At the same time, the entire imprisoned arm seemed to swell, and a violent force rushed in all directions.

"How is it possible?" unless the gap is huge, how can any prey be entangled by snakes and easily get out?

"The most important thing about snakes and dragons is resilience, and you still have a long way to go. Nangong Fan's mouth was chattering, as if an elder was teaching a child, but his movements were not slow at all.

"Bear-shaped fist!" shouted angrily, even if it couldn't be turned into a bear, Nangong Fan's arms seemed to swell under this bear-shaped fist that had already reached fist intent, and a force of gravity spontaneously appeared.

For the bear demon, gravity is like the relationship between the wind blade and the condor, which are inseparable from each other. Even if it is a bear demon of other attributes, it will fiddle with gravity to some extent.

The gravity, which had already reached thirty times, jumped up a little more, and also allowed Nangong Fan to easily get rid of the so-called strangulation.

It seems that the roar of an angry bear is heard out of thin air.

The shy head was dazed, and the body ached suddenly, but the whole person had nowhere to focus in the air, and if he forcibly broke free from this force that blasted him, he might be more seriously traumatized. After hesitating for a moment, he still flew under the high platform with this force.

Nangong Fan touched the tip of his nose and said lightly, "The first one." ”

I don't know if the host who jumped off the high platform when the two of them were fighting was intentional, the amplified divine pattern has not been closed, and the simple three words of Nangong Fan spread throughout the platform.

"Okay!" The simple three words surged with indescribable domineering, and countless people screamed, deeply implementing the truth that watching the excitement is not a big deal, "The second!

A slightly slender figure among the barbarians appeared at the staircase of the high platform.

Nangong Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, the Gusheng tribe was also ruthless enough, and he really didn't plan to give himself time to rest?

Before anyone arrives, the voice comes first. "To be honest, your strength is indeed very good, but unfortunately you can already use weapons of the same level as yourself at this time, and you will have no chance of winning against me. ”

The corners of Nangong Fan's mouth twitched a few times, don't you want to die of yourself? Wait a minute, I will knock your head crooked.

"Boy, remember the one who defeated you - Jin Ge of the Goldwinged Tribe. Fear!" As soon as the man stepped on the high platform, he began to strike.

I saw him dig out from his chest, take out two bones that didn't seem to be engraved with a single divine pattern, and threw his slightly thin hand upward, the white bones were suspended in mid-air, and the awe-inspiring power gushed out.

"Priest?" Nangong Fan raised his head and looked at the two earth-level bones with interest, he was now a priest with a few lame inscriptions, and the others had not yet touched.

The priest is a very difficult thing to get started, and it is necessary to engrave the divine tattoo every day with excellent soul talent and leave an imprint in the body. Nangong Fan has only been in contact for ten days, and there is still a distance from the entrance. Even the super tribe of Gusheng has the talent of priests, and there are less than 10,000 people.

And if the priest wants to improve his cultivation, it is far from the brute cultivation that can be promoted to the level if he is simple and rude. The guy in front of him, Jin Ge, looked so young, he had reached the middle level of Xuan-level priest, and he could be regarded as stepping into the ranks of Tianjiao. It's no wonder that he looks very arrogant and doesn't seem to put everyone in his eyes.

The two bones roared from the left and right under Jin Ge's thoughts, and almost in the blink of an eye, they crossed a distance of dozens of meters and came to Nangong Fan.

"It's getting more and more like Swordsmanship. Nangong Fan muttered in his heart, the black dragon sword that had appeared in his hand a long time ago casually blocked the top of his head.

There was a bang, and the bones fell.

Nangong Fan's hand holding the sword was as steady as Mount Tai under the bombardment, and it was easily swept away.

"It's equivalent to two mid-level Xuan Realm combat power. It's kind of interesting, so the priest should be a combination of spirituality and spirituality. ”

His eyes narrowed slightly, he was not passively beaten, and as soon as he stepped on it, cracks appeared in the ground, and the whole person rushed towards Jin Ge like an arrow from the string.

At the same time, another bone appeared in Jin Ge's hand, and he held it tightly like a pen, and regarded Nangong Fan as nothing, and began to draw out of thin air.

Beads of sweat flowed, the pen turned with difficulty, and the god tattoo appeared. There seems to be some inexplicable power blessed by it in the void, and its power is steadily rising. At the beginning, it only had a yellow-level power with just two strokes, and if he drew a wing at an extremely fast speed, his power had already reached the Xuan level.

The movement in Jin Ge's hand has not stopped, as soon as the pen is retracted, he swings again, and the beads of sweat roll more intensively, obviously outlining the divine pattern out of thin air is also a great drain on him.

He continued to paint next to the wings, which were completely outlined by the gods, and it seemed as if he was going to draw a wing. Even if the wings only look like skeletons, he wants them to be paired in pairs.

A fierce whistling sound sounded behind Nangong Fan, and the speed of the two light bones was not slower than him at all, and they followed closely behind, as if they would smash on his body as long as he stopped.

Even if Nangong Fan was extremely confident in his own physique, he didn't dare to let these two bones that had reached the power of the Xuan Realm smash straight on his body.

Offense or Defense?

A half-winged wing in front of him was waiting for him, and the bones in the back were firmly locked on his body under the traction of the qi engine, and it seemed that he would never stop until he smashed it.

"Eagle Sword!" Nangong Fan did not hesitate to use his most proficient sword style now, and vaguely seemed to have a divine eagle rising into the sky, pointing directly at the two bones that looked extremely spiritual.

The bones did not shy away, Jin Ge no longer had the heart to manipulate them, and he went all out to complete the masterpiece in front of him, and it was also a great challenge for him to draw a pair of wings completely. But as long as it is done, he will have the confidence to win or lose.

Jin Ge decisively withdrew all the power attached to the bones, and at this time he only had the unfinished half of the wings in his heart.

The bones that lost their spirituality were easily poked by Nangong Fan, and the three of them were slightly stalemate in mid-air, and the devouring power of the Black Dragon Sword swept out, with a clicking sound, and the two bones shattered at the same time and turned into white sand and sprinkled on the ground.

Not in the mood to continue devouring the power in the bones, Nangong Fan turned his body and swept the blade of his sword.

"So fast!"

Many people in the audience exclaimed, most of them only felt that their eyes were flowering, and Nangong Fan appeared in front of Jin Ge, who was painting, and slashed down, the sword was bright, like fire and blood.

At the same time, as soon as the bones of the pen in Jin Ge's hand were closed, the last bit of divine pattern was reflected on it, which was like the finishing touch, and the entire wings outlined by the divine pattern seemed to come to life.

The brilliance was magnificent, and there seemed to be something in it that opened his eyes, and the sharp light looked directly at the swinging black dragon sword with implicit disdain.

"Tsk!"

Nangong Fan's head was buzzing, and a Dapeng bird with wings that could cover the sky and the sun suddenly appeared in his heart, soaring in the sky and galloping the world.

This is the pattern of the totem! Looking at the Dapeng bird, it seems to have some kind of weird charm on it.

When Nangong Fan's eyes returned to clarity, the two god-patterned wings with only bones fell down like big knives.

Sharp winds, violent forces have slammed in.

"Even if your body is here, I'm not afraid, get out of here!" Nangong Fan's cheeks bulged and opened suddenly.

"Roar!"

The sound is rolling.

Jin Ge, who had a smug face, was holding on to his huge body to see Nangong Fan being cut off by the wings of the divine pattern, and at this time, his eyes were splitting under a bear roar, and his already tired head felt a buzzing sound that was even worse than Nangong Fan just now.

The seven orifices were bleeding, and they looked hideous and terrifying.

The totem pattern flickered slightly, and the Dapeng bird that appeared in the light rain flickered slightly, but it still cut off its sharp wings.

A sword is sideways, and a kick is kicked.

The violent force pressed down, and the sword body collapsed almost instantly and smashed towards Nangong Fan.

This power has reached a high level.

"Kill, kill, kill him for me!" Jin Ge shouted in embarrassment, ordering himself to visualize the totem's masterpiece in his mind, hoping that it would succeed in regaining the field for himself.

Nangong Fan raised his eyebrows, this is the first person to shout the word "kill" directly, even if the first person suddenly changes his moves, it can be said that he is a natural reaction in a critical situation. Now it is a competition that must be experienced at the ceremony, and without this competition process, it seems that the master and apprentice are not qualified.

Whether it is for the sake of face or lining, although Nangong Fan has maintained a winning streak until now, and it seems that he has the posture of sweeping the whole field, but in addition to wanting to see the methods of these barbarians, he has always kept his hands and has not caused much harm to others.

Otherwise, he would not have used his dexterous force to kick people off the platform. As long as that person can feel the gap, he will naturally fall off the high platform along that force, even if the person forcibly breaks free from the strength and stays on the high platform, it is just a matter of making up for a kick, but the back kick is no longer a skillful force. Although it did not lead to death, the effect of the berserk liquid had passed, and the pain in the whole body was inevitable.

Nangong Fan has always had the attitude that this is just a game, after all, he is at full strength, and he is a ruthless stubble that even high-level demon beasts are expected to kill. But when Jin Ge shouted the killing word, everything became different.

Nangong Fan's eyes were gloomy, he could see Gu Chen's face and spare the offense of those jumping clowns of the Gusheng tribe, but you, a person who has nothing to do with me, said that he wanted to kill me at every turn?

Is it tolerable or intolerable?

If you can endure this, the others will have to ride directly on their heads.

Jin Ge felt a chill in his heart, and the whole person seemed to be targeted by some fierce beast, and he felt like a catastrophe was coming. He felt a little ashamed, bit the tip of his tongue, opened his mouth and spewed blood foam, what he thought of was so mad that he wanted to shout, "Kill, kill, you must kill him." ”

Under everyone's gaze, the Divine Tattoo wings were already on top of Nangong Fan's head, but he was still indifferent.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a flash of golden light.

The light rain exploded, and the god-patterned wings seemed to have never appeared, completely dissipating without a shadow.

Nangong Fan bathed in light and rain and walked out of it step by step, like a god. There was murder in his eyes, staring directly at Jin Ge, who couldn't accept the reality and was stunned.

"You're saying you're going to kill me?" a cold voice blew.

"I recognize ......"

"What are you. Nangong Fan kicked out violently,

Between the splashes of blood, they flew out of the platform at great speed.

An old man from the golden-winged tribe phalanx who stood up suddenly, saw this scene and slowly sat down, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart, and secretly said that this kid is not bad, at least he is very measured.