No matter how Nangong Fan moved, even if he was rolling on the ground, the blood demon sat on Nangong Fan's right shoulder safely, and it seemed that the tilt of the human chair under him had no effect on him, let alone a trace of dirt on him.

The blood demon had an interesting look on his face, and his mouth kept sighing, but the nine people didn't notice this small baby-like blood shadow, as if they were not in the same dimension.

A crisp buzz exploded from behind, and Nangong Fan's face remained unchanged, obviously knowing that there were other people behind him.

A martial artist can only be regarded as truly entering the house with the existence of spiritual sense, at least the ambush in this situation has no effect on Nangong Fan who has spiritual sense.

As soon as the arrow sped out, his body spun sharply, and in the eyes of the people around him, he looked like he had eyes behind his back.

The arrows galloped, and the dazzling red light dotted it, and the violent movement speed combined with the little fire that covered it seemed that the air was burning in it, and the momentum skyrocketed, and the killing machine was everywhere.

Nangong Fan felt a slight pain in his body even if he avoided its edge, if this arrow was shot in reality, even his proud body would be cold.

The arrows shot into the ground sharply, leaving a cave-sized bowl on the thick soil that had been trampled by an unknown number of people, dotted with firelight, and the blazing breath came to the face, but it gave people a cold feeling in their hearts.

Nangong Fan endured the discomfort in his heart, and the body of the blue shadow entrenched in the sea of knowledge moved slightly, and the law seed that was silent in the sea of knowledge and represented the gravity of the earth rotated rapidly, and a stream of mysterious power emanated.

The blue shadow's body became slightly darker, and the mysterious aura emanated from the center of his eyebrows, and the ground rippled with it.

When the people in front of him swarmed forward, the ground was strangely slightly raised, and when their posture was unstable, they stepped on the "successful human shield" with a fierce foot, and in the pain that couldn't help but let out from his mouth, as he spit out a mouthful of blood, the afterglow of the arrow rushed straight to the slightly messy nine people in front of him.

The archer is a great threat, and even represents the breath of death that is only stronger than the nine people in front of him, but if he forcibly pursues the good situation in front of the archer, he will lose it, and without the bond of these nine people, the archer is tantamount to a tiger without claws.

Picking up watermelons and throwing away sesame seeds is not the work of a wise man.

Nangong Fan struck forward with a sword, and the brown light was dotted on the black dragon sword, revealing a thick aura like the earth, pressing towards the nine people.

Only the three of them had time to raise their knives to meet them in a stable body, and a strange force pressed mercilessly from their weapons, breaking the knives and breaking the three arms in response.

Nangong Fan's current physique is no worse than that of the Martial King who cultivates physique, how can the three of them resist such a strange power with a thick earth aura that oppresses people?

A loud shout came from behind, and two different but equally powerful spiritual powers pressed straight towards Nangong Fan's seemingly unguarded back from above.

Nangong Fan shouted, the ground trembled slightly, the law seed of the sea of ups and downs, the brown one bloomed with boundless light, and the brown spiritual power turned into a round shield behind him, slightly blocking the unstoppable two blows.

The round shield was shattered, and countless dirt were scattered all over the ground, not just a virtual thing like ordinary people's spiritual power.

At this moment of resistance, Nangong Fan's face turned slightly pale, and his spiritual power was connected to his heart, this broken spiritual power was also a great harm to him, if others were like this, they could only concentrate on managing it enough, but Nangong Fan relied on his strong body and forcibly rushed into the pile of nine people, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, and when the sword blade danced, blood stains would be seen.

How can the nine panicked people resist the tiger's pounce?

The fierceness and strong physique of the Black Dragon Sword gave Nangong Fan the strength to easily slaughter them, if they didn't panic and echoed each other, maybe they could still block or even trap Nangong Fan.

But now, all they face is merciless killing.

As everyone fell, scarlet blood slashed across the blade of the Black Dragon Sword, rolling from the tip of the sword to the hilt, and then from the hilt to the body.

Nangong Fan only felt that the subtle but essence power flowed from his hands to his whole body, and the exhaustion of the killing and the trauma just now were all decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It's like poison, which makes people want to stop, and Nangong Fan can't help but be even more excited.

There was a loud shout behind him, and the two people who had just relaxed and thought that their subordinates would be able to solve Nangong Fan couldn't help but be extremely angry at this time.

After so many men died, what did they use to explain when they went back?

In the midst of the two people behind him who wanted to eat him alive, Nangong Fan slowly turned around, holding a bloodstained black dragon sword, and there were people lying around him who were attacking.

The blood stains on the Black Dragon Sword's body slowly faded, as if it was a demon absorbing blood.

The blood demon looked directly at the black dragon sword, his eyes fluctuated slightly, this sword has been aged in the refining furnace for billions of years, as if there has been something unclear to him?

Nangong Fan faced the two Martial Kings who could fly to the sky for a short time, and his eyes fluctuated slightly, the Martial King was not as good as these scum next to him, plus he couldn't fly to the sky, this battle was difficult.

The two people in front of them were suspended in the void above one person, their faces full of murderous intent.

Knowing this, the two of them should have taken action directly, with the power of the Martial King, the two joined forces, how could this young man who had not yet reached the Martial King stop him?

A person carries a long bow and holds a long knife, and the people of the dark alliance like to use knives, firstly, the knife is wide open and closed, and secondly, now the leader of the alliance is famous for his sword, and the people under him naturally want to do what he likes.

Nangong Fan's eyes were slightly condensed, physical cultivators, they had to go to the Martial Saint Realm to ascend to heaven, physical cultivation was difficult to achieve, and the world did not like this kind of hard and hard way of fighting. Spiritual moves are accompanied by spiritual power, handsome, changeable, and can be attacked from afar, and have too many advantages compared with physical cultivation. And the cultivation of the gods is difficult to see, the cultivation of the gods has no inheritance, and it is even difficult to get started, how can anyone go to the cultivation of the gods? I only know that the most cultivated gods are the Heavenly Weapon City, and their combat power is extremely poor.

Nangong Fan is now a dual cultivation of the spirit body, and his combat power is stronger than that of the low-level Martial King, but the spiritual cultivation realm is low and weak, and he can't leap into the sky, and the spiritual cultivation of the Martial King realm is flying in front of him, and he has no choice.

Although the Martial King can't levitate in the air for a long time, as long as he is a little smarter, he can't fight back, how can there be a reason to prevent thieves for a thousand days?

"You're damned. The masked man with a longbow burst out of his pupils, and a punch burst out, and the blue rainbow struck, and the spiritual power of the cyan attribute was naturally not all wood attributes. This punch was as fast as the wind, and even the gentle breeze between heaven and earth penetrated into it with a wisp of power.

Nangong Fan's eyes were all blue, and he faintly felt that he was alone in the deep wind, and he was about to ruthlessly blow others away and blow them away.

King Wu is the beginning of spiritual cultivation in the true sense, and one punch is naturally not comparable to Wuhou.

The fists moved, the wind followed, and the trees a meter away were sprinkled with countless fallen leaves.

The wind was all around.

A punch is like a knife, and the wind blade strikes people.

Nangong Fan also shouted loudly and punched out. The fist collided with the wind blade, and the blood beads leaked out under the wind blade and slid to the ground. But the Wind Blade also lost its power and dissipated.

The face of the man with the bow on his back couldn't help but froze.

The man next to him laughed, "Second Feng, did you exert too much force last night and couldn't use it?"

He said irrelevant words on his lips, but his movements were not slow at all, he took a step in the void, pulled out the long knife behind his back, and slashed towards Nangong Fan.

The long knife with the boiling heat wave is even more irritable in the wind that has not yet dissipated.

Nangong Fan sprinkled sweat in the breeze, his wrist moved lightly, and his long sword greeted him.

During the collision, the flames flickered, and a stream of heat was transmitted from the blade of the black dragon sword into the body.

Nangong Fan took a few steps back and stepped on a few black footprints on the ground. wiped his chapped lips with his left hand, his face was full of helplessness, and he sighed lightly, "It's really passive." ”

If he could also fly in the air, how could he bear the two blows of them so passively? But after these two blows, Nangong Fan also knew that these two people could not pose any threat to him, but they could see the enemy who could not be beaten, which was really a bit annoying.

The blood demon has a strange face, this is better than knowing how to use the law to raise the stone pile to create a chance of victory, but don't you know how to change it? The soul has spiritual sense when it returns, and has not found any problems? That guy who has been teaching him for more than ten years, and has taught him to the butt of a cow?

The ridicule of the blood demon son, Nangong Fan naturally didn't know. But he is not a passive beater, thinking about how to break the situation in front of him.

Flying, can't do it. So that they can't fly, and they can't do it. What else can be done?

In the air, both of them discovered Nangong Fan's strangeness, if that strange power hit them, even their martial king's body would be unbearable, but they still attacked Nangong Fan one after another with a relaxed face.

Nangong Fan is like a monkey, jumping left and right on the two-meter-wide road, and he can't even fight back.

If this continues, my physical strength will be exhausted, and I will be a fish and meat for people.

Nangong Fan had a lot of thoughts, but there was nothing he could do.

On Panlong Mountain, which is quite famous, a funny picture is displayed. The two Martial King powerhouses hanging in the air took turns to punch the plain-clothed young man who was scurrying around below. Whenever the young man tried to escape, he pressed on him. If you don't know, you still think that the two martial kings are training that young man.

Nangong Fan gradually felt that his limbs began to weaken.

The two martial kings were bright, but they still took turns to attack without hurry, both of them were old fritters on the rivers and lakes, so they naturally would not be impatient and flustered. Why risk an enemy that can be dealt with with a blunt knife?

The weaker Nangong Fan's body is, the more sober his head is, and when he bows his head, there is a faint flash of essence, and the two old fritters are really cautious.

Nangong Fan's face was firm and jumped up, but the two martial kings quickly pulled away in the air, making Nangong Fan pounce.

Nangong Fan stood on the trunk of the tree, took a deep breath, his eyebrows and the sea of consciousness boiled to the extreme, and the law seed rose and fell slightly, blooming with a strange color.

A faint wisp of mystery poked out of the center of his eyebrows. As Nangong Fan's thoughts melted into the ground at a strange frequency, he vaguely remembered the black bear standing on the ground.

As his mind turned, it seemed to usher in a transformation, and his weak spiritual sense couldn't help but be sublimated.