The deity had piercing pupils, one fiery red, like an eternally beating flame, and one icy blue, like ice that would not melt for thousands of years.

Ice and fire, a perfect blend without the slightest breakthrough.

Before the picture fully unfolds, the warm current and the cold air come together.

The fury seemed to come from the sky.

Nangong Fan's prostrate body froze, and he was completely pressed to the ground.

He struggled to raise his head and looked at the man who had stepped into reality from the painting.

The man's body was a little slender but not so small, but as huge as a god. His eyes were closed, and he held a short spear about the size of his black dragon sword.

The short spear has a crystal head and a blue and red handle, revealing a strong spirituality.

The long hair was coiled on the top of his head, a trace of hair fell to his waist, his resolute face was as if he had been cut by a knife, and the corners of his mouth outlined a sarcastic smile, as if he was laughing at Nangong Fan's cowardice.

A nameless fire rose, and for some reason, Nangong Fan didn't want him to disappoint, didn't want him to laugh at himself.

A force poured out from all four limbs, and Nangong Fan stood up.

He took a step tenaciously, and the sky and the earth were vast, gradually becoming clear.

It seemed that just now it was just an illusion in a trance in his weakened state.

The quaint, gloomy house comes into view, and the man in the painting sits upright in the center.

The striking spear lay in front of him, like a sleeping dragon.

His eyes were tightly closed, and he slowly opened them the moment Nangong Fan appeared in the house.

The gods were like fire, exploding in the void. The whole house suddenly flourished.

His face was a little strange, looking at Nangong Fan in front of him, his hoarse voice was sonorous and powerful, "How long has it been? Has anyone reached this step so soon?"

Before Nangong Fan could reply, he tilted his head slightly, and there seemed to be a smile in his eyes, "Who are you, why do you feel so familiar?"

The words were still ringing, and an inexplicable warm current poured down from the surrounding void, giving Nangong Fan's tired body a booster.

The scars all over the body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, some of the loose pupils were re-opened, and the empty spiritual power in the body was refilled.

Resurrection at full health!

The man stood up straight and clapped his hands with a "snap", "It doesn't matter who you are, with the help of the energy of this ancient road to the heavens, you can recover, so that you can be happy, and no one will laugh at me for bullying future generations." ”

This is a person who has rooted pride in his bones, and he disdains to take advantage of even the slightest advantage.

Nangong Fan's pupils were full of battle intent, no matter who gave him an inexplicable familiar feeling in front of him, he was resurrected with full blood, he just wanted to say, the battle was enough!

"Be careful. The man smiled slightly, even if Nangong Fan was a man, he felt a little good-looking, and a different kind of charm bloomed.

The man's voice fell, his pupils were like fire, the corners of his eyes were slightly wrinkled, and his eyebrows slowly opened a pupil.

Flames filled the air, and pupils froze like frost.

Pupil of Fire and Ice.

Mysterious power was pervasive, and the man seemed to have discovered something, and there was a touch of strangeness in his eyes, and he said indifferently, "My name is Nangong Bufan!"

Nangong Fan's eyes froze slightly, his face was full of surprise, the penultimate step was the legendary man whose name was very similar to his?

"What vein are you?"

Nangong Fan was stunned, what is this guy talking about? Why can't I understand, he is only a character from hundreds of years ago, and the generation gap between me and him is not as deep as I imagined, right?

Nangong Fan was puzzled, but he still gave a return salute to show his respect for this legendary man who had heard of it I don't know how many times, "My name is Nangong Fan, please advise." ”

"Extraordinary and ordinary, ordinary and extraordinary. Interesting, interesting. Nangong Bufan slowly straightened his body. The crackling sound kept exploding, and the thin body exuded a strong momentum.

With his body as the boundary, while condensing the hoarfrost all over the ground, it turned into a sea of fire.

Two completely different forces turned into a Taiji diagram, which he trampled underfoot.

The eyebrows kept shaking, and the powerful momentum instantly filled the audience.

"If anyone asks you that in the future, remember to tell him that you are of the four veins. ”

The voice was still lingering in Nangong Fan's ears, and the figure was still lingering in the depths of his pupils.

Nangong Fan felt a sharp edge rushing towards him.

Nangong Fan saw the jade-like gun in Nangong Bufan's hand disappear.

The terrifying murderous aura rushed straight to the heart, as if countless unjust souls came out of the void and entangled towards him, wanting to pull him into hell, and he would never be reborn.

Under this killing machine, Nangong Fan's breathing couldn't help but become heavy, and his feet became a little weak.

The law, the law of ice and fire, the law of yin and yang!

Compared with Zhuge Zhen, it is much more tyrannical and destructive.

This is a man who pursues supreme destructive power in his bones.

Nangong Fan still had thoughts in his mind to recall the extraordinary deeds he remembered about Nangong Bufan.

Kill the orc soldiers and retreat thousands of miles. Now saying Nangong's extraordinary name to the orc clan can scare the child to stop crying.

What kind of murder is this?

Nangong Fan understood at this time.

The boundless killing intent, mixed with the ice on the ground and the fire in mid-air, rolled over.

Tremendous pressure, acting on the mind.

Nangong Fan even had the idea of directly disarming and surrendering in his heart.

No way!

This is absolutely not a no-go!

Nangong Fan roared angrily in his heart, and his somewhat weak eyes were refilled with strength.

But in a hurry, he only had time to slash the long sword in his hand forward.

The spear appeared in front of him, red and blue twisted together, shattering the space and rolling up dense black marks. Fast as lightning, swift as thunder.

Nangong Fan's sword was raised slightly, and the spear had already been killed. The strange heat and cold came from the sword body one after another.

Nangong Fan's arm couldn't help but be covered with frost, and a layer of burnt black skin was applied.

Ice and fire took turns, but the damage caused increased step by step, steadily advancing towards the front until Nangong Fan was destroyed.

Nangong Fan's eyelashes were stained with frost, very heavy, as if he wanted him to close his eyes and wait for death to come.

Nangong Fan couldn't help biting his silver teeth, blood stains were all over his mouth, and fine ice slag burst out as soon as the hot blood gushed out.

Ice and fire are everywhere.

Nangong Fan's heart moved, and flowers appeared in the center of his eyebrows. The cyan lotus phantom stretched its body. Warm currents emanate from it.

Pleasant temperature, bring wisps of life. Spiritual power is stimulated, and the gravitational field is covered.

Inadequate!

Green lotuses are everywhere, and the branches and leaves seem to overturn the sky.

Qinglian Domain!

Still not enough!

Ice and fire are not in the realm, but they are more domineering than ordinary realms, and Nangong's extraordinary moves and styles seem to be in pursuit of supreme damage.

Don't.

Overcome rigidity with softness?

No matter what bells and whistles you have, I'll shoot you back to the essence.

The breath of silence, wrapped in spatial fragments, rushed quickly, and Nangong Fan felt the arrival of death, which was almost a certain death.

Nangong Fan's eyes flashed with determination. The only three fire leads in the dantian floated up under the traction, seemingly slow, but in fact extremely fast, just poking out the fingertips, the surrounding space shattered one after another.

Nangong Fan's eyes did not have the slightest fluctuation, as if he didn't know that he had enough power in his hands to blow himself up.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Three explosions, hissing exhausted.

The words fell, and the terrifying power permeated Nangong Fan's fingertips. The boundless blue light instantly covered the sea of fire and frost.

A trembling, buzzing, from small to large. Countless black fragments, revealing the cold killing machine, flew around, dancing the dance of death in the space.

When this power had just emerged, a light voice sounded in Nangong Fan's ears.

A huge beam of red and blue light swirled and enveloped Nangong Fan.

When Nangong Fan's trembling body was wrapped in a beam of light, his pale pupils saw the source of this beam.

Nangong's extraordinary third eye!

The Divine Eye also has powerful supernatural powers?

Nangong Fan was so angry that he wanted to scold his mother, and he was so anxious that he wanted to jump to his feet.

What kind of monsters are there left traces on this ancient road?

But this beam of light was not as powerful as he imagined, but gave him a warm feeling. It's like being in his mother's arms, he doesn't have to think about anything, only the warmth wraps him, making him want to fall into a comfortable sleep.

"Mother?" Nangong Fan's body was out of strength, and he couldn't help but sit on the ground, but his mouth muttered.

It was a feeling that neither he nor Kurosawa could remember, and it fascinated him.

In his weakness, wrapped in this warm feeling, he lowered the sword in his hand, and with a satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth, he curled up in the space confined by the divine eye.

The truth is so unconscious!

Outside the beam of light, the third eye of Nangong Bufan's eyebrows flickered, and Nangong Fan's shadow loomed in it.

The corners of Nangong Bufan's mouth outlined a soft smile, watching the monstrous green mangs surging with dense black marks. It was as if it was going to devour him.

The corners of Nangong Bufan's mouth outlined his signature mocking smile, and the spear in his hand appeared, "Get out." ”

Even he shouted at the space debris formed by the rules.

The gun moves, if the real dragon goes to sea.

Ice and fire intersect, yin and yang go hand in hand.

Nangong Bufan's hair was loose, dancing like a group of demons behind his head.

The guns were terrifying, and a hole the size of a bowl seemed to appear in the sky.

The roar came to an abrupt end.

Only red and blue flickered in the whole world.

Nangong Bufan's body slowly faded, and he opened his mouth gently.

Gentle words permeated it. How can there be a little bit of domineering?

"Little guy, my father-in-law is waiting for you in the upper realm! I hope you can fight me with two moves, hahahaha. I didn't expect that my Nangong Fan's good grandson is also a generation of Tianjiao. ”

......

When Nangong Fan woke up from that beam of light, how could there be Nangong Fan's extraordinary shadow in front of him?

Just one step away from being crowned.

Nangong Fan felt empty in his heart, as if he had missed something extremely important. The body was hot for a while, and then turned into a cold. The blood-like nightmare that he couldn't get rid of had come again.

It's just that now Nangong Fan is no longer lying on the ground weakly, but stands up straight in spirit.

There were two crisp sounds exploding in my head.

The heavens trembled, and the two seeds grew tender branches. The laws of ice and fire were truly born and blended together.

Nangong Fan sensed the boiling spiritual power in his body, which had reached the level of a peak martial saint, and his eyes couldn't help but be full of astonishment.

What happened when I fell asleep, how did I get out, what did I miss?

Nangong Fan pondered for a long time, couldn't help but shake his head, and put his thoughts away, anyway, it was a good change for himself, why bother thinking about it.

The footsteps are raised, and the final hurdle is just around the corner.

After this road to heaven was lost here, since Nangong Bufan, someone is finally about to take this last step.

Nangong Fan took a slow step. The milky white warm current envelops him and witnesses history.

In a haze, Nangong Fan felt a little fluttering, as if he was swimming in countless spaces.

Time and space seem to be out of order?

Well, what is that? a tree big enough to hold up the sky. The big demon who can subvert the mountains and rivers between the fans.

Someone with a sword fights the dragon. Some people sit high in the heavenly palace and look down on the world.

......

Countless fragmented images appeared in front of me, where am I going to be carried by this light?

After a while, the down-to-earth feeling resurfaced in Nangong Fan's heart.