"What are you doing here, grandpa is here, there is no hope for you. ”

Jian Potian said arrogantly, with a mocking look on his face, looking around.

What comes into view is a dry yellow rock land, full of broken swords, densely packed, like the mass grave, worthy of the name of the Ten Thousand Sword Tomb.

Gu Yan's eyes were filled with anger, he knew that this was the sword that broke the sky and wanted him to cast a spell to consume his spiritual power, and then he had no power to compete with him for inheritance.

forcibly suppress his anger, if he fights, he will definitely suffer his own losses.

"Hehe, aren't you Gu Yan very arrogant, what did you say when you broke through the Skyclave before me?"

"Hahaha, now this cowardly look is really ridiculous, if that's the case, after I return to Tiancheng, I will definitely talk to them about it, Gu Dagongzi's breeze momentum, hahahaha. ”

Jian Potian's face laughed, provoking Gu Yan to grit his teeth, and the ghost head knife in his hand was tightly gripped, and he was about to make a move, but his head turned, and he instantly looked at the exit, and the spiritual power that was about to riot calmed down again.

The sword broke through the sky and also reined in.

"Yo, it's not the right time for me to come in like this, and I'm actually disturbing the two of you, you go on, go on, leave me alone. ”

Yao Chonghua said with a smile, raised his hands, and motioned for the two to continue.

But both of them are silent, and now the strongest of the three is Na Yao Chonghua, and the two of them still have to fight, so it's not how to find death.

"Uh-huh....."

"Since the two of you are not arguing, let's go, the real inheritance is still far from here. ”

Yao Chonghua's figure brought out a streamer, followed by countless afterimages, and it was gone at great speed.

That Jian Potian and Gu Yan glanced at each other, both saw the solemnity in each other's eyes, the current situation, both of them are for the weak one, maybe they have to join forces.

Gu Yan snorted lightly, and also used his practice to keep up.

Jian Potian's eyes were slightly solemn, and he couldn't see the depth of Yao Chonghua now.

"Obviously, the cultivation is only a little higher, how can it be so terrifying. ”

He was a little puzzled, but the next moment, his face was shocked.

"Isn't it the legendary three-element body refining secret method, Yao Sheng's body refining secret method!!"

But again he shook his head.

"That's really unlikely, if such a secret method is really born like that, the three sects will have to make a big move, and most of them will be remnants. ”

The sense of caution in his heart increased greatly, and the long sword under his feet was in the air, drawing a streamer and following.

.............

Under the cliff of the broken cliff, several green ancient trees shook slightly, and their thick rhizomes were pierced into the cracks of the stones, trying their best to absorb nutrients from them to grow, showing an incomparably terrifying vitality.

Ming Bufan looked down.

There was only a patch of white, connected to the sky, he didn't know how high he had reached now, and when he looked up, he felt that the sun was about as high as he was, or that the sun could not reach the top of this sacred mountain.

Breathed a sigh of relief for the shock he had just arrived, and looked back, that Hong Qing was still slowly following behind, his expression was still so frightened, and he wanted to jump up in an instant.

"Didn't you say that you must become a sword master!!!?

Ming Bufan yelled, he was a little anxious.

"Cast your spells and speed !!up for me," shouted loudly, this was a method that Ming Bufan thought of, and there were also several exercises in [Qingyun Decision] to increase the speed of the body.

"That spiritual power ......"

Hong Qing said with a sad face, along the way, Ming Bufan killed many desolate beasts and obtained many spiritual cores, all of which were given to him, but Ming Bufan didn't understand the monk's consumption of spiritual cores at all, and Hong Qing didn't dare to say it clearly, so that Ming Bufan still thinks that the spiritual power doesn't cost money.

"What kind of spiritual power, no matter how much he has, you can use it for me, and others will not leave that inheritance to you. ”

Sure enough, before Ming Bufan could finish speaking, he scolded a lot.

At this time, he is about to arrive at the land of inheritance, Hong Qing does not dare to use spiritual power indiscriminately, and there is not much spiritual core left, so he is so slow now, because he will have to fight hard in the future, he has no spiritual power, he is no different from mortals, it is certain to die, he is not comparable to those monks who rely on their strength to reach the seventh level, he almost relies on Ming Bufan's strength to come up.

Now he still has to use those spiritual powers to protect himself.

I had to tell the truth when I wanted to, my expression was crying, and I just said:

"I don't have many spirit cores, only twenty low-level spirit cores......

"Huh?"

When Ming Bufan, who wanted to continue scolding, heard this, his brows instantly furrowed.

"How can it be so !!"

Then he scolded a lot of words, which made Na Hongqing almost lose his expression, almost desperate, and he said everything.

Ming Bufan shook his head, a little helpless, now he knew that the monk's cultivation was also difficult, and it was much easier than him, for example, what kind of cultivation exercises and the like, he could see that he had a headache.

Looking at the nine long peaks above his head, looming in the clouds and mist, it was really like that long sword.

"It's not far off, and it's ........"

Ming Bufan had the idea of ignoring Hong Qing, but in the end he jumped a few times, put Hong Qing in his hand, and climbed the mountain with one hand.

Hong Qing was held by Na Ti, just glanced down, but he was so frightened that he closed his eyes directly, and he was also scared.

"It's all scared, I've been blind for so many years of cultivation. ”

Ming Bufan's face was disdainful, but his hand was a little tighter.

He felt that this Hongqing was like himself in front of him, he was so timid, he was so cowardly, if he didn't have the support of his relatives, he was afraid that he didn't know where it was, and he was involuntarily a little sad in his heart, and he wanted to help him.

Hong Qing didn't know how long it took to come over or how far he had gone up, but after a shock, he was thrown to the ground, and his face was a little painful.

When he opened his eyes and looked at Ming Bufan, his eyes changed, and he saw a huge opening on Ming Bufan's shoulder, and blood gushed out, which was very terrifying.

Instantly looked to the other side, where a monk stepped on the top of a horizontal peak, a pair of eyes full of killing intent, shocked his heart, Hong Qing has seen Ming Bufan's ruthless killing intent, and this person's killing intent is also different, but he knows even more that it is the killing intent to survive, fighting for survival, with the taste of desperateness, when he was shocked by Ming Bufan, he also wanted to draw his sword, and his eyes were like that.

"Isn't that disgusted with mortals?"

Ming Bufan couldn't understand why he had just climbed this horizontal peak, and he was attacked by that monk.

Looking at the few monks lying in front of him, he was even more puzzled.

"It's you, a mortal, it's really different, it's a mortal who only has a small mouth, and he didn't explode and die after being attacked by my magic weapon, you are the first. ”

The male monk's eyebrows were gloomy, he had just killed a few monks, the realm was about the same as his own, he had just advanced, the realm was unstable, he was killed by himself, and when he was about to recover his spiritual power, the mortal that Yao Chonghua said appeared and directly made him give up, after all, it is so simple and simple to kill a mortal.

And now, he's noticed that something is wrong.

Hong Qing looked at the monk, his face a little shocked.

"Spiritual Realm High-level Perfection !!"

He shouted loudly, intending to let Ming Bufan hear it, he naturally knew that Ming Bufan couldn't see the spiritual rhyme.

This really shocked Ming Bufan's heart, this sentence came just right, people who can hurt themselves like this don't know their realm at all, whether they are fleeing or fighting, they don't know.

"Get out of here. ”

Ming Bufan spoke, and an extra spirit core appeared in his hand, and with a slight grip, it turned into a pile of ashes and fell, the flesh on his shoulder squirmed, and the wound healed at a terrifying speed.

"Uh-huh!!"

When the monk saw it, he was shocked, what kind of monster was this, it didn't look like a mortal at all, but the body without spirit told him that this was a mortal, and all creatures other than mortals basically had spirit charm, even those plants and trees, there were some of them.

But he didn't say much, he was going to kill this mortal in order to survive now.

Jumping over, there was an extra red leaf under his feet, the spiritual power around his body surged, and an extra pair of long pianos instantly appeared in his hand, and with a few strumming, several twists appeared in the air, and invisible blades flew in.

As soon as he stepped on the footsteps, Ming Bufan naturally would not sit still, the dragon and tiger stepped out instantly, and the tiger roared for a long time.

The afterimage behind him was broken in an instant, and then followed by a few fluctuations, the afterimage was divided, and the invisible blade fell on the stone ground, and the black stone that was extraordinary and somewhat difficult to shake was actually marked out with several long marks, and the power was terrifying.

The male monk's eyes were certain, sitting cross-legged in the air, holding the spirit core in one hand, and casting spells with extreme speed in the other, and the continuous harsh sound suddenly appeared, like a rain of swords and swords falling from the sky.

Throwing at the Ming Bufan who was about to fall below, the power was terrifying, and he immediately forced Ming Bufan to retreat.

But the male monk wanted to kill this mortal, and he didn't have time to shock this mortal now, so he immediately treated him as a strong enemy, which was the reason why he had cultivated to a high level and was more than enough.

The spiritual power erupted even more, the fingers swiped quickly, and the shape of the spiritual root was transformed, turning into the appearance of an arc-shaped scimitar, and the exercises practiced were operated to the extreme.

Countless bright blades flew out, chasing Ming Bufan all the way to kill, and fell to the ground, turning into a large area of black sand and gravel dust.

Ming Bufan's dragon and tiger steps were also running to the limit, and his whole body was bloody, just like the red blood demon that those monks said, the invisible blade followed closely behind him, almost touching the hairs on his back.

His heart was shocked, he didn't expect this high-level monk to be so terrifying, it can be said that it is completely one heaven and one underground with those middle-level monks he killed before, and those monks he killed can only throw spells, and now this person is like manipulating countless killers, chasing and killing him, and he can even block his own running route, making him almost hit for many times.

Ming Bufan felt that his strength was insufficient at that time, and it was time to be chased by a monk with a fireball and was about to die.

But how can he be compared to that time now?

"If you don't move, you don't run away. ”

Ming Bufan chose to be hard-shaken, and he also came up with a plan in his heart, which was Hong Qing, who was hiding on the side, with his inspiration.

Facing the countless void blades, the figure of Ming Bufan was stunned, and his footsteps instantly turned back, and the tiger roared into the sky.

'Break the Sky!!'

Ming Bufan's fist was clenched, the force surged from his feet, and he shook countless ways, like countless hammers hitting him, he didn't frown, all gathered at the tip of his fist, and gathered out in one punch.

The wind was howling, and Hong Qing's face behind him moved, he could see the majesty too clearly, and it was really shocking.

The male monk on the other side was distorted by the invisible blade that shook the air in his vision, and he only saw that this mortal was going to hit the blade with his flesh fist, which looked funny and ridiculous.

"Hmph, looking for death like this. ”

He originally treated this mortal as a strong enemy, but he didn't expect to die so soon.

However, in the next moment, his face changed suddenly,

Hearing only a few explosions, a violent wave of qi surged, Ming Bufan's fist was fixed in the void, the power burst out, and it was transmitted to the air, that is, it exploded, and several invisible blades shattered instantly, and almost blew him over.

The wave of qi scraped on his body, tearing his clothes in an instant, and countless bloody mouths appeared, and a bloody man appeared.

"Ah!!!h

Pain irritated his mind, anger mixed with humiliation, and a hint of fear.

The golden inscription on his chest shimmered slightly, as if to remind him.

"Kill !!!!!!!"

The spiritual power surged, bursting out with a terrifying momentum, instantly resisting the surrounding qi waves, and the long qin in his hand crossed the void.

A splendid cloth bag appeared in his hand, which was bulging, and he poured it into his mouth, and countless middle and low-level spirit cores were poured into his mouth.

The aura exploded again, and it actually turned into a shape, like a light blue pillar of light.

Holding both hands on the piano plate, they all moved.

Ming Bufan's footsteps just about to step forward immediately stopped, this monk's movements were terrifying, as if he was very skilled, he must have fought with others countless times to the limit, and he must have been on the edge of life and death a few times.

His eyes were solemn, he didn't expect that his 'breaking the sky' could have such power just now, it would be good if he could offset it, but now the situation is more certain of his previous thoughts.

The steps are steady, and the face is serious.

In the blink of an eye, the overwhelming blade flew in, because it was an invisible blade, and when it moved, it distorted what the line of sight saw, so that the sky that Ming Bufan saw was distorted.

There is no fear in my heart.

Only to entertain with fists.

Boom~~~Boom!!!

The male monk kept his hands and fired all his blades together, not giving Ming Bufan a chance to breathe.

In this way, Ming Bufan's fist is more than that, no matter what, only the way is broken.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill!!"

The monk went crazy, his eyes bloodshot and hideous.

Looking at Ming Bufan again, he only snorted slightly, although his whole body was blood-colored due to the secret method, but his expression did not change, this is not his limit, if he wants to be afraid, there is only the monk named Lingyun before.

The more Ming Bufan had such an expression, the more he stimulated the male monk.

The heart is dead.

"If I don't kill him, I won't live!!!"

This sentence shocked his heart, endless terror struck, and the potential of his life volatilized.

The surge of spiritual power is becoming more and more terrifying, and the power of the blade is much more terrifying.

Ming Bufan snorted constantly, his fist cracked, and blood flew sideways, but his complexion still did not change, but became calmer.

In this way, I don't know how much time has passed.

Ming Bufan's fists were only bones, the flesh and blood had disappeared, the muscles and veins of his whole body were bursting up, and even blood was bursting in some places, but only that face was extremely calm.

Hong Qing's expression was in a daze, but he didn't dare to say half a word, he only said what did Ming Bufan mean by getting out.

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 rest.