It seemed that everything was dead in his ears, everything was moving away, and Jin Tianshi was standing aside, about to speak, when he heard a low eerie laughter. [Ran^Text^Library] []'Le' Wen's 'Novel''lxs520'c echoes in this space, and it can't help but be creepy.

This laughter was cold and unfamiliar, like another person, with endless hatred, Qin Fan raised his head violently, revealing a pair, a pair of completely red eyes, the surging and majestic black mist on his body became more and more harmful, and vaguely he could even hear various sounds such as ghost crying and laughter in the black mist, the black ghost aura became more and more dense like substance, and he seemed to be slowly coming in hell.

Everyone present couldn't help but be taken aback, and they couldn't help but retreat when they felt this terrifying aura. Although he didn't understand what grievances he had with Qin Fan, no one dared to act at the moment, just quietly looking at such a Qin Fan, the murderous spirit, the black clothes condensed by resentment and ghost aura seemed to be boiling with his emotions.

Until this time, Bei Shu looked at Qin Fan's state and couldn't help but sigh, "It's a little interesting!"

At this moment, Qin Fan completely entered that crazy state, his strength and realm were incomparable to ordinary people, even if he was a master of the strength of the small world, he could fight with it.

It's just that such strength falls in the mouth of the harvest, and it's just a little interesting, this is a little too much, no matter whether it is good or evil in the field, the monks look strange, looking at Qin Fan's eyes with a trace of longing and a hot look, this is greed, because everyone knows that Qin Fan is carrying a treasure, and at the moment, such strength is afraid that it is also the effect of that treasure, and his heart can't help but feel a little eager and hot.

But Qin Fan couldn't pay attention to the reactions of the people around him, there was only one person left in his eyes, and only one of the culprits in front of him who caused his family to be ruined and had a bad fate.

A roar suddenly sounded in the air, this roar was terrible, as if struggling, as if unwilling, like a tiger like a man.

The Tiger Blade has moved.

At this time, a flash of surprise suddenly swept through the sky, and it was a blood-colored shock.

This is Qin Fan's sword intent, the sword intent cut out in this state is full of tyranny and anger, and there is no other emotion, the surrounding monks are shocked, just because the red in the air, as if it has some strange magic power, it attracts everyone's attention as soon as it appears, this is the wind of the king.

At this moment, Qin Fan is like a tyrannical emperor who has lost his mind, and the shore of the land is not the king's land, no matter how subtle this shock, it can still attract everyone's attention.

He was still smiling, watching the shock fall, but he didn't know when a sword appeared in his hand. A golden narrow three-foot long sword, hidden in its scabbard, like a bee's tail needle that would sneak up on the heart at any moment.

Jin Feng Sword.

A roar resounded throughout the Liubo Mountains, and the trees were broken and scattered with fallen leaves.

The Amazing Sword Intent hit the Jin Feng Sword, to be precise, it hit the scabbard of the Jin Feng Sword.

And then...... There is no then.

The monks present saw that the harvest was as usual, still smiling, as if they didn't care about the sword intent just now, and just attacked lightly, which couldn't help but make people feel discouraged and desperate.

But in the end, Jin Tianshi is an older generation figure, with rich experience and many years of cultivation. At a glance, it could be seen that the harvest should also be under a lot of pressure, and the right hand holding Jin Fengjian was trembling. and that fleeting shock, all of which he captured, obviously Qin Fan in such a state was also beyond his imagination.

"There seem to be other changes in your body that we don't know about. ”

Looking at Qin Fan, Bei Shu said. The smile on his face seemed to be a little thicker, as if he was extremely interested. But then he glanced at the monks around him again, and then his gaze fell on the scabbard of his right hand, where there was an extremely clear knife mark, which was caused by Qin Fan's sword intent before.

Frowning, then he looked at Qin Fan and stretched out a finger from afar.

It was this finger, with unimaginable terrifying power, that passed down the remnant knife to Qin Fan's body.

Qin Fan's whole person was like a pebble hit by a huge hammer, and the whole person roared through the air and fell the ground in the distance.

The smoke and dust are in flux, and then converge.

There was silence in the room, and it seemed that even the uproar had been forgotten. Unexpectedly, Qin Fan in such a state was also vulnerable, this was the first time that Qin Fan was injured and defeated.

It seemed that even Qin Fan himself was shocked by this sudden blow, and looked at his hands in disbelief, the remnant knife not far away, as if he couldn't accept the fact of being defeated no matter what.

"It's just a junior strength in the small world, your physique is too poor. Bei Shu looked at Qin Fan, who was a little decadent, and said condescendingly: "It's not a ghost problem, but your own problem, a waste, you can't even give full play to one-tenth of the power of that square copper plate, how can you win, it's really disappointing, looking at you step by step, I can't imagine that you still look like a waste wood today." Saying that, Bei Shu sighed, looking very disappointed, and sighed: "It seems that this experiment has failed, and there is no need for the failed research to remain in this world." ”

The Jin Feng Sword of the harvest suddenly began to tremble, trembling because of the feeling of the master's intention, although there was no obvious killing intent revealed, but the Jin Feng Sword was the intention of the harvest to a certain extent, it can be said that the harvest wanted to kill Qin Fan, or it could be said that the Jin Feng Sword wanted to kill Qin Fan.

The sword is psychic.

"The small world can't be realized, and how can we really grasp that thing. ”

Looking into the distance, Bei Shu talked to himself, and it seemed to be talking to Qin Fan, but he was not interested in talking to the person who was about to die, and the crazy moon on the side, Dugu Mu and Xi Tong were about to rush over, but the strength of Bei Harvest was terrifying, and almost everyone felt that they were locked by a majestic opportunity, and it was obvious that this was what Bei Shui did.

How powerful is he?

This was the question of almost everyone present, but soon this question did not last long, and the golden light appeared, and the golden sword had already landed on Qin Fan's neck.

He didn't care about it, as if he was recycling a piece of garbage, and there was really no one present who could resist the sword. Qin Fan could feel that the wind around him had been shattered by the sword intent, and the same shocking move, two people used it, and the results were different.

This shocking move was originally an ordinary move, but at their level, even if it was just an ordinary move, the power was naturally terrifying. The first sword was a knife that Qin Fan couldn't bear to be tyrannical and angry in his heart, and it was already a full blow, but the other party followed, this second time was another shocking move, Qin Fan could feel the difference between this shocking move and his own, but it was definitely not that the realm was too different, but the trace of black gas on the golden blade sword, which was similar to the ghost qi, but more ferocious and violent than the ghost qi.

It was useless to think too much at the moment, because Qin Fan knew that he was about to die, because that golden light occupied almost all of his sight.