Di Qing suddenly felt a palpitating power.

A cold sweat suddenly broke out in the palm of his hand.

"Not good. ”

However, he wanted to retreat quickly, but it was too late.

A brilliant golden brilliance spread out around Ning Fan's body.

The golden brilliance formed a protective shield that completely enveloped him.

The surrounding sword qi attacked the golden shield, but it seemed to attack on the gold and iron, making a sonorous sound and sparks.

However, in Ning Fan's hand, he already held a golden sword talisman.

"Die. ”

Rumble.

There was an explosion, and a mushroom cloud rose from the bloody hall.

Like fireworks, dazzling, resounding through the nine skies, lighting up most of the night sky.

All the monks in the Blood Demon Hall felt as if the heavens and the earth were shaking.

Billowing dust and smoke came out, and the palace that was originally built to be extremely luxurious was also reduced to fragments and rubble.

The people who were close to Ning Fan didn't have time to make a sound at all, and their bodies were completely torn apart by the golden sword qi.

Di Qing couldn't even use his body, and sneered.

The sword qi entered his heart, shattering his body, and he saw with his own eyes that his body was dismantled into eight pieces, and finally turned into pieces.

His soul, with endless unwillingness, was completely turned into powder.

Yuwen Jun turned into a streamer of light and quickly dodged.

He had a warning at the beginning, so he was cautious.

However, even if he was cautious, he was attacked by the golden sword rune.

In his split-hearted, incredulous moment, he completely understood why a layer of golden light appeared on Ning Fan's body, and why the corners of his mouth raised a smile.

It turned out that he had premeditated, and it turned out that he had a back hand.

"Damn Ning Fan. ”

Yu Wenjun's voice was hoarse, and the whole person was smashed into the ruins, and blood kept spurting out of his mouth.

He struggled, squeezing out all his strength, to break out of the rubble, dig a hole, push away the rubble, and emerge with a head.

He breathed in the fresh air, felt much better, and breathed a lot easier.

But the injuries in the body are very serious, and they definitely can't be healed overnight.

He immediately took out the elixir and swallowed it in his mouth.

But when he looked around, he found that the people were already dead.

There were so many people just now, and he was the only one who survived.

"At least...... At least have the strength of the sword soul level. ”

"This breath...... It's so familiar, it's the Wine Sword Immortal, the last remnant of the Wine Sword Immortal, I understand, I finally understand. ”

Yu Wenjun's face was pale, his eyes were extremely excited, and the blood was even more wow, spurting out of his nose and mouth.

"It's the Wine Sword Immortal, the Wine Sword Immortal used his skills to make a sword talisman to protect Ning Fan's life. ”

No wonder he didn't run, but was full of confidence. ”

Yuwenjun wants to cry without tears, how can this be?

He really miscalculated.

"If it weren't for my quick reaction and cautiousness, I guess I would be dead by now. ”

Yu Wenjun was extremely emotional, his heart palpitated, his heart was now full of fear, and he had become a frightened bird.

The strength of the sword soul, and its terrifyingness, can destroy the hill with one move.

This kind of strength is like a demon, who can resist it?

It was a blessing in misfortune that he survived.

"You understand now? Unfortunately, it's too late. ”

Suddenly, a cold sound sounded from the darkness, making Yu Wenjun's heart tremble suddenly.

It was as if he had seen death, and his eyes immediately lifted.

His eyes widened with a hint of fear.

"Ning Fan!"

Ning Fan stared at Yu Wenjun with a smile.

"That's right, that's me. ”

Ning Fan walked to Yu Wenjun's side, and the bloodstained sword in his hand was already clenched.

The sword on the bloodstained sword is uncertain, as long as he swings out the sword casually, he can kill Yuwen Jun.

Yu Wenjun's eyes shrank suddenly, "You want to kill me?"

"yes, you're kind of self-aware. ”

"Yuwenjun, do you know how many years I have been waiting for this day?"

"It's been years, and I've been holding a grudge against you since the moment you killed my Fubo, and I've been looking for an opportunity. ”

"Back then, I promised Fu Bo in my heart that I would definitely cut off your head and come to pay tribute to Fu Bo. ”

"Now, I can finally get my wish fulfilled. ”

"On this list of killers, there is a record of the people who killed my Fubo back then, and I have already eliminated eight or nine out of ten of the people on it. ”

"It's a pity, Wu Qingfeng didn't die under my sword, but died under the sword cloud raising the sword, which is really a trick. ”

"But you're different, I can kill it myself. ”

Lift the sword, the sword is swallowed.

Whoosh, the sword has been raised.

Through the air, Yu Wenjun could feel the sharp murderous aura on the blade of the sword, this blood-stained sword was a spirit sword, it could definitely sharpen iron like clay, and cut off his head with a sword.

At this moment, Yu Wenjun was a little scared.

The Yuwen Army, who was originally high, also had times when he was afraid, and there were times when he was afraid of death.

"You...... You can't kill me. ”

"I am the Elder of the Sword Sect. ”

"If you kill me, you will betray the master, and the elders of the Sword Sect will never spare you. ”

"Hahahaha. ”

Ning Fan suddenly laughed wildly.

"I didn't expect that the originally vicious and ruthless Yuwen Army, the originally high-minded Yuwen Army, would also have a day of fear. ”

"But, let me tell you, even if you scream and beg for mercy today, and knock your head to pieces, I will not forgive you. ”

Ning Fan's eyes were about to split, and suddenly a ruthless energy burst out from his heart.

The qi of the dantian rushed through the meridians and completely gathered on the arm.

The arm holding the sword suddenly swung down with a sword.

There was a feeling of earth-shattering.

Bite.

A piece of rain seems to fall from the sky.

But it didn't fall from the sky.

Diagonally shot from a distance.

Ning Fan felt that the blood-stained sword in his hand was as if he had been hit by tens of millions of huge forces.

Sou.

The bloodstained sword came out of his hand and plunged into the ground.

The blade shook violently and let out a soft groan.

Ning Fan's body retreated again and again, and he was forced to take a few steps back by a huge force.

Ning Fan's eyes shrank, revealing surprise.

Suddenly look to the east.

But in the void, standing at the tip of a palace ruin, there was a white-clothed sword cultivator, under the moonlight, it was extremely ethereal.

"Who are you?"

"Ning Fan, you can't kill him. An ethereal voice came from the mouth of the white-clothed sword cultivator.

"Sect Master Sword Dust?" Ning Fan's eyes showed surprise.

"That's right, it's me. Jian Chen was holding a flute in his hand, he had almost reached the realm of breaking the void, maybe he was already in the realm of breaking the void.

Therefore, everything in heaven and earth can become a weapon in his hands.

Even if it's just a drop of water, it can defeat countless attacks.

"Why?" Ning Fan asked Jian Chen.

Jian Chen's long hair was completely silver-white.

The night wind blew suddenly, and his silver hair was like flying snow.

Jian Chen said slowly: "Because of him, I am still useful, Ning Fan Xiaoyou, for the sake of my face, let him live." ”

"I'll let him live, who will let me Fubo live?" Ning Fan suddenly roared.

The suction of his palm surged, and he was angry, and the blood-stained sword that was originally inserted into the ground three feet deep was instantly grabbed by him.

(End of chapter)