If you try your best to resist this power, you may be miserable, but as long as you can survive with the help of your companions, you will be out of danger.

And thinking about turning around and running away, it is very likely that the body will be torn apart under this sharp sword, and there will be no rest of life.

Suffering from tragic scars and possible deaths, the blue wolf chose to be injured rationally.

Since he rose from the end of the world, he has been injured and blooded, and he is not insignificant, but there is only one life.

He was very sorry for his life, he still had too much to enjoy and not try, and he was reluctant to leave this colorful world.

Nangong Fan put too much pressure on the blue wolf, and the coercion brought by his gestures was more than his legend.

This made the blue wolf wonder if it was a false legend that he had broken through? Otherwise, how could it be obvious that only Emperor Wu's spiritual cultivation was not an opponent? He seriously doubted that he had cultivated for a hundred years to the point of his ass.

A chirping came from the sky not far away, like a bird whispering in the ear, it seemed to be still in the sky when it first heard it, and it was already beside it when it was heard again.

The blue wolf's somewhat tired eyes flashed with joy, and his companion arrived, a birdman who had reached the middle of the legend, and his speed was ranked among the best in the entire battlefield.

The blue wolf instantly felt like he had been beaten with chicken blood, and his whole body was full of surging power, and he forcefully pushed up the sword blade that Nangong Fan pressed down, and there was a tendency for the Jedi to fight back.

Nangong Fan was not panicked, but there was a strange smile on the corner of his mouth, if he was full of combat power, he could even kill the blue wolf in seconds, he would preemptively target the blue wolf, in addition to knowing the strength of the blue wolf. It is to use this urgent situation to lure other orcs to come to the rescue of the blue wolf, so as to completely break down the situation in which these ten legends take care of each other.

If you want to save the blue wolf, there will always be a difference in their speed, such a difference is not big, and it is not fatal, but this small difference may be the perfect opportunity for him to break the game and survive.

The sound of birdsong had just reached my ears when a sharp edge followed.

The aura of this fierce mang was very faint, like a white cloud in the sky, and he couldn't find his foothold.

The blue wolf's whole body was full of breath, and the blood was filled, and he directly began to fight hard, the shame that Nangong Fan brought him, he saw the hope of washing, and he fought hard at the beginning.

He knew that if he didn't fight for his life, he wouldn't be able to involve Nangong Fan's strength, and the subsequent attack on Nangong Fan could be resolved at will, and he wanted to use the power of his companions to distinguish the winner in this instant.

The fierce momentum that shot out from behind him turned, and the vast aura like the sky covered it, these were all veteran oils, seeing the blue wolf desperately seizing the opportunity, it was just a blow that involved Nangong Fan's mind in a blink of an eye.

The corners of Nangong Fan's mouth rose, this is exactly what he wants, I don't know if he, who has reached the peak of the Martial Saint in his physical body and broken through the peak of his spiritual power, can solve these two legends in a very short time?

It was a challenge for him, but the situation at this point forced him to push his limits.

The black dragon sword in Nangong Fan's hand was filled with a layer of brown light with a heavy aura.

The blue wolf only felt that what he was dragging in his hand was no longer a long sword, but like carrying a huge mountain, which was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and wanted to suppress him below.

The wolf's arm was torn apart by the brown mang, and blood splattered out, and he desperately tried to block the terrifying force that seemed to be enough to tear the space apart.

Why would a thin Terran be greater than his strength?

Out of the corner of the wolf's eyes, he could already see a figure in military uniform galloping not far away, a handful of short white hair fluttering in front of him, and his eyes were like eagles, extremely sharp.

The birdman's lips were slightly open, like a sharp beak, and there was a milky white ball of light in the middle, exuding a vast aura.

The Gang Qi in the birdman's body erupted with his own talent, which was his most powerful move.

He was like a woodpecker, with his head facing forward, spinning and impacting at Nangong Fan.

Nangong Fan's eyes flickered, and the seeds of the law representing gravity in the sea of consciousness kept beating, as if replacing the pulse of the earth's center, clearly resounding in his ears and resounding in his heart.

Circles of invisible ripples rippled out from Nangong Fan's body, and invisible gravity instantly enveloped his body.

The ground shook and tumbled. The blade of the sword no longer has a sharp edge, and the brilliance converges on it, but it is like a bladeless heavy sword, pursuing to suppress people with force and power.

The wolf's arm twisted uncontrollably, and there was a "click" sound constantly, and his body fell uncontrollably from mid-air.

The legendary body of the bird's head that rushed at great speed couldn't help but pause, and the ball of light that was charged in his mouth couldn't help blurting out, but it was no longer accurate, swaying past Nangong Fan's body and hitting the air.

A roar exploded across the earth.

To deal with such a talent method of gathering energy and then erupting, the cat brother in the Snake Star once taught Nangong Fan a vivid lesson.

Brother Cat used a method similar to Shen Xiu to interrupt the accumulation of the two minotaurs, and Nangong Fan used gravity to act, which was the same thing. The sudden gravity confusion caused both of them to be confused.

Nangong Fan felt like a spring breeze in this, and all the pores on his entire body opened involuntarily, such an environment made him give birth to the illusion that he was the king of this world.

It's like a fish in the water and a bird in the sky. No one can control him and control the whole game.

The heavy sword was bladeless but easily pierced through the wolf's body, sliced through the crook of the wolf's arm, and cut open his heart.

The blood mist filled the sky, the blue wolf's eyes no longer had their brilliance, there was a cheerful sword roar in his body, his raised hands gradually hung down weakly, he no longer had a heart!

In the last thoughts of the blue wolf, there was boundless regret, why did he not personally take action to catch Nangong Fan, who had just arrived at the Snake Star, when he sensed that the Star Lord's Mansion was being spied on, and let his subordinates find it.

At that time, he could easily tear Nangong Fan apart, how could he give him the opportunity to escape into the Danqi Pavilion?

As long as he is given the opportunity to grow, even the strongest person above a star like him will only be able to look at him and be crushed by it.

There was a warm current from the sword in his hand, making up all the spiritual power consumed by the stalemate between Nangong Fan and the blue wolf just now, and even had a surplus.

Nangong Fan was not in the mood to experience the feeling of warm currents flowing between his bodies, his palm turned slightly, and the sword blade stabbed straight behind without the slightest breath of fireworks.

The Black Dragon Sword was still black with wisps of cyan in it, and it was not stained with a trace of blood.

The body of the sword is full of demonic nature, it longs for blood, it longs for power, with its qualifications, how can it only be a high-grade yellow-level spiritual weapon today? That is an insult to it, it wants to kill, it wants to suck blood, it wants to become strong!

An unnoticeable red light flashed under Nangong Fan's eyes, and the blade of the sword pierced straight to the back.

The bird's head struggled with both hands, fluttering in the empty sky, like a bird falling into the water, helpless, he wanted to escape from this mud pit.

He was even more unbearable than a wolf in the face of this gravitational realm. He is not a physical cultivation that wins with the strength of his body, he has always believed in the world's martial arts as fast and unbreakable.

The bloodline of birds and monsters allows him to swim in the sky when his strength is low, and he also goes farther and farther on this road, the bloodline that he is proud of on weekdays, he has a disgusted mind for the first time, why is he not a bear bloodline? Even a pig is stronger than a bird in such a situation!

Nangong Fan's straight sword slashed down, the bird's head struggled, and a feather on the top of his head fell, swinging the sword lightly, and his body was also staggered as much as possible.

A howl of pain came out of his mouth, and one of the orc's legs dissipated in the light.

The pain gave him great strength to survive, and he finally threw himself out of the envelope of gravity, and it saw eight others getting closer and closer. With tears of excitement in his eyes, he liked the feeling of the air, he liked the air of freedom, even if the air was filled with the boundless smell of blood, he felt extremely comfortable.

He flapped his hands like a bird about to spread his wings and fly high, he wanted to stay away from this seemingly small human, no, this is simply a devil who pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger.

I don't know how his thin body is pregnant with a power that is even stronger than that of a legendary-level body cultivator?

Nangong Fan turned around, sensing the eight people who were getting closer and closer to him, and the fastest attack might be on him with a breath.

I couldn't help but sigh slightly, it became extremely difficult to kill the birdman again without a single blow.

Nangong Fan still wants to take advantage of this breath to try it, every time he kills one more, the pressure on him to break through will be much less.

Nangong Fan's heart moved, and there was fire dancing on the tips of his fingers, and he threw it directly like a birdman in the direction of escape.

An "explosion" still resounded in the void, and Nangong Fan's body had turned into an afterimage and disappeared in place.

A cluster of cyan flames exploded in the void, completely obscuring the gradually clear picture, and the rolling heat wave hit, and with just a slight touch, a man with a strong body stopped, and his clothes were burned clean before they touched it.

He didn't dare to move forward, for fear that he would be injured, for fear that the man would take advantage of the situation to kill him, so he had to stand still and wait for the sourceless fire to dissipate.

After Nangong Fan threw out the flames, he took a step, the green light of the ring on the tip of his finger flashed, and there were faintly twelve figures that seemed to slowly enlarge in the middle.

Nangong Fan's face was solemn, and he shouted, "Burst!"

The bodies of Chen Ming's twelve people slowly emerged around him, floating beside Nangong Fan, and the golden silk threads connected the thirteen people together, as if they had turned into a whole.

After experiencing Xiong Da's experience, Nangong Fan thought of many ways to solve the problem of allowing Chen Ming and them to help each other in the sudden life-and-death battle.

Chen Ming and the others completely concealed themselves in black robes, crossed their knees at the edge of the space of the Qinglian Ring, and used the spirit stone array to cultivate, as long as he poured into the ring to inform them, they were ready to fiddle with it, and escaped out of the ring at any time to come to help.

He also specially taught them the breath-masking technique to cover the breath of their own creatures, striving to make people mistakenly think that these were twelve spiritual weapons, so as to prevent the possibility of the Qinglian ring being exposed.

The familiar and terrifying power permeated Nangong Fan's body.

The bird's head and body that flew into the sky were stunned, and a terrifying suction force came from behind him.

The corners of Nangong Fan's mouth hooked up a confident smile, and a golden long sword rose and fell beside him, as if it was fused with the black dragon sword.

The blade of the sword turned slightly, and the sword light penetrated the heavens and the earth, and the bird-headed orcs in the sky were torn apart in an instant, and the blood mist filled the sky, and there was no longer his figure in the heavens and the earth.

The fire mist slowly dispersed, and a golden giant sword stood in the void, looking down on the few beings like a god.

The man with a strong body had a solemn face, and the other seven people also stood beside him, firmly staring at Nangong Fan, who looked extremely small under the giant sword.

They had the illusion of facing the lion king. This is almost the pinnacle of the world.

They had no doubt that after this sword was swept away, they and others would only be shattered under it like porcelain, and they had no ability to resist.

Nangong Fan became the only focus on the Mo Da Manniu Star at this time.