When the eyes of the tiger thousand blades were confused, he seemed to see a small black snake, coiled around his body, opened his small mouth, and sucked it violently.

The little snake seems to be getting bigger and bigger. It shouldn't be that you're getting smaller and smaller. To be completely devoured by it.

The smile on the corner of his mouth is still fluttering, so what? You will accompany me to the Yellow Spring after all.

In the moment of losing consciousness, he heard a soft grunt in his ear.

"Shapeshift!"

What does that mean? Everything in front of me was darkened in an instant. Whatever happens, it has nothing to do with him.

The brilliance of the place flickered, and Nangong Fan and the body of the Tiger Thousand Blades disappeared together.

A look of joy crept into the eyes of all the orcs, the devil was finally dead and could relax.

As for the dead Tiger Thousand Blades, it didn't leave much impression in their hearts at all, just die, who in this world won't die? It's just a matter of dying early and dying late. He died for the town of Pingsha, died a glorious death, and died a proud death.

Anyway, it's not yourself who died.

These orcs didn't know that the devil in their eyes came from the direction he came, more than a hundred meters away from the place where the fire exploded, an illusory but real shadow slowly condensed.

"Ahem. ”

He coughed lightly in his mouth, and blood flowed freely from his mouth.

In order to successfully kill the Tiger Thousand Blades, Nangong Fan resisted two divine powers, even if they were from the hands of the orcs of the junior and intermediate level Quenching Bone Realm, they also tore his skin membrane in an instant and suffered trauma.

Fortunately, the power in the supernatural power has not been fully vented, and Nangong Fan has already retired, otherwise it would not be as simple as the injury that slightly hurts the bones now.

As for this shadow, it was left by Nangong Fan a long time ago, so he also dived into the ground to observe whether there were any demon beasts around, otherwise there would be life and death ahead, but this good retreat was broken by the demon beasts, and the fun would be great.

Nangong Fan can control the three shadows with a little contact after breaking through, but the transformation of the shadow also consumes the power of the sun, the greater the distance, the power of the sun multiplies, that is, this is only a distance of more than 100 meters, and the ten wisps of sun power in the body disappear silently.

Nangong Fan has specialized in studying the principle of this shapeshift, and the more he studies it, the more confused he becomes, and he can only attribute everything to the strength of the power of the sun, which is the super energy of cultivating the barbarian cultivation of the Sun Bible, and the supernatural powers and moves are all closely related to it.

The corners of Nangong Fan's mouth rose slightly, outlining a cruel arc, many people's innate supernatural powers, just like that punch vented all the energy, and after using the supernatural powers, they had to slow down.

And Nangong Fan's supernatural powers are more like powerful moves that he naturally has with the power of the sun in his body.

The two are not the same.

It's a good time to go back!

Although Nangong Fan had received income, the Black Dragon Sword had also devoured the three major bone quenching realms of the first primary, middle and high ranks, and there was no big problem, but he felt that his whole body was full of vitality.

Both he and it wanted to devour more.

For this reason, Nangong Fan's pupils climbed into a thick blood color.

The black dragon sword groaned softly, shooting the sword rays, and perfectly blended with it.

Nangong Fan moved, swept the afterimage, and swooped forward with a sword. Between them, he also glanced up at the inferior Gu worms that were devouring each other, even if there was an inexplicable threat coming from them, there was still a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and he seemed to feel deep disdain for this.

A blood shadow, a few jumps across a distance of 100 meters, just turned his head and was about to go home, he felt the pressure to sleep, and turned his head.

Blood descends, and death knocks.

The ruvenile wolf head who fell at the end was drowned in blood.

"Damn it!"

The pig-headed man beside him reacted, and his round body jerked forward.

The sound of breaking the air sounded, and the people moved with the sword, and the blood-colored terror quietly shrouded the vicinity, and it was still covering all around.

The blood was gushing like a spring, and Nangong Fan, who was bathed in blood, had a strong sense of coldness all over his body.

All the orcs turned back again.

But everything is too fast, Nangong Fan's long-distance journey may not be a horse opponent like the Demon Blood Horse and the Green Luo Horse, but it is just a movement between square inches, and there are few people of the same level who can compare with it.

Perhaps, also above the ten states.

The exercises that Nangong Fan cultivated, the body techniques and moves he learned, were all that the human race of the Qiqi Continent could crush, not to mention these ordinary orcs who were excluded from the oasis.

The devil was laughing, and the blood was shining brighter and brighter under the moonlight.

It seemed that there was a small snake coiled around Nangong Fan's body, devouring all the souls under the sword.

The black dragon sword passed, the bones were gone, the soul was displaced, and it never entered the reincarnation path, only floating in the belly of the little snake.

Nangong Fan didn't look like a person at all at this time, his slightly feminine face outlined cruelty, and his pupils were full of killing, but there was a hint of calmness.

Who is "he"?

It's no longer a man, it's the devil!

Even when the horse-headed people are reborn and return, at this time, just in terms of momentum, they will fall far behind.

How can orcs compare to demons?

The blade of the sword turns, and all the resistance is so ridiculous, at most, there is one more sword, and it is sure to be cool.

Crashed.

All the orcs in the Xuan Realm had collapsed, and even if the Tiger Thousand Blades were still stimulating them with the breath of the king, they would not mention the courage to fight again.

The timid one, with a wet feeling on the hem of the body covered by animal skin, scared to pee!

The bold ones didn't dare to wave the fragile bone weapon in their hands at this time, turned around, and ran wildly.

This is the real despair, the despair that cannot be generated even by the slightest thought of resistance.

Nangong Fan's eyes did not fluctuate at all, even if he did not resist and would never let go, he didn't care about what was in front of him when he killed the red eye, and the killing was over.

The Black Dragon Sword can even devour blood, but it desperately wants to create a poignant picture of blood spilling all around.

This is a sword with a sickness in the heart.

The holder of it is manipulating, crisscrossing the battlefield, and a stick of incense is less than time.

Nangong Fan first chased and killed the fleeing orcs, and then returned to the original place, beheading the remaining orcs one by one.

Bathed in the blood fountain, his gaze turned to the snake-headed old man who was looking at him.

Licked the corners of his mouth and stepped step by step.

Maybe it's the courage that comes with more people. Thousands of skin stage orcs clenched the fragile sharp weapon in both hands, their eyes shrunk, but they still raised their heads with their chests straight, silently waiting for Nangong Fan's approach.

Like the Terrans, they have no way to retreat, so it is better to fight to the death.

In the field, there was only the sound of Nangong Fanbu's shoes stepping on the sand.

It's closer, Nangong Fan is getting closer and closer to the torrent of more than a thousand people.

One person threw out the sharp weapon in his hand, and everyone threw it out together.

"Courage is commendable, but unfortunately it is too slow. "The first time these orcs heard Nangong Fan's voice, they inexplicably felt a little good, if there was no chill that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, it would be even more perfect.

The corners of Nangong Fan's mouth cracked, as if he was laughing, but under the blood, it became more and more terrifying.

Some of the orcs tried to scream, but they quickly covered their mouths and noses, and they would not allow themselves to give a terror cry of submission to the fragile Terrans at heart. Even if it is death, they must die with their heads held high, and even think that this demon will kill faster, and get out of here quickly, so that the fire they have planted can carry on their hope safely.

I only hope that this devil will not find out that there are people on the ground, and there will be no monsters underground.

Many of these orcs put their hands together on their chests.

Nangong Fan still walked forward without hurrying, without even raising his head, and with a flick of his fingers, he shattered these Xuanjing bone artifacts thrown at him one by one.

Bathed in the rain of broken bones, Nangong Fan's long sword slashed, and his heads rose to the sky.

Nangong Fan showed no mercy, bathed in the blood rain, walked in front of this huge stone house, and approached the old man step by step in the direction of the snake-headed old man.

The snake-headed old man became more and more cold, and the ghostly fire coming out of the tip of the bone staff in his hand became more and more brilliant, and the supernatural power was permeating.

The Gu worms devouring each other in the sky seemed to be on the verge of success, and a blood-colored flesh worm was slowly taking shape, and it seemed to be a little smaller than the previous one.

Suddenly, the face of the snake-headed old man, who had not changed since Nangong Fan started killing, changed his face greatly, and he was no longer indifferent before, he knew that there was a string in the sea that was getting weaker and weaker, and his manipulation of Gu insects was also weakened.

The corners of the snake-headed old man's mouth twitched slightly, and his face quickly returned to indifference, but the hand holding the bone staff was subconsciously clenched, and the sharp nails cut through the skin without noticing, and the blood slowly dripped on the stone surface, splashing around.

The supernatural power is surging in the body.

There was a painful hum from the sky, getting weaker and weaker, followed by a sound similar to that of a person rolling on a bed.

Nangong Fan's eyes were still unmoved, and every time the sword fell, the heads of ten orcs rose into the sky, getting closer and closer to the huge stone house, and it seemed that he could step on the stone steps in just a few steps, competing with the serpentine old man on the same stage.

"You're too slow, too!" the serpentine old man smiled comfortably, his eyes flickering with a hint of ice slag, which seemed to freeze even space.

"Really?" Nangong Fan tilted his head and the corners of his mouth rose, "Just rely on the confidence that the meat worm gave you?"

"Suffer death!" The strange aura imprinted on Nangong Fan's chest.

A humming sound rang out from the sky.

It seemed to be far away just now, but in the blink of an eye, it was close in front of you.

This newly formed Gu worm is becoming more and more amazing in terms of speed.

Nangong Fan's eyes, which had no feelings, were thrown into the air under the slight tilt of his head, where there were also a pair of blood-red eyes getting closer and closer.

The four eyes were facing each other, the same color of blood, and the same full of killing.

This Gu insect seemed to have spiritual intelligence, his eyes flashed with a hint of hesitation, but after his breath ended, his transparent wings trembled slightly, and he chose to avoid Nangong Fan's gaze and flew into the distance.

A drop of blood slipped from the air, and the snake-headed old man spat out a mouthful of muddy, foul-smelling blood.

"Natal Gu, what a lame witchcraft. Nangong Fan muttered in his mouth, and a sword fell.

"No, you can't kill ......"

Before the sound could be completely falling, the snake's head fell to the ground, and the cold breath permeated the stone steps, and the desert was frozen.

Nangong Fan groaned comfortably, not because of the sudden drop in temperature, but because the power that surged from the sword body was too supernatural, and even poured directly into the sea of knowledge.