The fat man jumped up from the ground, and he heard the lake behind him start to boil, and he was ready to go straight away.

Jumping up and still in place, and jumping again still didn't feel like before, and his face suddenly became extremely difficult to look at.

He saw a milky white light flashing in Nangong Fan's hand, and he suddenly understood something.

He cried with a sad face, "You are my own big brother, you are so cute, don't treat me like this, okay?

The fat man touched his right hand, but how could there be a ring?

He watched Nangong Fan easily fly upside down on the top of a huge tree, just sitting cross-legged on the branch, playing with a cyan ring in his hand and looking down at him.

The fat man pulled his legs and wanted to run, but a sharp breath pierced his legs.

The fat man stumbled and fell to the ground, rolling on the ground again and again.

He saw flying fish on the surface of the lake.

The sharp corners of his mouth were like sharp arrows, and they came towards him in a dense attack.

A terrifying scream resounded deep in this rarely visited forest.

Nangong Fan took out the tiny nuts, looked down with excitement on his face, chased for more than a whole day, and finally could let out a bad breath.

This made his heart extremely sour, and even his appetite improved a little, Nangong Fan was very satisfied with this state.

After eating, very eating, my bamboo pole body, maybe it will grow back after coming so many times.

Nangong Fan didn't want to be in the spotlight because of his thin body.

Fat is definitely a very good target.

The fat man's screams came and went, and the flying fish drew a beautiful arc in mid-air, stabbed the fat man and immediately flew back to the lake.

Nangong Fan became a war correspondent, concentrating on watching everything in front of him.

"Well, it seems that these flying fish can't stay out of the water for long. ”

A fat man without the power of space is like a tiger without claws, and can only be beaten passively, unable to resist in the slightest.

These flying fish are found everywhere, they are in schools and can survive with a little clear water. Don't look at them as small, but in the deep sea, even some demon beasts that dominate one side dare not provoke this low-level race at will.

They hold grudges and vow not to give up until they achieve their goals.

The fat men ate their companions like they lit a barrel of fire.

As for Nangong Fan, he had already used his spiritual power to isolate the taste of this fish, and he hadn't eaten a single bite of this kind of fish, and the fish he had lured the fat man to eat before were all caught from the big river.

This is just Nangong Fan's bad taste, the fat man let him chase him for a day, and when he caught it, he can't be snapped, hehehe, right?

There was a strong aura surging at the bottom of the lake, and Nangong Fan's eyes on the lake not far away from watching the play.

Countless tiny bubbles rose from the surface of the lake, like boiling water, and a violent breath spread from the bottom of the lake.

This aura is fierce and abnormal, with an aura of seeing death as home.

Nangong Fan's eyes froze, his figure slowly stood up from his sitting, the white flowers between his fingers floated slightly, and he couldn't control the space superficially without a moment of smoke.

Although Nangong Fan wanted to make a move, he didn't want the fat man to escape from his hands, he was not a good man and a woman, he was stolen by someone, and chased him for a day and a night, and then let him leave amicably.

This time I let go of the fat man, and without the guidance of the ring, it will be more difficult to catch this slippery guy than to climb to the sky.

The school of demon fish in front of him was just his first punishment.

On this day, he thought about the torture of ninety-ninety-eighty generally, and this school of fish was just an appetizer that happened to be the right time.

If the fat man has a little backbone and is not greedy, then it will naturally be fine, who calls the fat man has no ability, but he has a very good set of pretending to be a big-tailed wolf.

So the fat man really can't blame him for ending up so miserably.

Although Nangong Fan is not happy with the fat man, he also thinks that the fat man is very interesting, at least it brings him a lot of joy, and it can also make him go down to earth, and he doesn't want the fat man to be ruthlessly devoured by the demon fish, and there is no blood and bones.

Sensing the momentum coming from the bottom of the lake, even Nangong Fan couldn't help but be surprised, his lazy expression retracted, and he became engrossed.

He never thought that there was a big guy lurking under this small lake, and the pressure on him was even greater than that of the bear.

"Uncle, save the little one, the little one has an eighty-year-old mother, and there is a baby waiting to be fed, the little one is the only hope for the whole family, but you can't die here!"

The fat man rolled and crawled, and a strong force erupted from his body, shaking back the demon fish that was firmly biting him, and tears and snot flowed down together, which was called a heartbreak, and that was an earth-shattering.

Nangong Fan Yuguang saw the fat man struggling to crawl out of a group of demon fish, his tight robe was full of mouths, revealing white fat meat, crawling forward like a dog, howling like a wolf.

The corners of Nangong Fan's mouth twitched, and he no longer paid attention to this energetic living treasure, he was afraid that before the big guy came out, he would be defeated by this dead fat man first, and he would no longer be able to hold the long sword in his hand.

The demon fish followed the fat man closely, and a little golden light was exposed under the fat man's tattered robe, and the soft light rippled, making the fat man embarrassed but without the slightest scar.

Nangong Fan stood in the void, staring intently at the growing surface of the lake, the edge of the Black Dragon Sword loomed, and he could slash an earth-shattering blow at any time, not as seemingly defenseless as he seemed on the surface.

"Boom!"

A monstrous roar.

Two whirlpools rolled up on the surface of the lake, and the entire lake seemed to be wiped out in an instant.

The scattered lake water seemed to be drifting in the sky, full of raindrops, and a little cold light appeared in front of Nangong Fan's eyes.

As fast as lightning, it crossed in front of Nangong Fan's eyes in the blink of an eye.

The fat man's miserable screams rang out.

After rolling three times in the mud before he eased up, he patted his chest, and his face was full of doubts, "Hey, Lao Tzu is fine!"

Nangong Fan's figure appeared where the fat man had just stood.

The smoke flashed with a strange light, if it weren't for the help of the smoke in the moment, the fat man would really be back in the west.

Nangong Fan leaned forward with the long sword in his hand, against a sharp mouthpiece the size of a bowl, and froze in mid-air, and no one took a step back.

The fat man slapped the demon fish on his body, and he was rare and serious, staring at it, what kind of monster was that?

The mouthparts are slender, like long swords, covered with strange blue lines, but the body with this mouthpart is only the size of a head, the slender body is flickering with cold light, the pupils are like needles, and there are fins fanning.

What surprised the fat man the most was that the big guy with the essence of his body on his mouthparts, although he looked no different from the demon fish on his body, could faintly see two small claws under his open scales.

Nangong Fan's eyes flashed with discomfort, the aura emitted by this fish seemed to be extremely restrained by nature, if it weren't for the fact that he had experienced a lot of fighting in the past few months, and his heart was firm, Nangong Fan suspected that he would surrender directly under this kind of suppression.

Nangong Fan can see more clearly than a fat man, the slender mouthparts are covered with tiny roots, as if they are full of tentacles, if this mouthparts are pierced into the body, the taste can be imagined.

Nangong Fan also saw the small claws under the strange fish, which were somewhat similar to the dragon claws that Nangong Fan had seen, waving gently, as if the sky was in the ocean, swimming, afterburning, and sprinting.

There were bursts of power from the black dragon sword in his hand, like waves, wave after wave, non-stop, and even showing signs of becoming more and more turbulent.

Nangong Fan felt that the air had become humid, and he felt uncomfortable that he couldn't breathe.

The tiny pupils, glittering with essence, were like two unsheathed swords about to be assassinated.

Nangong Fan's eyes flickered with coldness, it was not a way to stalemate like this, who knows how long the power like a wave could last?

He didn't dare to gamble, and he wasn't qualified to gamble.

Nangong Fan snorted lightly, and the gravity realm descended.

The formless realm shrouded in, trembling in the void, as if something no less than his was blocking its approach.

The frustration of gravity comprehension was expected by Nangong Fan, and the green tendons in one hand burst out, bursting out with all the strength to resist the impact of the waves, and the other hand slowly withdrew, making a flower.

The hand is like a lotus, the sword is like a long dragon, and an ancient breath is pressed out, as if there is a real dragon chanting, and there is a lotus fragrance spreading.

With a flick of the "Lotus" finger, there was a sound of a sword groan, Nangong Fan's fingers kept trembling, and the sword chant gradually became intense, even covering up the sound of the lake slapping on the ground.

The surrounding vegetation, which had been crushed by the lake, stood up one by one and began to sing a cheerful tone.

Only the sound of this sword roared in the heavens and the earth, and every grass, every flower, and every tree was like a divine sword sleeping in the long river of time, and wisps of strange light emanated from them. gathered together, turned into a monstrous giant sword, and in the waves, rode the wind and waves and slashed straight towards the strange fish.

"Heaven and earth are swords!"

There is blood flowing from the corner of Nangong Fan's mouth, such a sword style does not need to have any strength to be issued, but it needs a kind of general trend of heaven and earth, borrowing the spirituality of all creatures in heaven and earth to cut out.

Legend is the pinnacle in the lower realm, Nangong Fan has some laws to bless, in this realm is closer to the avenue of heaven and earth than the legend, coupled with the unyielding grass and trees under the lake, so that such a sword can be shot.

Such a blow, in another place, even if Nangong Fan reaches the legend, he may not be able to use it again.

After all, this is between the dense forests, full of grass and trees, and there is the breath of the fire and green lotus of plants and trees, and he has no ability to borrow the power of human races and demon beasts in other places.

This may become a swan song in this world.

The strange fish's eyes flashed fiercely, and the lake that had already flowed to the ground rolled up to the sky, and rushed towards the cyan giant sword with teeth and claws.

The monstrous roar sounded, and Nangong Fan's hand was loosened, and the lake full of eyes had a strange spirituality, blocking his senses.

The strange fish disappeared from front of him.

Nangong Fan frowned slightly, and walked towards the place where the fat man was in his memory.

The long sword in his hand opened the way, the sword shadow was wrong, overcoming thorns and thorns, all the lake water was isolated by him, he didn't dare to let the lake water touch his body.

Nangong Fan walked to the destination, where was the figure of the fat man.

Instead, countless fierce auras surged, rushing straight towards him.

Nangong Fan's heart moved, the sword slashed sharply, and the crackling sound echoed all around.

The sharp golden rays were accompanied by a messy impact, and countless mouthparts collided on top of the Black Dragon Sword.

The mouthparts shattered, and the golden mangs covered the protective layer formed by Nangong Fan's spiritual power.

Nangong Fan faintly felt that something was wrong, but he was powerless to clean it up.

A strong fishy smell rushed into Nangong Fan's mouth and nose.

These demon fish are crazy, all their essence is on their mouthparts, and their mouthparts are both their hardest point and the most fragile point, and if they lose their mouthparts, they will lose their fragile lives.

But they still follow one after another, and they will not give up until they achieve their goals.

Nangong Fan praised them in his heart, but the sword in his hand was getting faster and faster.

The lake dispersed.

Tiny fish carcasses all over the ground, shattered crystal all over the ground.

A tragic aura permeated the audience, like a moth to a fire.

This is the spirit of a race.

The body of a strange fish emerges.

A large sword mark covered its slender body, and it gently spat out fish bubbles in the void.

Even when it was dying, its pupils were still sharp.

A strange chirp came out of its mouth.

Its mouthparts slowly fell off, like a stroke of genius, and rushed straight to Nangong Fan with an awe-inspiring aura.

And its eyes gradually lost their color.

Even if it knew that it was mostly useless, it would not back down.

A supreme blow at the cost of your life!

The mouthparts seemed to pass directly through time and space, and suddenly appeared in front of Nangong Fan, swinging the sharp black dragon sword, and stabbing directly into Nangong Fan's eyebrows.

It slowly disappeared between Nangong Fan's eyebrows.