook off Nangong Youran's hand suddenly. She didn't expect that just wanting to kill Nangong Fan would evolve like this.

Nangong Youran's face changed. "Damn. ”

At the beginning of the battle, Xia Yuewu, who retreated to avoid the dispute, had a gleam in his eyes. His gaze was on Nangong Fan's ring.

The battle formation formed by the "puppet" is the reason why Nangong Fan is so arrogant, right?

With this, he can shake forward before he breaks through to the legend, what if he has this battle array himself?

Xia Yuewu's heart moved, and his body also moved, and he rushed towards Nangong Fan's body that fell to the ground.

Lin Zhiyan also moved, tears slipped down in the air, and regardless of the discomfort of the clothes on her body, she took a step. There is only one voice in my heart.

If Nangong Fan dies, I'll accompany him!