Silent.

Only the crackling sound of the golden grease dripping from the spirit leopard flying out of the campfire.

The four blood-stained bodies bound by the black python tendons wriggled like maggots on the ground, and there was a steady sound of footsteps in the dust.

Time seemed to stand still, and a pair of fierce eyes looked at the young man standing in front of the giant sword.

A white palm pressed lightly against the hilt of a half-foot-long sword, and a pair of cold eyes showed a look of disdain.

The gray linen robes were swept up by the mountain wind, and the sword whistled in this silent square.

A trace of bloodthirsty murder emanated from the boy's body, darkening the bright red bonfire.

Lin Fan's chest was gushing like fire at this time, and his eyes and pupils gradually turned blood-red.

These monks in front of them actually regarded the Flying Immortal Sword Sect as nothing, and they were mainly anti-guest, and their arrogance was to the extreme.

His eyes were like a devouring tiger, he looked around, and said in a voice like ice: "The rules of the Flying Immortal Sword Sect, the whip of killing spirit birds and beasts is twenty, these four people are punished with the whip, and the end is like this, those who do not accept it can fight with me, and life and death are at your own risk!"

The sky is murderous, the stars are moving, the earth is murderous, the dragon and the snake are on the land, and the people are murderous, and the world is turned upside down.

At this time, Lin Fan's murderous intent rose in his heart, the nature hidden in his blood exploded, the Tai Chi in the Qi Sea Dantian rotated at high speed, and the true yuan in the extreme eyes surged wildly.

"Poof"

A mouthful of thick phlegm spit out from the mouth of a black-clothed demon cultivator, and landed straight on Tian Liguo's cheek under the feces and urine.

A scarlet gaze suddenly flashed on the face of the black-robed demon cultivator hidden under the cloak.

A hoarse voice came from the cloak.

"Bullshit rules, cultivators should be unrestrained, heaven and earth can't restrain the cultivator's Dao heart, not to mention the door rules of your little Flying Immortal Sword Sect, I see where you are going to go back, so that everyone is happy!"

Lin Fan's cold cheeks chuckled, and he said with disdain in his eyes: "Demon Cultivator, I can't restrain you and other Dao hearts, but I can defeat you under the sword, Demon Cultivation is just a group of rats hiding in a dark corner, how dare you talk so much, I don't know if you dare to fight, otherwise you will roll down the Immortal Mountain."

The black-robed demon cultivator laughed wickedly, and said grimly, "How do you know that I didn't make a move?"

Lin Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, the palm that was clenching the hilt of the sword suddenly loosened, and two white fingers suddenly clamped in front of his chest.

"Squeak"

With a slight strange scream, a small, almost transparent snake appeared between his fingers, this snake was as bright as crystal, and its skin flashed in the sun, like a chameleon.

The snake is a finger long, as thin as a bamboo skewer, and its large mouth dripping with slime can wrap an egg.

It kept twisting its body between Lin Fan's fingers, and an anxious hissing sound flew out of its mouth.

The Shadow Snake, its poison is extremely violent, but a drop can seal the throat, only a monk with super divine sense can find it in the air, and the monk of the foundation can be killed by a bite from it.

Seeing the shadow snake in Lin Fan's hand, Xiu Wei, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, gasped.

This snake sunset continent is not visible, only overseas snake islands can find its traces, hundreds of years ago the invasion of demon cultivators, there are more than dozens of Jindan monks died under this snake mouth.

It is said that this snake has a fierce and vicious temperament, that is, if the demon cultivator wants to domesticate, he must also use his own essence blood to feed, and if he does not feed the essence blood for a day, this snake will eat the master.

Lin Fan looked at the shadow snake struggling desperately in his hand, his body was full of qi and blood, and his two fingers were just about to be forced, cutting it off.

The shadow snake, which was still staring at Lin Fan with fierce eyes, seemed to be frightened by the faint aura emanating from Lin Fan's body.

With a sad roar in his mouth, he closed his mouth tightly, and pressed the snake's head tightly to Lin Fan's fingers, looking subdued.

Lin Fan was stunned in his hand, and immediately realized, maybe it was the breath of the dragon's blood vein, the impact on the shadow snake.

He easily fingered, and the shadow snake immediately "coiled" its body in Lin Fan's palm, looking well-behaved.

The demon cultivator not far away took a few steps back, and a sharp whistle sounded in his mouth, as if he was summoning the shadow snake in Lin Fan's hand.

The shadow snake in Lin Fan's hand, the snake's head shook slightly, and a small long tongue "licked" on Lin Fan's fingers, as if he was intoxicated.

Lin Fan smiled, his face immediately turned cold, he looked at the shadow snake in his hand and said, "If you want to follow me, kill your original master first, otherwise I will crush you with one palm!"

"Hiss"

With a sharp roar, the shadow snake in Lin Fan's hand disappeared, and reappeared in Lin Fan's hand after a breath, with a hint of pride in the fierce snake's eyes.

"Ahh

A terrible cry sounded in the mouth of the black-clothed demon cultivator.

His body, wrapped in black, shook suddenly, and he fell to the ground fiercely.

Bang, at the moment when the black-clothed demon cultivator fell, it was the person who disappeared, and only a handful of black blood splashed in all directions when he fell to the ground.

Countless monks crawled one after another, desperately dodging around, their eyes flashing with fear and happiness.

The shadow snake swam along Lin Fan's body, found the white bone dragon spear on his earlobe, and approached cautiously, coiling his body around it, looking satisfied.

There were a few demon cultivators left, their eyes burning with anger, and they looked at the shadow snake in Lin Fan's ears for a long time before turning around and walking down the mountain.

"Slow, my sword sect has strict rules, you wait for twenty lashes and have not been punished, go down the mountain like this, but you can't break the rules of my Flying Immortal Sword Sect!"

Several demon cultivators paused, looked back at Lin Fan and said disdainfully: "Why do you dare to kill us and the others?" You know, the monk who just died at your hands is not small, be careful when you go out in the future, you will have a life, and you will not be able to return!"

Lin Fan shook the black python tendon in his hand, and the python tendon twitched like a spirit snake on Tian Liguo and the others.

"Twenty lashes, or die!"

Snap, a crisp chirp came from the python tendon as it burst through the air.

A pitch-black whip shadow rolled towards several demon cultivators.

The sword light flashed, and several blood-red sword lights slashed into the black python tendon in Lin Fan's hand, like the python tendon of a spirit snake being bounced high.

The three scarlet long knives flashed in the scorching sun, and the three cold-blooded and ruthless faces revealed a bloodthirsty aura.

With the heavy sword in hand, Lin Fan rushed out at high speed, the big sword was like a mountain blow, the wind and clouds surged, and the air exploded like thunder.

The three black-clothed demon cultivators were fearless, and their long knives exploded.

The sword several zhang long was like a crescent moon, slashing fiercely at Lin Fan's heavy sword.

"Dangdang Dang"

The swords clashed like a torrential rain, countless sparks flew in the air, and the four entangled figures were like wind and mist.

Lin Fan's heavy sword is like a mountain, and the demon cultivator's fast sword is like a wind.

The three blood knives set off hundreds of blood marks in front of Lin Fan.

Lin Fan's heavy sword buzzed in the air, his face was blood-red, and his eyes flashed with crazy excitement.

There is no concession between the sword and the sword, only the duel between sword skills and sword techniques.

Countless monks turned pale and asked themselves in their hearts, how could they be undefeated under this thousand swords.