Chapter 277: The Death of Nansang

Dabi continued, not in the slightest change due to Chu Fan's move, but in the hearts of the cultivators, their views on the Immortal Dao Sect had quietly changed.

In any case, the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, and most of the sects had thought of challenging the Immortal Dao Sect and taking the position of one of the six sects in one fell swoop, but after Chu Fan made a move, they had already begun to beat the drum in their hearts.

And with the protection of the Immortal Dao Sect, those who are interested in the Martial Saint Inheritance can't help but start thinking about whether they should take risks or not.

On the martial arts field, all kinds of supernatural powers are displayed, powerful monks fight, weapons bombard, and the Tao spreads, and the fluctuations seem to pierce the sky, which is very terrifying.

The land of the Arctic Ice is extremely vast, there are many sects, and there are countless monks, many of whom are strong and heroic.

At the beginning of the big competition, the various sects made their own battles, so there was chaos in the martial arts arena, the blood flowers exploded, and the visions continued, some monks shed blood here, and some monks rose here.

"This person is walking with the Immortal Dao Sect, and Zhao Zhize is afraid that there will be more luck than luck." Looking at the opposite cliff, Ling Moyu squinted his eyes and whispered, back then in the underground of Ten Thousand Beast Town, he and Zhao Zhize turned their faces into enemies, even now, his heart was full of anger.

But the moment he saw Chu Fan, Ling Moyu had already guessed that the Immortal Dao Sect had changed hands, and Zhao Zhize would definitely die at the hands of Chu Fan.

The first battle of Dabi, it is the three virtual realm powerhouses in the conquest, it is their stage, the cultivation so far, what they are waiting for is today, to become famous in one fell swoop, to reach the top of the strong.

On the high platform of the cliff on the right side, Chu Ping was covered in blood, although Chu Fan healed his injuries, but his injuries were too serious, and the violent fire spirit power of the Qilin Bone Arrow was still left in his body, wantonly destroying.

From the outside, Chu Ping's injuries had recovered, but in his body, his qi and blood were still chaotic, his face was very pale, and he was in a coma.

"This fire spiritual power is really violent, and it can't be cured in a short time." Chu Fan frowned and said, even with the recovery power of the Immortal Soul, it would not be possible for Chu Ping to recover in a short period of time.

Van Gogh's high-level thought very thoughtfully, on the high platform of the cliff, there are several wooden beds, which are refined from the essence of the 10,000-year-old spirit wood, which is of great use for healing, and Chu Ping is lying on it, and the surrounding spiritual energy actively pours into his body and recovers independently.

At this moment, a woman in a long white dress came to the place where everyone in the Immortal Dao Sect was, took out a small box, and handed it to Chu Fandao: "This thing can dissolve the fire spirit power in his body, and it has the effect of gathering spirits, which can heal injuries." ”

Chu Fan looked up and saw that the long skirt on the woman's body was painted with a maple leaf pattern, and immediately knew that she was a disciple of Van Gogh.

"Lingfengdan!" Seeing that there was a fiery red elixir in the box, Huang Lao immediately said the name of the elixir, his expression was slightly excited, and he said to Chu Fan: "This thing is Van Gogh's healing elixir, and it is a rare elixir in the outside world. ”

Taking out the pill from the box, you can clearly see that in the center of the red pill, there is a maple leaf floating in it, emitting a strong medicinal fragrance, and you feel refreshed when you smell it.

Putting the Spirit Feng Dan into Chu Ping's mouth, it was only a moment that he could detect that all the fire spiritual power in Chu Ping's body had disappeared and spread out, and the chaotic qi and blood in his body had also begun to stabilize, and his face was gradually ruddy.

"My name is Nansang, and I am a hero today, and I have made a lifelong wish." Full of helplessness, but making people feel firm, the words echoed in the air above the martial arts arena, and an old man slowly walked out of the cliff platform, and the years left indelible marks on his face.

On the high platform where the old man got up, there was a woman standing with a long fiery red skirt fluttering, she looked at the back of the old man who was getting farther and farther away, and two lines of tears slowly slipped down.

Hearing the name Nansang, Chu Fan's spirits perked up, and seeing that Chu Ping was no longer in trouble, he walked to the edge of the high platform, stood with his hands in his hands, and looked at it under the long hair curled upside down.

With the sound of coughing, Nan Sang fell into the martial arts arena, and his figure looked a little rickety, like a lonely and lonely old man.

Standing in the martial arts arena, Nan Sang sat cross-legged, a hazy halo appeared, spreading around him, the sound of the Dao hummed, and one phantom shadow came out of Nan Sang's body, turning into countless him, fighting in all directions.

In the martial arts arena, there were countless monks, who were fighting fiercely with each other, but with the appearance of Nansang, phantoms attacked them one after another, and in a short time, many monks were injured and withdrew from the martial arts arena with serious injuries.

The strength of one person resists the heroes, although Nansang's cultivation is not in the second realm of creation, but his state of mind has been reached, but for some reason, he can't break through.

Under the two realms of creation, he can be said to be the leader, and it is difficult to find an opponent!

With his own body as the way, with the thought of the shadow, Nan Sang is using the way of his life to fight the heroes, he sat cross-legged, his body slowly soared into the air, a hazy halo surrounded him, like a god.

Hundreds of illusory shadows were conquered, and all the cultivators were shocked, and no one in the martial arts arena was their opponent, and in a short time, many monks were defeated.

Suddenly, Nan Sang's body shook violently, raised his head, and shot two beams of light from his eyes, as if he had opened the sky, disillusioned nothingness.

A hazy light enveloped the martial arts arena, and the monks inside withdrew one after another with serious injuries, and in the end, Nansang was the only one left in the arena.

Because of his appearance, Dabi ended the initial battle early, and it can be said that the name of Nansang will definitely spread far and wide.

The first person of the three voids!

"Master, I'm not wrong!" Thousands of phantoms returned to Nansang's body, he stood up, his eyes were like electricity, and like a flame that soared into the sky, blazing incomparably, "Back then, I abandoned my cultivation, cut off the way forward, and only wanted to stay with my wife, but the master obstructed it in every way, and my wife's soul broke the sky, and today I came to Van Gogh again, just to let the master understand, only love the truth." ”

When these words came out, many monks were immediately puzzled, and they couldn't understand the meaning of the words, but on the high platform of the central cliff, Zhao Xuan, a disciple of Van Gogh, stood with his hands in his hands, looked at the old figure in the martial arts arena, and muttered: "Right or wrong, Van Gogh was Tianjiao back then, but he came to this point today for the so-called love, I don't know whether it is sad or lamentable." ”

"Poof!" Nan Sang spurted out a mouthful of blood, and a thick death qi poured out of his body, but he looked up at the highest part of the central cliff, and condensed a sword of will, whistling through the air, pointing directly at the highest part of the central cliff.

"True love, ruthlessness, the way, the way of the world, the way of the world is no more than the heart, since you have chosen this path, then you are not an old man." The voice of the old man Van Gogh sounded, and he couldn't hear the joy or anger, but the sword of will condensed by Nan Sang exploded violently when this voice sounded.

Hearing this, the cultivators immediately understood that the old man Van Gogh and Nan Sang were masters and apprentices, and something must have happened back then, which made these two turn against each other.

Nansang's body trembled violently, his face fell to the martial arts arena with a pale face, coughing up blood again and again, he looked at the old man Van Gogh in a complicated way, closed his eyes, two lines of old tears flowed, and muttered: "Actually, the master was right back then, and I was not wrong, what was wrong was this heaven and earth, and it was the world at that time who was wrong."

The world does not know, everything is ruthless, I have affection, and I am ruthless. ”

"Grandpa." Fang Yu came to Nansang's side and called softly.

When he opened his eyes, the wrinkles on Nansang's face were undulating, he showed a smile, glanced at the old man Van Gogh complicatedly, hugged his fists and bowed, and did not speak.

Fang Yu helped Nansang, walked off the martial arts arena, and walked to the outside of Van Gogh, Nansang was right, he proved himself, even if he didn't have the so-called qualifications, he also came to this point, and with the love in his heart, he embarked on a lifelong reversal.

The grievances of the past, with today's proof, have vanished, buried in the past years, and become loess.

"Nansang apprentice......" Looking at Nansang's distant back, a deep tiredness appeared in the eyes of the old man of Van Gogh, "You are right, but as the apprentice of the old man, you are also wrong, the woman back then, approached you to take away, but why don't you want to believe it......"

The death of Nansang, there are some things that the old man Van Gogh has never said, not because he doesn't say it, but because he doesn't want to make his disciples sad anymore.