Nangong Fan smiled lightly, the spiritual power in his body was ready to be released from the moment he stepped into the Nangong family.

What kind of power is the Nangong family? The Galactic Alliance Council has been firmly holding the Speaker Zuo seat for hundreds of years, and is known as the most aggressive of the three giants.

Nangong Fan is about to come to the Nangong family to smash the field, how can he not be cautious in his heart?

When he heard Xia Yuewu vaguely remind him that Chief Chen was Chen Qihui's father, he was even more cautious at once.

After all, Chen Qihui died at his own hands, and he also left his name at the scene of the incident. When his father's Nangong walked out with a leisurely sentence from Nangong, who was obviously malicious to him, was it to say hello to him and communicate with each other in a friendly manner?

Nangong Fan is not so naïve. There is probably no such naïve person in this world.

Although the appearance of Chief Chen's violent attack and killing array was abrupt, everything did not exceed his expectations.

Nangong Fan's fingers were like the wind, and ordinary people couldn't see the movements in his hands clearly at all.

The palm of his hand was like a bow, and his spiritual power was like an arrow, and he shot out wildly, seemingly shooting in the void, as if he was using a cannon to fight mosquitoes, bombarding the treetops, and there was no movement at all. In fact, Nangong Fan's spiritual power points are above some nodes that ordinary people can't detect at all.

Today's Nangong Fan was too keen on this low-level formation after experiencing all kinds of baptisms on the Tongtian Ancient Road, and almost instinctively found the weak point of this killing formation.

The killing array was ineffective, and the spear that seemed to be able to pierce the sky was weakened a lot at once, and it didn't look so strong.

Nangong Fan can fight the legend of the middle rank before stepping into the ancient road of Tongtian, even if the leader of them is Xiong Da, he can win the battle.

Although Chen Neichang's whole body is full of spiritual weapons, and the exercises he cultivates are stronger than Xiong Da, he is only one line stronger than Xiong Da who is carrying a spirit beast, and he can barely reach the threshold of high-level legends.

After experiencing the baptism of Tongtian Ancient Road, Nangong Fan didn't have to take it to heart at all. Those gatekeepers on the Tongtian Ancient Road can abuse Chief Chen if they take one of them out, and Nangong Fan has come out of that environment all the way. It seems that it is just a small realm, but the combat power has already broken through the limit, and it can pass hundreds of moves with real high-level legends.

The faint smile on the corner of Nangong Fan's mouth was like a demon in Chen Neichang's eyes, hideous and terrifying. He could feel that although the momentum on Nangong Fan's body had not yet broken through to the legend, it was much more domineering than his mid-level legend.

Even his elders didn't dare to hold it up like this, and directly took the spear he shot out with all his strength empty-handed.

Nangong Fan did this, his hand was full of qi, and the brown spiritual power permeated it, and he firmly held the spear.

Chen Neichang's eyes flashed, this was completely ignoring him and slapping him in the face. The eyes of the people around him made him angry. Pulling back the spear hard, indifferent, wanting to continue to stab forward, it was as if facing a mountain and being powerless

The spear can't be recovered, and Chief Chen no longer does more useless work, after all, his spear is also a spiritual weapon of no low grade. It was tailor-made for him by the family, and naturally he didn't just use brute force to use his power. couldn't help but shout, and the thunder attribute spiritual power surged out.

There was a muffled thunder that exploded out of thin air. Nangong Fan's ears buzzed, and a crisp numb rippled out from the thunder, and the strength in his hand couldn't help but loosen.

On the spear, the purple thunder lit up, and with a violent momentum, it rushed straight to Nangong Fan's chest.

Nangong Fan sighed lightly, and a brown light appeared from the palm that had fallen off the spear.

Wherever the light passed, the clouds that rolled above the ground could not help but sink and freeze on the ground, as if they had turned into real objects.

Chen Neichang felt that the spear he used to wave like his arm was as heavy as a mountain, and his arm couldn't help but sink. The green tendons jumped up, he wanted to hold up the spear, he was easily suppressed when he had the gun in his hand, if the spear missed, wouldn't it be easy for someone to slaughter?

At this moment, more than a dozen figures also came from all directions.

The pace is unified, and a dozen or so people give people the feeling of thousands of troops. They all let out a loud shout, as if coming from the mouth of one person. The momentum is boiling, and the swords are combined. Without the slightest pause, he strangled towards Nangong Fan's body.

The corners of Nangong Fan's mouth rose, and his smile was even bigger, without the slightest fluster.

The action is simple and relaxed, and after many battles on the ancient road to Tongtian, the battle in front of you is too boring. Taking a slight step back, he pushed the spear aside, his arm flickered, and the brilliance of the black dragon sword flashed.

I saw a flash of brilliance, and there was a very slight collision sound, and the swords broke together.

The sharpness of the Black Dragon Sword today is not something that these mortal irons can resist at all.

Nangong Fan's current strength is only one step away from reaching the legend, these three or two beginner-level legends, a bunch of martial saints, he can even clear the field directly with one blow.

It's just that he vaguely feels that someone is silently observing him, although there is no malicious intent, but there is still a warning in it. If he dares to kill the killer, he will be destroyed.

Nangong Fan's sword deflected, and the sword that was originally about to cut directly through his throat turned to attack the sharp weapon in his hand. A few messy cries of pain, the momentum of the ten inner guards fused into one instantly shattered.

Nangong Fan's sword was fast, the wind and waves were rolling, and his eyes couldn't keep up, they were just in a trance, and the sharp weapon in his hand turned into nothing. A surging force surged from between the palms of the hands. The tiger's jaws burst open, blood was smeared, and they flew backwards behind them faster than they had come.

The others saw only ten shadows, like ten dexterous cheetahs, and they hunted them in the blink of an eye, but in the blink of an eye, the black shadows flew back like a goddess scattering flowers.

Only blood-colored rainbows dotted the sky.

Nangong Fan's sword blade retracted, and it happened that when the spear sprinted over, it happened to resist the spear.

A feeling of paralysis came uninterruptedly, and Nangong Fan snorted lightly, his movements were slightly slower than before. Looking at the purple spear that was getting closer and closer, he couldn't help but sigh lightly, it seemed that he still couldn't underestimate any cultivator.

At least this Chen Neichang's thunder attribute spiritual power has some merit, if his exercises and moves are a little stronger, it can really give him a great threat.

Because of the voyeur, Nangong Fan didn't focus most of his attention on the battle, he was afraid that someone would suddenly jump out and give him a fatal blow.

The flowers jumped, a trace of fireworks flashed, and a slight popping sound exploded in front of Nangong Fan.

The guns were slightly blocked by the explosion of flames, but they still came with an unstoppable impact.

But all Nangong Fan needed was a pause at this moment, the blade of the sword stabbed straight ahead, without any fancy words, and a sword slashed at the spear.

Chen Neichang only felt an irresistible huge force coming, and his palm trembled, and he couldn't help but let go. The spear let out a wail, and the purple-blue light faded.

Nangong Fan gently picked it and drew a narrow opening on Chen Neichang's chest. There was no blood in sight, only a trace of green smoke. As soon as the blood was revealed, it was burned dry by the flames attached to its body.

The law of flame burns, coupled with the aura of Dao fire, even if Chen Nei is a legend, it is difficult to extinguish it easily.

Chen Neichang couldn't help but let out a wail, as if there was a blazing flame burning in his chest, and blood with green smoke gushed out from between his mouth and nose.

He felt like he was going to die!

"Bold maniac!" a loud shout came from inside the auditorium, "to dare to commit murder at will at such a sacred time." ”

The image of a body was like thunder, rushing out at great speed, exploding all the way, the clouds flowing on the ground burst out, and the violent aura permeated out.

Peak Legends!

Looking at the small thunder that permeated around this body, it seemed to come from the same source as Chen Neichang.

killed Chen Qihui, and Chen Neichang jumped out. injured Chen Neichang, and another guy came out who was obviously an elder figure of the Chen family.

I don't know if this old guy will pop up again? I guess I can only shout out the old ancestor who is sleeping in the ground, right?

Nangong Fan muttered in his heart, and caution flashed in his eyes, after all, there is still a certain gap between himself and the peak legend, and it is not the time when he can do whatever he wants.

Nangong Fan clenched the black dragon sword in his hand, and he could slash out horizontally at any time.

The figure that galloped out from the inside of the hall was finally revealed in front of Nangong Fan's eyes.

Purple clothes fluttered, thunder was highlighted, and the sky was faintly gloomy, like the calm before a storm.

When Nangong Fan was about to make a move with all his might, his eyebrows raised, and he faintly felt a rather familiar vast momentum inserted between him and the old man.

Ben Lei paused strangely less than ten meters in front of Nangong Fan.

A figure slowly emerged in front of the old man.

Wearing a golden crown and a simple white robe, his palms that looked extremely smooth were slightly raised, and the greenery spread out, and the grass and trees on the side of the road seemed to have more souls, stretching out their lush branches and leaves, condensing into a shield, blocking him in front of him.

The seemingly unstoppable thunder came to a standstill on top of the grass and wood shield, and there was a "crackling" burning sound, but it still dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye. On the contrary, the grass and wood shield flowed brightly, at least on the surface, and it seemed undamaged.

A branch held Chen Neichang up, green permeated his wounds, thick vitality emerged, the invisible flame was extinguished, white smoke rose up, and the burnt black skin slowly returned to the immaturity of a baby.

Although he turned his back to Nangong Fan, he still put great pressure on Nangong Fan. Just like when you first look at the sea of stars, the feeling of vastness cannot be explored.

Nangong Fan recognized from the surging aura on his body that this was one of the people who spied on him.

Nangong Fan's eyes were solemn, although he didn't feel malice, but with this kind of person by his side, he couldn't feel comfortable.

The old man in purple stopped in time, he didn't dare to offend the person in front of him easily. He immediately knelt on one knee, watching his son recover from his injuries, and breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you, Your Majesty!"

"Aiqing is exempt. Raising his forward arm slightly, he slowly turned around, his pupils shone with a wise light, and Nangong actually had a ridiculous feeling that he had been completely seen through.

"A genius can have a temper, but he can't go overboard. In this way, you can live a long time. The voice was very faint, but it resounded clearly throughout the audience. Invisible pressure squeezed in from all directions, and the emperor in front of him was as dazzling as a god.

He didn't force Nangong Fan to kneel, the genius has no arrogance, will he still move forward bravely?

He longs for genius, his family has taken root in the Seven Seven Continent, and even began to spread to the Ten States step by step, and he actually doesn't care much about the disputes in the Nether Realm.

Why do you hold on to power? It is to attract more geniuses and give strong support to those ancestors who went to the upper realm alone to expand their territory.

Thousands of talents, as long as one can reach the realm of the ancestors, it is a great help.

"It was the Nangong family who took the lead, and his wife came first. Nangong Fan spoke stubbornly.

"Huh?" frowned forward, and turned his gaze to Nangong Youran, who had been cowering and hiding on the side since the beginning of the battle.

Nangong leisurely tidied up his clothes and said calmly, "I have already investigated, Beiming Ruyan is actually called Lin Zhiyan, she is an earthling, and she has broken with the third son of the Mo clan." ”

Nodding slightly, looking at Lin Zhiyan, who was standing at the door a little nervously, he could feel a familiar force restraining her, but he couldn't interfere directly in other people's family affairs.

Lin Zhiyan's body trembled, and it took a while to calm down.

An indifferent voice came from her veil, resounding clearly in the silent mansion.

"Little woman, I don't know this knight. He must have recognized the wrong person, right?"

Nangong Fan's face was stunned, he didn't know him?

Lin Zhiyan's words exploded in Nangong Fan's heart like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, making him stunned in place.