The man was a little cautious, but there were many oasis trees and branches, and he accidentally stepped on a branch that had sunk to the ground. It was this sound that made Nangong Fan find that someone was quietly approaching him.

Nangong Fan glanced around and decided to continue to escape deeper into the dense forest far away from the Guchen Stone House.

As soon as his body moved, the man seemed to have noticed that Nangong Fan had discovered his traces, and he also accelerated instantly.

Nangong Fan couldn't help but feel amused, this son was really unforgiving! Wasn't he just touching the muscles on his chest? Who didn't? As for this?

The wind whistling in his ears did not affect the sound of the person running behind him to reach his ears clearly.

Nangong Fan, who was in the mood for a walk, was startled by the speed of the person behind him, and after a little hesitation, he noticed that something was wrong.

Wait, as if the man wasn't using priestly tactics in his movements?

Nangong Fan knew very well that Ziyou did not deliberately learn brute cultivation methods, that is, a child who had grown up under the pampering of his father and many senior brothers, and even the Consummation Xuan-level priest was the last empowerment of his father.

But he only cultivates, and has no experience.

And the person behind him seemed to be a pure brute cultivator, stepping on the ground while accelerating, and the branches on the ground clicked. The wind around it is loud, easily crushing the resistance in the wind and rushing forward.

This is a characteristic that naturally emerges after the physique has reached a certain level.

It's not Ziyou, so who is going to sneak up on him and look ill-intentioned?

There is no need to think about it, only the chief's line would have such courage. Are they really going to fight regardless of Gu Chen's face?

Nangong Fan's eyes were solemn, and the figure swaying in the dense forest easily threw the person farther and farther.

But since it wasn't Ziyou, Nangong Fan Ke didn't have the heart to play the game, he had to find a way to detect the strength of the person chasing him, so he could fight back.

Nangong Fan maintained a speed that was neither fast nor slow for him, so that the people behind him could always keep up.

"Peak Quenching Bone Realm?"

Nangong Fan's eyes flashed bloody, after all, there had never been a hundred-year-old high-level bone quenching realm in this world, and it was already extremely cautious to let a peak bone quenching realm deal with him personally.

If it weren't for the inexplicable breakthrough last night, Nangong Fan would only use the chaotic trees between the dense forests, shuttle through them with light and shadow steps, and get rid of the people behind, and then go back to the Guchen stone house to get shelter.

But now that he has broken through, Nangong Fan's self-confidence has soared, and his desire to wrestle with this peak powerhouse cannot be suppressed, there is only a first-order gap, even if he is not an opponent, he is extremely confident that he can easily get rid of it.

Nangong Fan was still cautious in his heart, and took the people behind him to circle around, he wanted to determine if there was only one person following behind, so as not to get rid of himself.

Half an hour passed, Nangong Fan breathed a sigh of relief, there should be only one person, leave the gathering place of this Gusheng tribe first, and go to the edge to try the brute cultivation strength of this peak bone quenching realm.

Soon, the two of them escaped into another dense forest, one after the other.

Nangong Fan stood on the branch and looked indifferently at the cautious posture of the black-clothed man behind him.

Also, Nangong Fan suddenly rushed into this wood, and there was no sound, and the barbarian cultivator who had fought with the demon beast many times was naturally vigilant.

Even after the demon beast senses the danger of life and death, it will release its supernatural powers and spit out the demon pill to fight for its life, not to mention the people with extremely high spiritual intelligence.

The man in black could see from Nangong Fan's abuse of Jin Ge that this was by no means like the flowers in those greenhouses in their oasis, this was a ruthless stubble who had been tempered by life and death, and he would dig a pit and wait for him to jump down.

It's just that although he was cautious in his heart, he never refused, the gap between the middle-level quenching bone and the peak is too big, and he will drop ten times with one force. Moreover, it was an oasis he knew best, and he did not believe that there was any danger in it that could kill him.

Step by step, I stepped over the meadow into the woods.

In just a few steps, he walked to the place where Nangong Fan rose in the air, searched carefully around, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart, why did the footprints break in this position?

He stepped on these not deep and shallow footprints, and swept around vigilantly, as if he was thinking about how Nangong Fan left.

I vaguely felt that I had neglected something. Suddenly, I heard a wind blowing overhead.

What a terrifying talent, the chief said he was only introduced to the art of priesthood?

It was too fast, and as soon as the black-clothed man sensed the wind, a cold light had already slashed down from the sky. Even if he hadn't touched his body yet, he felt a chill to his bones.

Subconsciously, the whole body fell to the ground and rolled on the spot. A sonorous sound followed the fall of the black-clothed man's body, and a chill followed him.

Between the rolling of the ground, the man in black saw that Nangong Fan did not have any divine pattern power to permeate his body, as if he wanted to fight him head-on with his physique.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a sarcastic smile, he felt that this guy was completely looking for death. Maybe I lost myself in the successive victories of the apprenticeship ceremony? After all, he is a little doll, and he must not have tempered his good heart.

Of course, the most important thing now is to stand up from the ground, otherwise there will be no initiative, and he will be pressed to the ground by Nangong Fan like this. Judging from the chill he sensed in his body, the man in black really didn't dare to resist a sword in exchange for a chance to stand up, so he could only look for another opportunity.

Nangong Fan, who controls the initiative, seems to be much more relaxed, the long sword in his hand keeps falling, and his legs keep throwing out the scorching sun leg method at the same time, just need one chance to turn the initiative into victory.

Both are waiting for their opportunity to come.

After all, this is in the woods, and no matter how fast the man in black rolls on the ground, the range between the trees is only so large. Even if this is a small open space, there is not enough place for the man in black to roll aimlessly.

The man in black moved a lot more in order to avoid the sword that gave him a chill and the leg that blew frequently, but he never found a chance to stand up, and he got closer and closer to the trees in the tumble.

He was covered in mud, but there was still a flash of essence, this was an absolute crisis, but the crisis was also accompanied by changes.

Nangong Fan had already seen this tree blocking the way of the man in black, and he was also looking forward to the arrival of this tree.

I have to say that this man in black has a lot of combat experience, even if he rolls on the ground, he is very skillful, and in the meantime, Nangong Fan just lightly cut through his clothes, leaving a blood mark, and all the other attacks were successfully dodged by him, but he just looked very embarrassed.

The giant tree was close in front of him, and the rolling body of the man in black suddenly froze, and the whole person spun in place as if it had fallen off, and his thighs spun wildly in all directions, trying to force Nangong Fan to retreat.

As long as he took a breath back, the man in black was sure to kick on the giant tree and jump up unscathed.

It was only at this point that he really exerted his strength, and the point where he was strengthened was that part of his spine and leg bones were exposed.

The corners of Nangong Fan's mouth smirked, without the slightest intention of evading, he couldn't tolerate the initiative he had in his hands to fall, and he exerted force on his legs, and at the same time, a brown halo rippled out of his body.

The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength, not to mention that he is fighting with the tiger at this time?

Nangong Fan unleashed all the combat power that he could use smoothly, and it had the meaning of laying down the victory or defeat in one fell swoop.

"Bang!"

The legs of the man in black swept across Nangong Fan's kicked feet, and the fierce collision sound exploded out of thin air.

The black-clothed man who was like a spinning top paused slightly under this, and even Nangong Fan felt a tearing pain. The collision between the two of them this time injured 800 enemies and 1,000 self-losses, and neither of them felt good.

The man in black's other leg continued to sweep over, and it seemed that even the air was being thrown in it. The momentum has not diminished in the slightest.

Nangong Fan didn't seem to feel his own pain, the long sword leaned forward, the mangs were like the moon, and there was a faint eagle roaring in the sky.

"Zila. ”

The black dragon sword easily sliced through the pants leg of the man in black, and the edge slashed through the flesh and blood, blocked by the jade-colored bones exposed from it.

Nangong Fan was sure at a glance that this man in black had also received a gift from the bones, so that he could reveal a trace of jade color from this strengthened bone.

"Bang dang!"

The invincible Black Dragon Sword was actually blocked, and the surging countershock force spread from the sword, but Nangong Fan's hand bones were now strengthened, and there was no tremor in it, and the sword in his hand was still very strong.

This can't be said that the strength of Nangong Fan's strengthened hands is already comparable to the strengthening of the peak, and there are still many small differences between their collisions, after all, he still has a strong and sharp black dragon sword in his hand.

Dealing with this guy who had malicious intentions towards him and hid his head and tail, Nangong Fan didn't have the heart to suppress the devouring power of the Black Dragon Sword, and let it do as much as he wanted, and all the flesh and blood on his jade-colored leg bones were devoured. But even the Black Dragon Sword had a feeling that he couldn't swallow this very strong leg bone.

Even if they come into contact with each other, they don't hurt the roots, and the vitality is still there. In addition to its own hardness, the energy of the bones comes more from the bone marrow, but the Black Dragon Sword can't touch the bone marrow deep into it now, it can resist the sweeping of the devouring force.

"Hey!"

The man in black shouted violently, and his other leg was quickly clamped, and after realizing that he could not force Nangong Fan back, he immediately changed his thinking, and actually wanted to jump up from the ground with the help of the fulcrum of the Black Dragon Sword.

Nangong Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, in his opinion, this was the man in black who wanted to use his two strengthened thighs to make a scissor leg.

Vigilance, while drawing the sword, he jumped into the air, and the whole person seemed to turn into a majestic eagle suspended in mid-air, and the sword was like a sharp claw under his body, stabbing directly at the prey below.

The man in black narrowed his eyes, and he wanted to take advantage of Nangong Fan's retreat to get up from the ground, so he had to continue to lie on the ground, using his thighs to resist the spiritual attack.

Nangong Fan's long sword kept dancing and flexibly changing his body in the air, easily avoiding the thighs that swept in, and the sword fell, and the edge pointed directly at the face of the man in black.

The man in black was on one leg, his body still spinning on the ground.

Nangong Fan sighed slowly, the cold light fell, and he drew his sword and rose.

The thing that the man in black had hidden from his face completely shattered under the sword, revealing a resolute face that was in middle age.