Thundered.

A thunderbolt burst out of the sky.

Illuminates the entire blood-colored night sky.

Bang la blah.

Rain fell from the sky.

Under the light of the blood-colored moon, the rain looked like blood.

Did God cry?

Or is God bleeding?

Nobody knows.

Ning Fan's eyes stared at the void.

He touched the railing in front of him.

"Unexpectedly, the Dragon Guardian Villa and the Hidden Sword Villa are just a sphere of influence under the jurisdiction of the Blood Demon Palace.

It seems that the world is far from being able to understand now, and the people of the Bloody Demon Temple are coming, and it's time to collect taxes?"

Ning Fan suddenly smiled bitterly.

"I thought that in Qinglong City, the Star Palace family would be dominant from now on, it seems that I am still too naïve. ”

"Cheng, since this world is so big, then I will step on it step by step, I am Ning Fan, I want to become the most powerful king in this world. ”

Ambition is there.

If a person has no ambition, what is the difference between living and salting fish?

Since God has asked me Ning Fan to be extraordinarily talented and let me practice swordsmanship, then I will create a country and create an era.

No one knew that on a rainy day under the blood moon, in the middle of the night, a man leaning on the railing and looking at the starry sky made such a grand wish.

However, Ning Fan did not get carried away.

The icy rain quickly calmed him down.

"When a person's ambition and strength are unbalanced and mismatched, they must calm down, strengthen themselves and strengthen their abilities. ”

Ning Fan clenched his fists.

The jade note in his hand turned into pieces and scattered on the ground.

At the same time, he strung the two copper coins around his waist together, wore them on his chest, and wrapped them in his sword coat.

......

"Mr. Lan, I'm Jian Yunyang. ”

Outside Qinglong City, a hundred miles away, in an octagonal pavilion, there is a person.

Wearing a black sword suit.

looked at a blood-colored sedan chair that suddenly flew in the distance.

Suddenly, he shouted into the distance.

The sedan chair was carried by four people.

The palanquin bearers are all agile and wearing blood-colored sword clothes.

They looked like they were stepping on the ground, but on tiptoe, they were already ten meters away.

Whoosh, throbbing.

The body is smart, like a ghost.

The rain fell, but when it came to the blood-colored sedan chair, it bounced off automatically.

There is a layer of blood-colored brilliance on the blood-colored sedan chair, looming.

Jian Yunyang was here, waiting for a long time.

He had been waiting, waiting for an opportunity.

When he heard Jian Yunyang's shout, the people in the sedan chair suddenly sighed.

"In the past. ”

The voice in the sedan chair was a little shriek.

But, the palanquin drivers, they all heard it clearly.

The sedan chair men are all masters at the sword level.

In the blink of an eye, the palanquin man had come to the octagonal pavilion.

Boom.

The sedan chair fell, and a layer of dust and rain smashed up on the ground.

Jian Yunyang immediately bowed to the ground, his legs on the ground.

Leaning forward, he threw his hands to the ground, as if on a pilgrimage.

The sedan chair opened, and a hand, a white hand, poked out.

The hands are very white, like white jade.

The curtain opened, and the people inside did not come out.

Inside the curtain, it was pitch black, and it was impossible to see what the people in the sedan chair looked like.

"Jian Yunyang, son of Jian Lan Qingkong. The man in the sedan chair said in a deep voice.

"Yes, Mr. Lan. Jian Yunyang still bowed to the ground.

"What's the matter with you? Aren't I almost at your Hidden Sword Villa?"

"What, you want to prepare a gift for me in advance?" Mr. Lan in the sedan chair suddenly smiled.

His smile was a little weird.

Jian Yunyang felt a pressure, which swept over in an instant.

Let his forehead, sweat dripping down in big drops.

"My dad died. Jian Yunyang's voice suddenly carried pathos.

"Jian Lan Qingkong is dead?"

Mr. Lan's tone was slightly surprised, but then Gu Bo was not shocked and was extremely calm.

"Aren't you happy then? You can be the owner of the Tibetan Sword Villa. ”

"Mr. Lan, I can't do it. Jian Yunyang still said sadly.

"Oh, what are you doing here?" Mr. Lan asked lightly.

It seems that the death of Jian Ran Qingkong is nothing to him.

The way of sword cultivation is to go against the sky, and if you die, you will die.

"I want to avenge my father. Jian Yunyang raised his head.

"Revenge?" Mr. Lan paused.

"The way of sword cultivation, either you die or I die, if any of the people in the jurisdiction of the Blood Demon Hall die, I will have to take care of the Blood Demon Palace, then wouldn't it be exhausting for me to wait?" Mr. Lan said in a sharp tone, and suddenly smiled.

"Mr. Lan, I know the rules of the Blood Demon Palace, and I also know the rules of swordsmanship, the strong live, and the weak die, but I still ask Mr. Lan for help. Jian Yunyang said with a firm look in his eyes.

"Why are you?" said Mr. Lan, scoffing.

Jian Yunyang didn't say anything, and took out a brocade box from his sword clothes.

He handed it to the palanquin.

The palanquin man handed it to Mr. Nelan, the palanquin.

Silence, endless silence.

Suddenly, Mr. Lan spoke.

"I can help you. ”

Jian Yunyang's face suddenly turned happy and excited.

"Thank you, Mr. Lan. ”

Jian Yun threw himself to the ground and knelt down.

"But don't be busy rejoicing. Mr. Lan suddenly said in a deep voice.

Jian Yunyang's expression was awe-inspiring, and his tone was suffocated.

Glance inside the sedan chair.

However, inside the sedan chair, it was dark and dark, and nothing could be seen.

"I only have one trick. Mr. Lan said.

The tone is indifferent, without any element of rejection.

Jian Yunyang smiled.

"Thank you, Mr. Lan. ”

Mr. Lan's words made him feel like he had taken a reassuring pill.

......

The curtain of the blood-colored sedan chair fell.

The four blood-clothed palanquins, whoosh, raised their arms, and the palanquin fell on their shoulders.

In the dark night, the rain fell, and the four palanquin drivers moved forward.

Whoosh, move forward.

In the blink of an eye, they appeared ten meters away.

In the blink of an eye, the blood-colored sedan chair disappeared into the night.

It's like a ghost.

There was a mist in the sky.

In the mist, the distant mountains look misty.

Everything, exudes weirdness.

Everything, and the coolness comes through the body.

Jian Yun looked up to the sky and laughed, laughing.

He stretched out his hands and let the rain fall.

"Ning Fan, you will definitely die. ”

"Mr. Lan is a master of the sword pill, a move, even if it is a move, is not something you can resist. ”

"I want you to die, I want you to die!!"

In the Land of Sealed Demons, Ning Fan ruined everything.

made his sword pill dream also shattered.

Even more died father.

This was a desperate blow to him.

He almost collapsed.

However, he then calmed down.

Found a silver lining.

During his trip to the Land of Sealed Demons, he found that Ning Fan's growth was too fast.

made him unable to have the confidence to kill Ning Fan for a while.

"Even if you have the secret method of the Demon Dao, what then? You still die. ”

Jian Yunyang laughed wildly, his eyes red.

......

Three days later, the Palace of the Stars.

Ning Fan planned to deal with today's matter and prepare to return to the sect.

"Young master, here. ”

The greedy wolf came all the way from outside the Star Palace, came to Ning Fan's side, and gave his hand to report.

"Oh, go out and greet you. ”

Ning Fan flicked his sword robe, and then quickly walked towards the outside of the Star Palace.