"Poof!"

After Nangong Fan stabbed out with a sword, he withdrew without any nostalgia, and a high-level corpse fell from the sky.

Before it landed on the giant tree at his feet, everything in his body was devoured, and only a human skin was left fluttering and wandering in the air, making people shudder.

The Black Dragon Sword that has been co-ordinated with Demon Thoughts seems to be even more evil, and its devouring power seems to be able to devour as long as it acts on lifeless flesh and blood.

It seems that Nangong Fan has learned the sword technique, and this black dragon sword has also learned to devour in the air.

This is a sword with thoughts!

This extremely crisp sound of drawing the sword finally woke up the peak Xuan Realm in a frenzy.

The remaining three companions were all out of breath, and the people besieged by them were only a little more unnaturally rosy on their faces, and sometimes a drop of sweat could be seen falling.

The gap is even bigger than expected.

If Nangong Fan is comparable to ordinary consummation, his strong body and broad dantian make him extremely patient, at least ten times that of ordinary consummation. This group of little bastards wanted to win by exhausting Nangong Fan, and I have to say that they broke into the iron plate.

Nangong Fan even leisurely honed the sword moves he had learned, which made him have to sigh.

Such a dedicated sparring partner is hard to find in the world, and this group of people is really a good person!

"Boy, you actually do such a thing of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger!" The prodigal son's peak Xuan Jing gritted his teeth, and when he came to his senses, he had completely accepted the reality of losing an arm.

At this time, his eyes were rolling, and he wanted to get out of this war group safely.

One arm is gone, at least one is still there, and you can even concentrate on practicing the sword art without reducing your combat power too much, but if your life is gone, it's really gone.

The brainless revenge of such a rage had already made him aware of the possibility of losing his life.

The trade-off was simple, and he immediately decided to find a good time to leave the battlefield.

Nangong Fan looked at the only guy in front of him who was a little threatening to himself, his eyes kept spinning, and he didn't hold back any good farts at a glance, and immediately increased the output of spiritual power, he couldn't let this guy get out of the battlefield, what if he took out any unpredictable spiritual weapons?

Even if he had the upper hand, Nangong Fan was extremely afraid of the strange abilities of various spirit weapons.

"You have been playing black hands on customers, and I don't know how many people have died at your hands, so I should have thought that there would be such a day. Today, I will walk for heaven. ”

Nangong Fan shouted loudly, holding the black dragon sword in his hand and slashing with all his might.

"The sword is like the moon, sweeping thousands of armies. ”

"Burst out with all your might!" Peak Xuan Realm gave an order, and the three high-level all fought with all their spiritual power.

The winner will be decided in the next moment.

"Boom!"

The Black Dragon Sword collided with the four major attack spirit weapons in a row, and the power on it was finally eliminated.

"What are you fighting me now?"

Nangong Fan stood proudly at an altitude of nearly two hundred meters, full of spirit.

In the first battle of spiritual breakthrough in the Xuan Realm, he slashed the two peaks and the five high levels, no matter where he put it, he was enough to be proud.

"The people below, what are you waiting for? The range is not enough, won't you climb to the top of the giant tree and use the flying sword?"

The peak Xuanjing shouted violently, and raised the strength of his whole body to meet Nangong Fan again.

"It's only now that I thought of asking those mid-level people to ask for help, it's too late!"

Nangong Fan did not shy away, and the sword body rose to flames.

"Flame is both destruction and life!"

Nangong Fan muttered words that ordinary people couldn't understand at all, and the flowing golden flames seemed to be stained with a little cyan.

"Qinglian Sword Codex" is the crystallization of the wisdom condensed by the strong men of the past dynasties with the help of the various meanings of Qinglian Dao Fire, and Nangong Fan can easily attract the aura of Dao Fire with the spiritual power cultivated by the Sword Codex.

The flames swelled in power, and the laws of combustion blessed them, and the rolling heat swept in all directions.

Let the few people around them sweat like rain, they feel that it belongs to the side of destruction in the flames, but Nangong Fan is like a spring breeze in it, and his own feelings are of course the side of vitality.

From the moment the first lightning struck a tree to give birth to a spark, the human race was reborn and passed down from generation to generation.

The sword slashes, and the sparks fall.

The peak Xuan Realm gritted his teeth, holding a Xuan level long knife that he had spare, and when he waved it, the blue light rippled, like waves coming in waves.

He desperately exploded, and even exerted his water system spiritual power to the extreme, just hoping to be able to overcome fire with water, and see that ethereal vitality in the destruction.

At the same time, the five intermediate ranks below who had been in a daze finally climbed up to the branch under his reminder, and five different spiritual weapons, flashing with various colors of luster, roared.

"Good time!"

Nangong Fan shouted, slashed the water knife, and easily divided the winner and loser.

Regardless of the pursuit of the situation, the sword slashed to the ground, and even his current body did not dare to easily ignore the benefits of the spirit weapon. has already established the winning momentum, and naturally does not want to hang the lottery again at the last moment.

This seems to be in the calculation of the peak Xuan Realm, he borrowed the power of Nangong Fan's sword, grasped the big sword that slightly lost his spirituality, and floated farther away.

He let these mid-level Xuan Realm shoots just to be cannon fodder, all so that he can escape his life.

"Boy, I have already relied on your face and breath, and neither the Prodigal Son nor the Soil Seeker Alliance will let you go. You want my arm, I want your life, hahaha. ”

"Sonorous. ”

The sound of a fierce collision sounded, completely covering up the smug laughter of the peak Xuan Realm.

Nangong Fan's face remained the same, in addition to being seriously injured, this guy also had his own spiritual power and breath on his body, where could he run?

After four collisions in a row, Nangong Fan easily knocked the spirit weapon used by the mid-level Xuan Realm into the air, and he had already talked about the last giant axe.

Vaguely, Nangong Fan felt that this giant axe seemed to be different from the previous four spiritual weapons, but it was really difficult for him to describe the difference.

Maybe it's because the axe is wider?

After all, there are not many people who use this kind of heavy weapon to kill people, and they generally use light weapons. The pursuit of the imperial weapon killing is speed and sharpness, and the speed of such a giant axe is not much slower than that of a flying sword, and the consumption will be much greater.

Fighting with someone with this giant axe, someone else's flying sword is already on top of their heads, and this giant axe may only fly halfway, isn't that a joke about your own head?

This giant axe looks much thicker than the flying knives and swords in front of it, and it seems to be more powerful.

Shrinking his thoughts, Nangong Fan continued to slash forward with his sword, preparing to knock off the slowly rushing axe.

It's close!

"Bang!"

The two collided, and the force exploded, and Nangong Fan still easily crushed the giant axe. After all, he is almost perfect just by talking about physical strength.

Suddenly, a little cold light appeared in front of him, and a violent killing machine burst out.

Is there someone hiding under the giant axe?

How is this possible?

Although this sword is only a mid-level power, it is extremely fast. In front of Nangong Fan, almost in a flash, he came to the front of his body, and he was going to stab him so hard.

The sharp breath is instantly approaching the body, and this sword can hurt yourself!

Maybe this is the real fast and accurate?

The thought in Nangong Fan's heart flickered, this speed was already faster than the speed he reflected, everything could only rely on the subconscious instinctive reaction of his body in the face of danger since countless battles.

At this distance, it was too late to raise the black dragon sword that had already fallen to block it.

Nangong Fan just moved his mind and shrouded the gravity field that had not been used; at the same time, he raised his left hand, and the sharp spiritual power flashed on it, and he was ready to resist the attack of the spiritual weapon with his physical body;

The man seemed to pause for a moment in the gravity realm, but he still moved forward, and the speed of the sword seemed to be unaffected in the slightest.

This was the first time Nangong Fan had met someone who was under his fifty times gravity and reacted instantly and was not affected too much.

Fingers like a sword swiped slightly, resisting the cold rays that were getting closer and closer.

"Bang!"

This person seems to have reduced his power a lot in order to pursue one-hit kills and resist gravity, even if he relied on the advantages of the spirit weapon, he did not penetrate his fingers, but he had already changed the direction of the tip of the sword slightly at the moment of contact.

The long sword brushed his fingers, and blood splashed in the sky.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, and the pain that drilled the heart arose, making Nangong Fan subconsciously twitch.

The sword continued to thrust forward, targeting the heart.

Nangong Fan endured the sharp pain from the slightly scraped finger bones, and grabbed the sword body with his left hand with his backhand.

"Zila!"

The sonic boom around the long sword's body pierced the space, leaving an inch-long hole in the chest, from which blood gurgled out and floated on the leaves of the trees more than a hundred meters below, dazzling in the faint sunlight.

A sharp breath penetrated through the mouth and reached the heart.

This is still the result of Nangong Fan firmly holding the long sword in his left hand, if this long sword is made deeper, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Nangong Fan endured the discomfort in his body, and the black dragon sword in his right hand also touched the attacker who was completely in a black shadow.

"Die!"

Nangong Fan's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he shouted violently. I was almost chilled by this guy, how can I not be angry?

A sword rolled up the wind and waves, and stabbed down fiercely.

The attacker was still trying his best to push the long sword in Nangong Fan's hand, ignoring the black dragon sword.

The sound of breaking through the air was extremely harsh.

The sword that was bound to be won actually missed under the slight twist of the attacker, and this feeling even made Nangong Fan think of the shadow separated under the light and shadow steps.

Seems to be fighting a shadow?

His eyes condensed slightly, and the attacker also raised his head, and there was no murderous intent in his eyes, all of which were indifferent.

This is a real executioner!

Nangong Fan made a judgment in an instant, and his eyes met.

The assailant's mouth, hidden under the black veil, opened slightly, and a cold light spat out from it.

A sword in your mouth!

The killing machine slammed forward like a stormy wave.

It's just that Nangong Fan has already seen his eyes full of indifference to life, and he immediately knows this person's profession, a killer, a real killer, and everything on his body is to kill the target.

The Divine Eye opened again, and the fiery serpent erupted from it.

"Bang!"

The sword in his mouth was knocked away by the flames, and the sparks were still with him, and the spirit slowly dissipated under the fire.