Two clear eyes met in the air and skimmed by.

There are no tender words, only a brief glance in the wind.

Ji Wuwu clenched the broken long sword head and left without looking back, she did not have a trace of nostalgia and hesitation.

What appeared in his heart was not Lin Fan's resolute face, but the "Nine Swords of Zhutian" in his heart.

As she has never been concerned, there is only one thought in her heart.

That is, to become stronger, to become strong enough, strong enough to embrace Lin Fan in his arms, and no one dares to speak.

Even if Lin Fan was snatched to the holy mountain by the demon clan today, she was determined to snatch Lin Fan back again with the long sword in her hand.

Monks do not have mortal vows, everything depends on the size of their fists.

There are countless stunning women in the world, who can really leave the sincerity of a cultivator.

I, Ji Wuwu's man, is to rely on the sword in his hand to retain, thinking of the distant future, Ji Wuwu's beautiful cheeks under the silver mask bloom like flowers.

In the endless dead air, the back of the sword cultivator of the Flying Immortal Gate disappeared.

Half an hour later, Lin Fan put away the sword order in his hand.

He ignored the three Yuan Infant Demon Clan, and the vertical pupils in his eyes looked at the blonde girl standing in the air.

The blonde girl, shaking the spear in her hand, with a hint of coldness on her beautiful face, she looked at Lin Fan, who was full of anger in her eyes, and said: "Even if the demon clan should have the pride of the demon clan, is it that the demon clan is inferior to the human race, you actually gave up the noble identity of the demon clan and became a human race, even if they treat you sincerely, but it can't change the fact that you are a demon clan."

Lin Fan's beautiful cheeks chuckled, he slowly withdrew his scale armor, and his aura changed the same as that of the human race.

He looked at the blonde girl with a bright smile on her face and said, "I am originally a human being, and I will talk to the demon clan."

The blonde girl was silent for a while, and said with sympathy in her eyes: "It turns out that you are a half-demon, and if you think that your parents have the courage to step through the rules of the world, their love must be vigorous."

The girl's words made Lin Fan's face darken, and he said for a long time: "I don't know that they are things, but if I want to love someone, why should I care about the eyes of the world, although my father is still falling, I still admire his courage."

The girl's fair palm patted the barrel of the gun and said excitedly: "What a strange man, since he has the courage to face the world's accusations, why can't I let you be my Taoist companion as a half-demon!"

Lin Fan's face froze, and he said coldly: "It's a pity, I don't have the idea of being your Taoist companion, you are just wishful thinking."

The girl said indifferently: "You and I will fight, defeat you and I will go, win, win! When I go back to the holy mountain to practice, I will fight you again in the future, I will remember you, Flying Immortal Sword Sect Lin Fan."

Lin Fan's toes touched the ground, his body floated into the air, the "Yuan Magnetic Breaking Heaven" sword in his hand was horizontal in front of his chest, and the true yuan in his body was running in the thick meridians like a sea tide.

The girl's face suddenly turned red, and she said a little shyly: "You don't know my name yet, you have to remember it now, I will only tell you once."

Her words almost made Lin Fan Zhenyuan, who was on guard, go retrograde and forcibly suppressed Zhenyuan, and his fair cheeks became a wisp of red.

When the girl saw Lin Fan with blushing cheeks, she was overjoyed in her heart, and whispered: "Oriental Wolong Mountain, Dragon Dance, the early stage of Jindan."

Lin Fan's golden Tai Chi in the sea of qi turned, calming down the retrograde True Yuan, and a shocking dragon roar suddenly sounded in his ears, this sudden dragon roar actually made him a little unaware of the other party's words, stimulated by the dragon chant, and the scale armor that had just been hidden suddenly resurfaced.

In the silver vertical pupils, the tip of a spear of white bone suddenly appeared.

A golden pill aura surged on the body of the white bone spear, and a shot was pierced in the air in his eyes several zhang long.

A hint of slyness flashed in the girl's dragon dance's eyes.

The spear in her hand was refined from a rib of his father, who was an adult dragon with a cultivation as high as the pinnacle of breaking the void.

The spear contains the breath of the dragon clan, which can suppress all the demon clans of Jindan cultivation, and Lin Fan, a half-demon, will never be able to resist it.

Lin Fan's scale armor appeared, and the blood veins in his body suddenly exploded.

The spine stretched out to the sky, and a louder dragon groan sounded in Lin Fan's body.

The dragon chant was furious and domineering, as if he couldn't stand the provocation of the lower demon clan.

Lin Fan's long silver hair flew high in the dragon's roar.

The "Yuan Magnetic Breaking the Sky" sword in his hand stabbed out with a sword.

After the dragon dance sounded in Lin Fan's body, his face turned slightly pale, his wrist flicked, and the white bone spear flew like a swimming dragon, and the sharp tip of the spear pierced hundreds of white bone flowers in the air.

Lin Fan's heavy sword was like a mountain, and he roared in his mouth: "The sword intent is like a mountain."

At this time, in the eyes of everyone, where Lin Fan stabbed out was a big sword, but a towering mountain.

With an earth-shattering roar, Lin Fan's heavy sword collided with the spear in Long Wu's hand.

The air waves flew, and dozens of feet of air were blown away by a single blow.

The two figures flew back in the air, and then collided in the air in an instant.

Dense explosions continued to sound, and the two of them flew like projectiles, and the shadows of the guns and swords were intertwined.

Long Wu's palm clenching the spear was numb, his face was full of excitement, he was worthy of the man he fancied, although he was a half-demon, but his demonic power was extremely pure, even his father would be satisfied with the young man in front of him if he wanted to.

The same silver scale armor gradually covered Long Wu's cheeks, and the spear in her hand became more and more sharp and ferocious.

The gun was like a torrential rain, wrapping Lin Fan in countless gun marks.

Lin Fan swung his sword like a mountain, no matter how dense the gun shadow in front of him was, he would be blocked back by his sword.

On the collapsed sword peak under their feet, the three of Yinda nodded frequently, very satisfied with Lin Fan's performance.

As Yuanying Cultivators, although the battle between Long Wu and Lin Fan in their eyes was fierce, it was also very naïve.

However, judging from the performance of the two, there are few opponents in the foundation building realm.

It's just that the three of them are a little puzzled why Lin Fan, a half-demon, is not under the Dragon Dance, but has a feeling of being on it.

In just a few dozen breaths, the spear and the big sword collided with no less than thousands of blows, and the air that was blown up formed a vacuum of dozens of zhang in Lin Fan and Long Wujian.

Long Wu's eyes were bright, and the spear changed from the attack just now, she bit the tip of her tongue, and spit out a little bright red blood bead in her fragrant lips and landed on Sen Bai's spear.

Blood entered the spear, the bone-like body of the spear wriggled, and a layer of flesh was reborn on the spear.

An eight-foot-long blood dragon appeared in Long Wu's hand, she held the blood dragon with both hands, and the spear head that turned into a dragon head pointed directly at Lin Fan.

A fragrant lip said lightly: "Divine power, the flying dragon is in the sky!"

A stream of pure dragon qi poured into the blood dragon in his hand, and the closed dragon eye on the dragon's head suddenly opened.

The dragon's eyes were like a sea of blood, and countless corpses were floating in the sea of blood.

A majestic body stood proudly above the sea of blood, his blonde hair and shawl, and suddenly looked at Lin Fan through the scarlet dragon eyes.

The blood dragon instantly burst into brilliance, and an earth-shattering dragon groan came out of the blood dragon's mouth.

The body of the spear covered with dragon scales writhed, and a blood light burst out, and it suddenly disappeared in the dragon dance's hand.

Lin Fan felt that his whole body was cold, and a deadly crisis appeared in front of him.

The big sword in his hand was crossed in front of his chest, and he shouted violently: ""Yuan Magnetic Breaking Heaven" ten times the gravity."

With the thick sword body at the mouth of the bowl, a pitch-black aura enveloped Lin Fan.

In the pitch-black aura, a white bone spear suddenly appeared in front of Lin's chest.

It seemed that under the influence of the sudden gravity, the white bone spear still stabbed at Lin Fan like lightning after a slight pause.

Cold sweat dripped from Lin Fan's beautiful cheeks, and in the moment of the slight pause of the spear, he put the big sword across his chest.

The lightning-like spear seemed to be deliberately slowing down, and the sharp tip of the spear lightly touched the big sword in Lin Fan's hand.

With a "boom", like a landslide and the ground cracked, Lin Fan's tiger mouth blood soared out, and the "Yuan Magnetic Breaking the Sky" sword in his hand flew high.

Lin Fan had a hideous face at this time, he had never had such a crisis in his few cultivation careers.

In the sea of qi, a pure dragon qi gushed out from the extreme eye, and his hands suddenly turned into a pair of silver dragon claws, which were tightly buckled on the tip of the spear that was still stabbed forward.

I thought that the gun was as powerful as a mountain, but after I started it, it was powerless.

This person Lin Fan was taken aback in his heart, and before he could react, a faint fragrance flashed on the tip of his nose.

I only felt a chill in my ears, and a shy voice sounded.

"This gun is given to you, but this black ding wants to send me, today's battle, even if you and I are tied, I will go to the Flying Immortal Sword Gate to propose marriage!"

Lin Fan stretched out his palm full of blood, and caught the falling big sword, and felt a gust of wind sweep in front of him.

Looking around, Long Wu and the three primordial infant demon cultivators disappeared.

Looking at the white bone spear in his hand, Lin Fan muttered, "I was defeated."

The bright red blood stained the body of the spear red, and two delicate dragon texts "Dragon Dance" were carved on the body of the gun.