He understands the extraordinary domineering, over there, if he wants to kill someone or something, he has to do it, others interfere, and he even interferes with that person to kill together, just like the bluestone monster of the sixth ladder before.

Hong Qing's heart trembled, Ming Bufan's appearance was too terrifying, his fists were only bones, his whole body was red, dyed blood, his black hair was scattered, and his face was calm and terrifying, he was a demon who came out of hell, and he was a little worried about the monk unconsciously, this was against the demon in hell.

"Why don't you die yet!!!"

"Die for me!!!"

The male monk's eyes were split, his spirit was almost crazy, and several huge invisible blades were thrown at him, and then he was broken up by Ming Bufan with that white sensen's bone fist, and a little bit of flesh and blood flew out.

He was also terrified in his heart, what kind of mortal is this, this is obviously a terrible evil ghost, and he feels that he is not a living creature in the world.

Even the consciousness of running away had to overcome the fear that Yao Chonghua brought him, even if it was death, he didn't want to fight this monster.

Such a calm expression, as if he was quietly looking at himself there, waiting for himself to be tired, and then swallowing himself in an instant, this is not an evil spirit!!

However, as soon as this thought arises, the spiritual power is at the bottom, and the hand is stunned.

"Ah!!!h

The magic instantly panicked, and he took out a splendid cloth bag in a panic, and the original skillful technique instantly became chaotic.

Burst~

Bloodshed.

The monk looked puzzled, and there was an arrow feather at the end of his eye.

He was hit by an arrow in the head.

And the inscription on that side is extraordinary, a pair of bony hands and a longbow, and the posture has not yet been collected.

"Oh, so ......."

The monk was stunned, and then he was planted to the side, and died.

There was a hint of relief in his eyes at the last moment.

The feeling of struggling between life and death was too exhausting, and now he could finally rest

It's been a long time.

"Are all the high-level spiritual realms so powerful?"

Ming Bufan turned around and asked, Hong Qing's current cultivation is barely stacked to the middle level with spirit cores, and the combat power is still not enough, so Ming Bufan is a little suspicious of this person's realm, could it be said that a realm is a world different here?

"This...."

Hong Qing was hesitant, he was a monk who was a monk halfway through, naturally he didn't know much, and he couldn't explain the reason for a long time, and at the same time, he was also frightened by the strength of this high-level monk, and he doubted himself for a while, could it be that his qualifications were really so bad?

"Forget it, what does a dead man do. ”

Ming Bufan stood up, white and tender flesh had grown on his hands, and five or six spirit cores also turned into ashes at the same time.

He doesn't care so much, he's going to get angry, the book says that the spirit level is high, but there is a lot of anger, if you get it, it's terrible, it's the power of a dragon, although this doesn't take into account the loss of life, and the pain of wanting to die.

In fact, if you really want to count it, most of them still can't have the power of a dragon, which is understood from Ming Bufan's practice of elephant power, the quantitative change is not as good as the qualitative change, but at most it is more than the power of nine elephants, all of which are scattered powers, only when they are condensed can they be called dragon power, so they still have to ponder for a long time.

What's more, a foot of anger almost made Ming Bufan die, and a foot of anger made Ming Bufan a little afraid to think about it.

"Hawkers, no matter how much, let's put it away first, isn't it thirty years of life, if you can successfully condense the dragon power, most likely you can kill the previous Skyclave monk named Lingyun under a sneak attack, and the Demon Sect Holy Son is also the Skyclave. ”

Ming Bufan thinks about it like this, it is also cost-effective, although he has lost nine years of life, and then it will be thirty-nine years, counting his nearly seventeen years of age, it is estimated that there are still ten years to live, after all, the life span of ordinary mortals for more than sixty years is the limit, and a hundred years is a long-lived person, Ming Bufan does not think that he can live long after killing so many people.

Looking at these nine huge sword peaks, I sighed in my heart, the mountains and rivers of this world are really magnificent, I don't know if I can browse some.

He thought that if he could kill the Holy Son of the Demon Sect and remove a major obstacle to Qiao'er's cultivation, and his father would definitely be able to get the spiritual fruit given by Qiao'er, he would definitely be able to live a long life.

In this way, he has no luxury, so he has to spend the rest of his life observing this mountain and sea realm, so that he has no regrets in this life.

However, when he was thinking about it here, it was as if providence would not let him do this.

The golden light on the high-level corpse flashed, and a golden flame ignited, and it turned into ashes in the blink of an eye, and an inscription broke out of the air, Ming Bufan hurriedly looked at it, and the inscription flew into the void realm at the top of the sword peak with a golden streamer.

"Uh-huh!!"

Ming Bufan was suddenly puzzled, and hurriedly ran away, and the place where the corpse was located was only four splendid cloth bags and a xylophone.

"Could it be that this high-ranking monk is dead, and he will fly to the ??!!! to die."

Ming Bufan looked around and asked loudly.

Hong Qing was also stunned there, he didn't know about this situation.

"My ??? angry"

Ming Bufan stretched out his hand and waved it a few times above the spot, but he didn't feel anything at all.

"Ah!!!h

He was so angry that he was about to explode, his eyes were wide, he finally risked his life to kill a high-level monk, how could it be so gone, you must know that the previous appearance of Ming Bufan was all pretended, if the monk was not so crazy in the end, he could not stand it if he could hold on to some more worlds, which is afraid that he would die of Ming Bufan.

Although those invisible blades seemed to be easily shattered by Ming Bufan, if one was missed, Ming Bufan's head could be cut off, and the blade was still transparent, and the danger in it could be imagined.

Now this thing that gambles with his life is gone out of thin air, and the ups and downs of life are just like this, and there are too many angry people, you must know that so far Ming Bufan has killed so many monks, and it is only more than three feet, how can this not make Ming Bufan crazy.

roared frantically for a long time, until a heavy echo sounded in the sky, Ming Bufan was stunned, looking back, his eyes staring at Hong Qing.

"That's none of my business, I don't know!!! don't kill me!!"

Hong Qing was frightened by the crazy yelling early in the morning, and saw how Ming Bufan's bloodshot eyes could not be afraid, and immediately retreated, although in the past six months, Ming Bufan had not harmed him, but the fear in his heart kept pouring out, who could judge the idea of a demon.

"Come with me and take the !!!! inheritance"

Ming Bufan said a word hoarsely, and rushed over.

"Huh?"

Before Hong Qing could react, he was grabbed by Ming Bufan, thrown directly over, crossed a distance of nearly a hundred zhang, and flew into the realm of the void and disappeared.

Ming Bufan's nose was still steaming, and the anger in his heart had not stopped.

But no matter how you think about it, you have to find something in this inheritance, and the golden inscription just now also flew into it.

The muscles under his feet exploded, and he ran up in an instant, reaching the top of the peak, and then leaped again, slamming towards the realm of the void.

His eyes closed involuntarily and opened them again, but Ming Bufan was shocked.

Looking away, there is only endless Huangyan, there is no life at all, countless broken swords and broken swords are densely inserted, and a strong sadness surges, which will shock Ming Bufan's heart.

"This is the !! of the Ten Thousand Sword Tombs"

He is extraordinary in this life, he has been a blacksmith since he was a child, and he has forged countless weapons, and when each weapon comes out, even if it is not very exquisite, but the sharpness is also full, and each of these broken swords is with a sad accident, as if telling the death of each sword owner, the unwillingness and regret of dying.

For a moment, I felt that the world was bleak and too ruthless.

Ming Bufan's scalp was a little numb, and he couldn't help but have a thought in his heart: If one day, he was like this broken sword, folded in that unknown place, what would he be thinking in his heart, is it regret or something else?

"Brother Ming..... What happened to you. ”

At this time, a voice came from the side of the plate, and Ming Bufan turned his head and looked at the pure eyes, as if he understood something.

"You're okay. ”

Ming Bufan asked, he was almost out of control just now, and he didn't know if there was a problem with the force he was exerting.

"No.... No problem. ”

Hong Qing stood up and said reluctantly, obviously because of the pain of the fall.

Ming Bufan didn't care about him, he just said how this road went, so there was no half of the monk's figure.

It's not like asking that Hong Qing, without waiting for Hong Qing to respond to the words, he walked forward.

"No matter what you do, you have to go, if you step on the same place, you will never turn over!!"

There is only one sentence in my heart.

Hong Qing looked at the back, an indescribable thing slowly turned majestic, and his determination in the bottom of his heart was even about to be suppressed, but when that smile appeared in his heart, he felt infinite power again.

Quickly followed.

The two walked through the broken sword, and the mottled rust penetrated people's hearts and infected the soul of the indignant.

He really doesn't understand why people live for a lifetime, and how desolate it is if it is the last scene.

I don't know how long I walked, I didn't know how many miles I crossed, I didn't know how many broken swords I saw, and finally, a light appeared in front of me, and suddenly there was a bronze gate, and the inside was so bright that the two of them looked like light shining from a distance.

Ming Bufan doesn't think about anything anymore, now he only has the intention of taking away the inheritance, if he can become stronger, he will kill the Holy Son of the Demon Sect.

"Yaoxi, wait, I will definitely become a sword saint. A word shook Hong Qing's heart.

The figure actually walked to the edge of the Ming Bufan plate.

There is no difference between Ming Bufan, he has long known that although he is weak now, he also has his own persistence.

"If You Can Get It........."