Dou Ning Butterfly seems to have become younger all of a sudden, I don't know how many years old, and the whole person looks cute. Between the movements, there is not even the slightest demonic nature, and between the words, the breath of holiness comes to the face.

This holiness is mixed with a pink, demagogic atmosphere.

It makes people have nosebleeds, makes people wake up from their sleep, and can't let go of it for a long time.

The first to change were the three of the most humble of the twelve demon disciples, and only the three of them in a group of twelve people were quietly falling asleep. The snoring suddenly disappeared, and his body turned pink visibly, and his breathing became rapid.

They woke up, their eyes filled with rage of desire.

"Butterflies hurt so much. Dou Ningdie innocently rubbed her plump buttocks that fell on the ground, her eyes looked around blankly as if she could speak, she seemed to be a little confused, and her beautiful eyes were locked on Nangong Fan's swaying back. The faint feeling in my heart seems to be the hope of my own life?

"Don't bully my brother!" the ripe peach came out with the sound of a green apple.

The thrill is unimaginable to many people.

Fortunately, except for a few people, everyone else was unable to extricate themselves under the light of Yu Linglong, and the voice of "It's better to sleep", otherwise dozens of people were afraid that they would riot directly.

The few people who are sane and clear, the focus of attention is not here.

They were solemnly watching what would happen to this "only" consummation of combat power under the joint efforts of the two great dao sects.

The Sun Moon Sect seemed to be just dancing with a sword, without a single burst of murderous intent, everything was going on quietly.

Many people in the Dream Gate were also short of breath, and it was also a great torture for them to keep casting spells with all their might.

The skill of the dream gate is to care about the divine power, and it is more about confusing the other party's soul quietly and without a breath, making people fall into a dream, and hurt the root from the dream. In the face of failure in the dream door, they often recuperate for a long time before they can recover, and in serious cases, they are even addicted to the dream scene and can never wake up again.

This kind of skill requires them to use all their strength, but it minimizes the damage between the gods and souls.

But this is not invincible in the world, as long as the caster senses the stimulation of the outside world, the possibility of waking up is also extremely high.

And for cultivators, the killing machine is the existence that can keep them vigilant at all times.

The Sun Moon Sect acted like this, and it seemed that there was no murderous intention in dancing, but it was extremely clever in cooperating with the method of entering the dream gate.

When the long sword arrives, even if Nangong Fan can break free from his sleep and wake up, it will be too late.

Eight green rainbows danced under the moonlight, even if the power was not as fierce as it was under the restraint of killing intent, but in the face of an enemy who had no resistance, this was the Death Scythe.

It's closer, it's getting closer and closer to Nangong Fan's body.

Nangong Fan didn't completely fall asleep, his hazy eyes found the crisis, but his sluggish body made him unable to react.

The lovely voice, with an exciting atmosphere, permeated the courtyard, dyeing it an ambiguous pink.

A nameless fire surged from the heart.

Nangong Fan's eyes changed, like a beating flame, and he needed to vent.

But the sword light was already in front of him, and the eight Sun Moon Sect disciples changed their moves quite quickly, and the soft sword flower instantly became powerful, and a violent killing machine burst out.

"Xuanyue is ruthless!"

"Zila. ”

Nangong Fan's body was instantly cut through eight gaps of different depths, but the flame in his heart burned even more vigorously.

"Ahh

The ground undulated, and countless earth and rocks flew up, heading towards the surroundings.

Without the support of the people of the Taoist Sect, this simple formation that shrouded the courtyard was torn apart in an instant.

The force of the rage soared into the sky from the courtyard.

Nangong Fan moved, under the blood sprinkling around his body, like a tiger in estrus, the wind and clouds surged between the movements, as fast as lightning, crossing this extremely short distance.

"Bang!"

Blood spilled in the courtyard, and one person rose to the sky.

Nangong Fan licked the corners of his chapped mouth, and the murderous intent in his heart became more and more surging.

The Black Dragon Sword is here!

The sword was in his hand, and the blood fell.

There was a clanging sound.

The sword was broken, fortunately, this person was the only peak of the Sun Moon Sect except for Xu Sheng, and his reaction was also extremely fast, the broken blade was blocked forward, and the other hand was quickly sealed.

The yin-yang diagram looms, but it is not the most orthodox black and white.

Red and blue, like the sun and the moon, the strange power pushed forward, slightly swinging the black dragon sword, the broken blade was thrown forward, and the whole person floated backwards with the wind.

Nangong Fan knocked down the broken blade with one punch, a hole appeared, and blood dripped down, but he didn't seem to notice it, and his pupils danced with excited flames.

He felt like he was going to burn, and the blood was dripping from his body, and he felt more comfortable.

He was intoxicated by the feeling.

"Brother, you're so scary!"

This was like a basin of cold water poured down directly, and the flames that were beating around in Nangong Fan's body turned into nothingness in an instant.

"Hmm, what happened just now?" Nangong Fan felt the pain spreading from all over his body, especially on his fist, ten fingers connected to his heart, and none of the five fingers of the entire palm were still intact.

This experience seems to be the same as when it was demonic, but it is slightly different.

Now I can't care so much, the battle between several people is called an earth-shattering, and without the formation to cover it, it has already been exposed.

Not long after the silence fell, Qi Mall fried the pot again.

None of these people in the rivers and lakes are not short-tempered, and staying here will only increase the trouble.

Nangong Fan deeply glanced at all the people present who had attacked him, "I just saved people, I just fed the dog and forgot about it, I hope you don't forget who the biggest enemy is at this time." What else does it have to do with me?"

In the midst of laughter, Nangong Fan turned his back to the righteous person, his steps were like the wind, and he picked up the cute Douning Butterfly at this time.

Leave the courtyard directly with the Twelve Demon Disciples.

If any nervous Jianghu people want to make a scene, it will be an uproar.

"Amitabha!" Zhen Anmo recited the Buddhist scriptures, he was the one who was saved by Nangong Fan himself. In this way, it really means revenge, and I can't help but feel guilty.

Jiao Xia's face turned slightly pale, and as soon as he grasped the jade Linglong suspended in mid-air, his voice was extremely weak, "Let's withdraw first!"

"I won't go with you next. Yu Ning laughed, led his subordinates, and turned into a holy light and went away, but it seemed that this direction was heading in the direction that Nangong Fan and they left.

In the blink of an eye, the building was empty.

Nangong Fan hugged the simple Douning Butterfly who seemed to know nothing at this time, and his eyes were closed.

The plump body moved around, unable to avoid skin contact, and the flames that had disappeared seemed to be burning again.

It's just that there is no one else to interfere with, and Nangong Fan is no longer as unbearable as before.

"Brother, we're actually flying! Wuhu!" Dou Ningdie's face, which could make all the men intoxicated, was full of excitement, and it seemed that it had really completely turned into a three-year-old child.

Holding a mature little guy like this, he can't even smell the smell of decay.

Is this really a different person? Or is this the truest tofu Shih Tzu?

Nangong Fan's eyes were slightly moved, thinking about all kinds of possibilities.

The group fled directly away from Qi Mall and disappeared on the plain.

As soon as he stood up, a holy light caught up.

In order to take care of a few people with low strength, they are just normal mid-level legendary flight speeds, and it is not surprising that they are easily caught up by a peak powerhouse.

"Brother Yu Ning, is there anything wrong with catching up alone?" Nangong Fan put the light bean condensing butterfly on the ground, even if he knew that even if she just let it go and threw it down, she would not have the slightest pain, but she still subconsciously did so.

The aggrieved Dou Ning Butterfly, the splash of water in her eyes loomed, gently tugging at the corner of Nangong Fan's clothes, as if she wanted to try the taste of flying in the air.

"I can bring her back to consciousness, all you have to do is give her to me and I will send her to the Holy City. Yu Ning stood in the air, holding a staff in his hand, with a righteous face.

"Get out!" Nangong Fan's eyes were indifferent, but his tone was very indifferent.

"Boy, you're not qualified to ......" Yu Ning was extremely unwilling and continued to shout.

"Get out!" Nangong Fan spoke this time, not as relaxed as just now, brown ripples rippled, and a punch was directly smashed.

Yu Ning's dashing figure in the air staggered, his eyes flashing with fear, "God said that sooner or later, the holy light will shine on the earth. ”

"Haha, don't regret it, boy. Yu Ning seemed to have completely turned into a ray of light, and actually broke away from Nangong Fan's gravity realm, avoided the unstoppable punch, and returned to the little brother who had finally arrived, changing direction and moving away.

Nangong Fan's eyes fluctuated slightly, and he stood with his fists closed, silently looking at the brightly lit Qi Mall. Do you want to add another fire?

It's not that Nangong Fan doesn't want to catch up and give Yu Ning a painful lesson, the twelve demon disciples belong to the Demon Sect, but Dou Ning Die is a person who asks the Heavenly Demon Sect, how can he not be completely relieved to hand over the incomparably simple Dou Ning Butterfly to Long Face and the others at this time.

What if they have some crooked thoughts?

"Brother, I still have to ......" Dou Ningdie pouted and kept "Wuhu".

Nangong Fan couldn't help but smile, looking at the "Lori" in his ear, a strange aura permeated his body, enveloping him and the dragon's face.

"Did she ever do that?"

"No, it's never been like this. The dragon shook his head, looking at Nangong Fan, who was covered in blood and had a faint momentum that was even more magnificent, and couldn't help but feel a trace of fear in his heart.

It's like a god of war who never tires!

"What did your ancestor say?" Nangong Fan said leisurely and easily changed the topic.

He said he had been wary of it for a long time. ”

"Bullshit. Nangong Fan rolled his eyes, "One of these old men is better than the other, Lao Tzu doesn't say it, what does he know?"

No matter how swollen the dragon's face was, he didn't dare to accept this, and he was stunned.

"It's boring, and others aren't here anymore. What else did you say?" Nangong Fan continued to ask.

"He said that it was okay for him to kill two or three people, but if he really killed this army of nearly a million, did he want him to die? The dragon's eyes trembled twice, "Hei Shao, I was cursed like this by the ancestor, it's all your fault." ”

Nangong Fan's face was strange, where had he vaguely heard this similar statement?

Hmm, is it in the story told by the master? I thought about it for a long time, but I didn't have a reason, shook my head and threw my thoughts away.

"But I heard the meaning of the ancestor's words, we can do it ourselves, but this matter has nothing to do with him. The dragon face hesitated, but still spoke.

"Well, let's do it ourselves? What's the difference between him doing it himself? Nangong Fan wondered in his heart, Ben Shao came to contact you people from famous cities, just to borrow strength, why did everything push on him?

This is obviously a matter of your famous city and the last dynasty, there is wood!

"The water source is there. But what kind of laxative can poison millions of troops together?" Nangong Fan muttered to himself, feeling a great headache.

"What are you doing with laxatives? It's better to use poison directly. The bare pupils of the dragon's face swelled with a terrifying blood.

Nangong Fan's eyes shrank, and his heart trembled.

With poison, indeed, is the best solution.

But who can really do it?

Who will bear this cause and effect, and who will dare to bear it?

Thinking of this, Nangong Fan's eyes froze, flashing with a touch of murderous intent, staring at the dragon's face.