Xiao Zhenren's face under the mask kept twitching, and he didn't even react at all to what was happening in front of him, because this matter was completely different from what he expected, demon!

Even if he rushed over at that time, would he be able to save the Holy Sword True Man Yu Zhihai?

The six real people of the True Heaven Palace, just one less than that, and even the sixth-order best weapons were taken away by Wen Fan, if he couldn't kill Wen Fan, how should he explain when he returned to the Fire True Empire?

Tang Zhenxi, who was wilting on the side, had already been scared to pee, because he had been drinking urine these days, Tang Zhenxi had probably been poisoned, his face was green, his eye sockets were black, and he looked even more embarrassed than those beggars in the capital, and now he saw that Wen Fan, who he wanted to kill, was so powerful, and his heart of revenge had already been shattered.

Tang Zhenxi's eagerness now is that everyone over there should hurry up, if they don't drink water, they will die here, and then smell the smell on their bodies, tsk...... Even Xiao Zhenren hid far away.

The people of each empire, seeing Wen Fan's group leave, also set out on their own way home, and they all remembered a name, 'Wen Fan'.

When there were only fragments of the corpse of the Holy Sword True Man left in the oasis, Tang Zhenxi crawled down from the sand dune and arched into the lake, regardless of whether he had drunk the blood and flesh of the Holy Sword Real Man, and drank a full heart.

Wen Fan held Nanjiangyu in his arms all the way, his steps were as fast as meteors, and the power of wood kept instilling in Nanjiangyu's body.

Wen Fan has never been afraid of evil forces, nor is he afraid of death, what he is most afraid of is that others will pay their sincerity to themselves, because it is difficult to repay sincerity, how can Wen Fan not be heartbroken if he is willing to die for himself.

The group of people from the Martial Saint Academy hurried away, but those students whose strength was at the sixth or seventh level of the two poles did not have the speed of Wen Fan and the Nine Elders, so they had to move forward with the speed of the person with the lowest strength.

There are still two people in the desert, who have been chasing the Martial Saint Academy, Xiao Zhenren is looking for an opportunity, looking for an opportunity to kill Wen Fan, and Tang Zhenxi is looking forward to returning to the national capital as soon as possible, this trip to the desert is too painful.

The Ninth Elder looked at the panting group of students, and said to Wen Fan: "Wen Fan, you can get out of the desert in two hours, these senior brothers of yours have no strength, we might as well rest for a while, let them slow down and hurry again." ”

Wen Fan looked at the senior brothers, and they were indeed unable to walk, but Wen Fan was so anxious that he just wanted to return to the national capital as soon as possible, because only by returning to the national capital and cooperating with the pill to repair the dantian could Nanjiang Yu avoid the loss of cultivation.

Wen Fan lowered his head and pondered for a moment, and resolutely said: "Ninth Elder, you and your senior brothers have a little rest, I will take Senior Brother Nanjiangyu to take the first step, and go back earlier, there will be a little more hope!"

The Ninth Elder also knew Nan Jiangyu's situation very well, and after thinking about it, there would be no danger with Wen Fan's strength, so he nodded and said, "Okay, you take Nan Jiangyu back to the national capital and go to the Elder Hall as soon as possible, the Great Elder has medicine to repair the dantian, be more careful along the way!"

Wen Fan continued to hurry with Nan Jiangyu in his arms, for Wen Fan, if he couldn't save Nan Jiangyu, then Wen Fan's heart would be very painful, just like Xiaoyue's death back then.

Wen Fan took the first step alone, making Xiao Zhenren, who had been waiting for an opportunity, happy, it was really a godsend, if the people of the Martial Saint Academy had been together, there really would be no chance, Wen Fan, your death time has come!

Xiao Zhenren swept towards Wen Fan like a meteor, and at some point there was an extra blood-red ghost head knife in his hand, which looked like a slaughtering blade that had killed countless people, and the blade did not have a trace of luster, but it was a genuine sixth-order best weapon.

Wen Fan was holding Nanjiang Yu in his arms, and his speed was naturally a little slower, but his divine consciousness was always released, and Wen Fan had the infinite power of the original power to support, and he didn't have to think about the problem of being unsettling.

Wen Fan's consciousness suddenly noticed that someone was approaching him quickly, and with a strong killing intent, it was obvious that someone wanted to sneak attack, a sneer appeared at the corner of Wen Fan's mouth, hum, if you want to sneak attack me, it's not so easy!

Wen Fan drank lightly in his mouth, and his body disappeared immediately.

Xiao Zhenren was preparing to deliver a fatal blow to Wen Fan, but he suddenly lost his target, and he didn't feel it, what's going on? Obviously it's only a few zhang away, how can it be gone, can it still fly?

Wen Fan can be invisible, but Nanjiang rain can't, Wen Fan can only be invisible at the moment of invisibility Nanjiang rain into the netherworld road, the biggest advantage of this netherworld road is that it is a world of its own, the netherworld road is different from a small bag, although the bag space can also put down a person, but the living person can not be put down.

Wen Fan disappeared, but did not immediately attack the comer, because his divine sense detected that there was another person chasing after him.

It's really troublesome, I'm in a hurry, there are still people who want to sneak attack him, and it's two, and this one is also a master of the tribulation period, Wen Fan looked coldly at the man in black who was fluting, this person's mask is the same as the man in black who robbed and killed him in the national capital!

Hmph! There is also a two-pole gang qi eight-layer late-stage one in the back, so I'll go and solve him first, and then come back and kill you!

Killing a two-pole Gang Qi Eighth Layer was easy for Wen Fan, and Wen Fan quietly returned and headed towards the person who was rushing.

However, when Wen Fan saw the face like a flower in the desert, he was a little surprised, how could this guy be here?

Tang Zhenxi finally drank the water, and before he could recover his strength, he was kicked by Xiao Zhenren and started tracking all the way, how could this kid keep up with Xiao Zhenren's speed, he was tired.

But he didn't dare to pull too far away, in case he was left alone, the sand wolf and the Sky Splitting Lion in this desert were not vegetarian, and Tang Zhenxi didn't want to feed this body to the wolf in the desert.

Although Wen Fan was surprised by Tang Zhenxi's appearance in the desert, when he thought of the man in black appearing at the same time, he suddenly understood that the person who betrayed himself in the national capital that day should be Tang Zhenxi!

This time, you won't be given a second chance.

Wen Fan took out the sighing blade, and when Tang Zhenxi was still a foot away from Wen Fan, Wen Fan suddenly appeared and scared Tang Zhenxi who was running, I am an ancestor!

Tang Zhenxi saw that the person in front of him turned out to be Wen Fan, and his soul was scattered, and his body almost hit Wen Fan, but when Tang Zhenxi was about to hit him, Wen Fan was almost blown away by a strong and pungent smell, what kind of smell is this!

With a "bang", Tang Zhenxi's body shot backwards and flew away, landing on the ground and maintaining a perfect kneeling position.

Tang Zhenxi is already in despair, could it be that Xiao Zhenren has been killed by Wen Fan? Isn't he a lamb to be slaughtered.

Wen Fan glanced at Tang Zhenxi in disgust, such a person, killing him is really a bit dirty, such a person can't stay in the world, there is nothing to ask, Wen Fan's sigh blade flew out, a streamer crossed Tang Zhenxi's neck, Wen Fan raised his hand to take the sigh blade back into the bag, did not look at Tang Zhenxi again, turned to leave.

Tang Zhenxi's frightened eyes were still looking at Wen Fan's departing back, but he couldn't say anything to ask for mercy, because although his head was still on his neck, there was no contact.

His head only stayed on his neck for less than a breath, and the head, which had not completely lost its senses, saw his head washed up into the sky with blood, and then fell to the ground, and saw his body slowly fall, and for the first and last time, he clearly saw his entire buttocks without looking in the mirror.

It won't be long before the smell of blood here attracts hordes of sand wolves, and in the end, there will only be a pile of bones left here, buried in the yellow sand—to be continued