In order to pursue this sword that was seamlessly connected with Ao Canglan's attack, Nangong Fan actually didn't have time to use many things.

But even so, a sword has its own seven-point strength, but it has no achievements, which makes Nangong Fan a little helpless from the bottom of his heart.

Whenever he thinks that he is invincible in the world and unstoppable, he will push out a person who can slap him to the ground in three or two slaps, so that he understands that everything is just his own delusion.

Nangong Fan suspected that Tiandao couldn't get used to him, but he didn't have any evidence.

The appearance of the battle armor made Xiong Da's eyes lose the calm they had just now, and there was a sense of hysterical madness.

The heavens and the earth seemed to be darkened all of a sudden, and the armor with a black luster was covered with sharp armor thorns, and the armor thorns were slowly wriggling, like the sharp legs of a big spider, which made people feel cold.

Xiong Da's body was filled with gray lines of different shades, and a coldness spread from his body.

The black unknown aura slowly burrowed into Nangong Fan's body, freezing everywhere he went, the cyan spiritual power flowed, flowing with a vibrant flame, and the body seemed to form another more fierce battlefield, cyan and black fought each other, never taking a step back.

There was a gray-black gas emitting from Nangong Fanmao's space, like water vapor, but with a disgusting stench.

Nangong Fan's body suddenly turned black, and then turned cyan again, black lines appeared, and cyan light outlined into a lotus shape.

Nangong Fan felt very uncomfortable, uncomfortable from the bottom of his heart. His whole body seemed to be between an active volcano under the ice, and the feeling of ice and fire made him extremely sour. The entire body is also completely out of his control.

A grim smile hung on the corner of Xiong's big mouth, his face became hideous, the flickering lines on his body slowly stabilized, and he gently slapped his palm, bringing wind and waves, and directly slapped it on the chest of Nangong Fan, who was overwhelmed by the battlefield in his body.

The blue shadow the size of an arm went from the bottom to the top, and there were golden rays flickering between the majestic horns, and the black aura was repelled by Ao Canglan in the void.

The horns collided with the palms, invisible ripples spread in the void, Ao Canglan's body involuntarily flew backwards, crashing into Nangong Fan, who was standing still, and one person and one dragon rolled back.

Xiong Da's figure flickered, followed by disappearing in place, appearing in front of the two of them's tumbling bodies, the roots of the thorn armor were erected, and the palm of his hand brought a brown and black light, vigorous momentum, and dark power, and another blow blasted towards Nangong Fan, who seemed to be powerless to struggle.

Nangong Fan's body squirmed slowly in mid-air, and the black dragon sword firmly grasped in his palm swayed with cyan brilliance, and the green lotus appeared and enveloped his body, bringing a sword shadow full of vitality.

The sword didn't look like a counterattack, but more like a random attack by someone in a panic.

The blow slashed into the air, but the sword shrouded his body.

This blow is aimed at cutting off the dark aura in the body.

With this dark aura at work in his body, his heart is always unstable, and the spiritual power in his body has to spend energy to suppress him, he is already in a weak position, if his strength does not exude seventy percent, this fight will not have to fight.

The devil knows what this breath came from, whether it could be something unclean, whether it would be harmful to the body, and it would never be allowed to run around the body. Early liberation, early transcendence, late liberation and hell.

A sword is ethereal, making people unable to see the foothold of the sword body, like an antelope hanging its horns, and it seems to come from outside the sky.

This sword is the "Divine Sword Technique" recorded in the "Qinglian Sword Classic", with divine power, so that people can not be traced, and can cut people through the skin. According to the "Qinglian Sword Codex", when you practice to the fullest, you can penetrate above the physical body and directly cut off people's souls.

Xiong Da looked at the sword blade with a mysterious aura, shook his body slightly, and stepped forward, and sharp black thorns appeared between his palms and stabbed straight towards Nangong Fan's heart.

Xiong Da's face was hideous, as if he was enduring indescribable pain, but the more painful he was, the more crazy he became.

Dark red pupils, no emotion that a human should have, mixed with silence and bloodlust, he just wants to destroy everything in front of him.

The black battle armor exudes a strange and clear aura.

In Nangong Fan's eyes, Xiong Da at this time was more like a marionette controlled by battle armor, and even the most basic spiritual intelligence would be completely annihilated.

Is he still a bear?

Nangong Fan didn't have the extra heart to think about this problem.

The sharp black thorns had already touched his chest, and a chill welled up in his heart.

But Nangong Fan breathed a sigh of relief and showed a refreshing smile.

A sword slashed all the dark aura that permeated the body, although the body was slightly traumatized as a result, but there were no inexplicable things in the body, and I still felt extremely comfortable from the bottom of my heart.

Nangong Fan's pupils widened slightly, his muscles trembled, and the black scale armor slowly emerged, and the gap between the two black scales on his chest happened to jam the black thorn in the middle.

Although the scales were easily torn apart with just a slight block, this little bit of time was enough for Nangong Fan to make an emergency response.

The brown light under his eyes flashed, and gravity descended, although it was far less than Xiong Da in the use of soil attributes, but the law was a law after all, and it still played its due absolute role.

Xiong's big body paused slightly, Nangong Fan's pupils turned cyan, like two clusters of flames beating under his eyes, and his mind was hooked by the fire hidden in the dantian.

Nangong Fan was afraid that other attack methods would not be able to achieve the desired effect in the face of this strange black battle armor, so he directly used his most powerful attack at this time at such a moment of crisis.

Not only to free themselves, but also to break the enemy.

The best defense is always offense, that's an eternal truth.

There will always be times when the defense is a little bit sloppy. The offense, on the other hand, is able to organize a new attack as soon as the offense fails. Exhaust the enemy from coping.

An attack may fail, but there is always a success.

Nangong Fan didn't think of crossing this hard black battle armor to attack Xiong Da's bare skin.

But seeing that the black weird aura that permeated his battle armor was entangled with the black lines on his body, looking mysterious and strong, Nangong Fan put aside this tempting idea.

Who knows what kind of moth will happen to this seemingly extraordinary mysterious battle armor?

That cold breath can freeze the skin in his body, and it can't directly decay his body.

The fire guide slowly drilled out of the dantian, and the meridians along the way kept agitating, as if it couldn't withstand the violent energy contained in it.

Fortunately, Nangong Fan just came into contact with cultivation is the "Beast Transformation Technique", as a body cultivator, he naturally attaches great importance to the quality of the body, otherwise this body will explode like porcelain.

The fire is a double-edged sword, it doesn't hurt others, but hurts oneself first.

But as a consumable product that uses spiritual power to condense with the help of fire, its power is extremely considerable.

The fire burst out from Nangong Fan's fingertips, and when it first appeared, it was like an inconspicuous small leaf, and the cyan luster around it condensed into one, like a piece of jade, which looked harmless to humans and animals, without the slightest lethality.

But he just got rid of the suppression of Nangong Fan's body, and as soon as he came into contact with the energy between heaven and earth, it boiled like boiling water, and the aura between heaven and earth surged in, forming a huge funnel hanging in the void and burrowing into this tiny "leaf".

Nangong Fan's face changed, as if he had underestimated the power of this "introduction".

Sensing the coldness in his chest that was getting closer and closer, he gritted his teeth, turned his body slightly, let go of his heart, and used his sternum to bear the blow.

The sound of "Zila" sounded, and the sternum was pierced in an instant, and the blue shadow passed by, hitting the black thorn with a cold breath, and the huge impact force spread, knocking the black thorn out of Nangong Fan's body, and turning himself into a blue light and quickly escaping into Nangong Fan's body.

Nangong Fan watched his blood spill out, the hot blood turned into ice cubes and fell to the ground, and a chill that penetrated deep into his soul permeated his whole body from his chest.

It's cold, like the whole body is completely covered with ice.

Nangong Fan had a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth, and flew backwards with the impact.

Nangong Fan flew back ten meters in mid-air, a touch of madness and cruelty appeared in his eyes, and he roared.

"Explode me!"

The sound fell, and the tiny leaves suspended in the sky swelled up in an instant, like a lotus flower whose branches and leaves were about to bloom with beautiful grace. An extremely comfortable warm current rippled around the lotus flower.

Nangong Fan saw that the huge funnel hanging from the sky was completely dyed cyan.

The eyes are full of blue light.

A loud roar resounded through the sky.

The clouds in the sky were all scattered, and circles of cyan ripples spread out in the void, and huge shocks and warm currents struck.

The vision became blurred, and the whole world was only blue light.

A mouthful of hot blood gushed out of Nangong Fan's mouth, but it condensed into black ice at the moment he left his body.

The ears are buzzing and echoing, and I can't stop for a long time.

Nangong Fan was pushed by a huge force and flew farther away, unable to land in the center of the wide ground, and the roads paved with hard stones around him flew and shattered in the void, and countless small, sharp stones were dyed with blue light, like clusters of flames flying in all directions.

The demons are dancing.

Whenever a stone came at him, a blue shadow flashed through his body, swinging away all the rubble for him.

The one-third acre of land where he was located had become the safest place.

Nangong Fan prostrate on the ground, looking at the center of the explosion, smacking his tongue and sighing while cleaning up the dark ice attached to his body.

This fire trigger was also so explosive that it almost tore his body apart when he used it, and if he got closer to the center of the explosion, his body would suffer a second injury.

Although it had long been guessed that this power must be amazing, but it was so earth-shattering, Nangong Fan didn't know how to express it except for being dumbfounded.

Nangong Fan felt his body full of holes, and was once again violently impacted, allowing the cold aura to take advantage of the void, and it had already formed a large scale in his body.

Nangong Fan was lying on his stomach like a dog, looking at the center of the explosion expectantly, waiting for the blue light to slowly dissipate, in the middle of such a violent energy, even the mysterious battle armor couldn't withstand it?

The blue light slowly dissipated, and his eyes gradually became clearer, and everything was displayed in front of his eyes.

The ground was concave into a large area with the center of the explosion as a dot, and the further inward it went, the deeper it sank, as if it had formed layers of stairs that still exuded a cyan sheen, pointing straight to the center of the earth.

The surrounding houses had long since vanished, leaving an empty space in the middle of the city.

Nangong Fan didn't see Xiong Da's figure, and couldn't help but sigh, even if he was now in great strength in the face of Xiong Da, who was still in the middle stage of the legend and the battle armor, he felt that he was like a weasel biting a turtle and had no way to start, but under this fire, it disappeared and turned into nothing.

Nangong Fan couldn't help but feel a little pity, it seems that the power of the fire attraction is too strong, Xiong Da didn't leave the blood that Xiong Er can't destroy now, and is ready to merge with the blood left by Xiong Er, so as to explore where their bloodline comes from, maybe this can make up for the most incomplete point of the Bear Shape Fist.

Comprehending the bear shape, but without the matching bear demon beast essence blood to sublimate, it will be a qualitative improvement, and the bear-shaped fist with its shape can no longer keep up with his current progress.

As for the Eagle Fist, he is not qualified to cultivate now.

Nangong Fan still sighed in his heart, and even made up his mind to use the fire guide cautiously next time, so as not to fail to achieve his original intention of fighting to support the war.