After saying that, he suddenly closed the folding fan in his hand, flew up, used the folding fan as a sword, pinched the sword trick in his hand, and pointed it at Ling Xuan's forehead.

Ling Xuanyun's healing was at a critical moment, and he couldn't move, otherwise not only would his previous efforts be wasted, but he was very likely to attack his heart with mana and go mad and fall into the devil's path.

He watched as the other party's folding fan turned into a little remnant, accurately on his forehead, he was wearing fire spirit immortal armor, and his whole body was protected by immortal armor, but on his forehead, the fire spirit immortal armor could not be defended. The other party lightly clicked, he suddenly felt a buzz in his head, his heart shook violently, and the breath that he had finally suppressed was chaotic again, like the surging river, madly raging in his body, destroying his thin defense in the blink of an eye, impacting his heart, he only felt a sharp pain in his chest, swaying from the perched tree branch to the ground, vomiting blood.

Nangong Xuanlun was in the air, and he turned around gracefully, fell lightly to the ground, opened the folding fan with a bang, and said proudly: "Vulnerable to a blow." ”

The people around him are all sycophants, needless to mention, but it is said that Ling Xuan received this blow, not only did he lose his previous efforts, but also injured and injured, and several major veins in his body were shocked by his blow, fortunately, he had cultivated the Wuxian Jue to Mahayana, and the sea of consciousness was extremely powerful, and he protected his heart with infinite mental power all his life, so as to avoid mana attacking his heart, and he would never recover.

With just this blow, it can be seen that Nangong Xuanlun's cultivation is by no means low, I am afraid that it is on par with Ling Xuan, and it is also in the late stage of entering and exiting the body, or even higher.

As a demon, if you attack with the demon body, it will be like a fish swimming in the water, a bird flying in the sky, flowing clouds and water, naturally, whether it is offensive or defensive, he is more capable of three points, however, although Ling Xuan has a demon body, he is not a demon, or he is not really adapted to being a demon. After falling to the ground, he subconsciously recovered his body, and in the blink of an eye, a weak young man stood in front of everyone, his physique was thin, and he could blow it away like a breeze, but his face was quite handsome, but the oblique scar on his left cheek looked a little hideous.

He staggered and stood up, although his body was extremely thin, but for a while, everyone felt that he was like an eternal mountain standing between heaven and earth, and his momentum was awe-inspiring.

Everyone couldn't help but look at him differently, Nangong Xuanlun smiled faintly, and said: "Unexpectedly, a mountain stream demon with low cultivation can withstand a blow from my son without dying, and my cultivation is considerable, but unfortunately, you have harmed the innocent, and today my son will definitely get rid of you, and the people around you will be clean." ”

Ling Xuan hung his head and said, "You take your sunshine road, I cross my single-plank bridge, our well water does not interfere with the river water, but you innocently hurt me and ruined my way." You keep saying that I have mutilated the innocent, but I wonder who your eyes have harmed when they see me mutilating the innocent?"

Nangong Xuanlun closed the folding fan, looked at him with interest, and said, "You monster, you have a clever tongue, but you have a lot of quibbles. This son is a disciple of the dignified Heavenly Sword Sect, the son of Nangong Yuntian, the head of the Nangong family, the largest family in the northwest, Nangong Xuanlun, how could this son have wronged you?"

Ling Xuan sneered and said, "Dignified Heavenly Sword Sect, hmph, I think you are just a vain and wrongful snake, a person of good manners, saying such righteous and awe-inspiring words is just for your own selfish desires, which is ridiculous." ”

"Bold, just a monster, even out of his mouth. ”

Nangong Xuanlun froze slightly, and was about to taunt him again, but one of the outer disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect gave a loud shout, and the remaining several outer disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect and two scattered cultivators came up in response.

Ling Xuan is not the sharp-edged person, he is low-key in his way of dealing with people, but at this time, Nangong Xuanlun innocently injured him, and imposed charges everywhere in his words, which made him intolerable, besides, a few years ago, when Ao Jiantian forced Zeng Nianyu to death, he still has not been able to let go, not to mention revenge for her, but he must seek justice for her. He already had a seven-point hatred for the Heavenly Sword Sect, and Nangong Xuanlun was so aggressive, he naturally wouldn't treat him well.

He doesn't cause trouble, but he's not afraid of it either. Seeing several people on the other side rushing towards him, he sneered again, and pinched the sword trick lightly with his right hand, but saw a fiery red flying sword break out of the air, roaring and circling in front of him, and the blazing fire on it, dazzling and hot, it circled rapidly, forming a fiery red circle of light in front of him, like another round of dazzling sun, the scorching high temperature, faintly ignited the surrounding fallen leaves, and the momentum was compelling.

A good flying sword is often met but not sought, and it also shows the cultivation of the person holding the sword from the side. The reason why these outer disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect are average in cultivation, and the highest one is in the early stage of fetal rest, the reason why they are so active is nothing more than seeing that the other party is injured and wants to rush up and kill the other party, Bonan Gong Xuanlun is happy, but seeing that the other party's flying sword of flame swallowing is obviously not of extraordinary quality, they are a little frightened, and the speed under their feet can't help but slow down by three points.

For Nangong Xuanlun, Ling Xuan was already murderous, although he was seriously injured, he would never show mercy when he made a move, but when he saw the raging fire on the Sun-Snatching Sword, it was like a sea of angry fire, and the murderous aura was steaming. He pushed his hands suddenly, and the high-temperature fire turned into a strong wind, whistling out, like a fire outside the sky, cutting through the void, roaring, and where it passed, it rolled up and fell all over the ground and burned out in an instant, turning into ashes all over the sky.

When the outer disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect saw this majestic sea of fire, they immediately stayed on the spot, not knowing how to deal with it, they followed Nangong Xuanlun all day long, majestic and majestic, but in fact they had no real ability. However, those two casual cultivators have been cultivating for a long time, and they have practiced the Tao, plus the middle-aged man standing next to Nangong Xuanlun, collectively known as the Three Immortals of the Northwest, is quite famous among the Northwest generation of casual cultivators.

The middle-aged man standing beside Nangong Xuanlun who did not move was Yun Xian among the three immortals in the northwest, and the people who joined the battle group were Crane Immortal and Lai Xian, although the cultivation of the two was not as good as Yun Xian, but they were already in the late stage of breaking through the body and reached Jindan Avenue, which was many times higher than Ling Xuan.

Seeing the sea of fire roaring angrily, both of them sneered, relative to each other, forming a group of strange patterns on their chests, a faint light flashed, and in a moment, the two of them invariably let out a loud shout, like a spring thunder exploding, resounding through the sky, and immediately, the four hands were pushed forward in both directions, and suddenly there was a muffled sound, and the surrounding air was stagnant, and a mana fluctuation visible to the naked eye shot out, and with lightning speed, it collided with the sea of fire that Ling Xuan had hit, and the muffled sound reappeared, as if two high mountains collided, and the sound shook around the wilderness.

At the touch of a button, the sea of fire was like a spark sinking into the vast ocean, extinguished instantly with a bang, and dissipated without a trace, and the mana fluctuation continued to roar forward, faintly, like a roaring and galloping lion, unstoppable.

Ling Xuan was shocked, and while retreating again and again, he pinched the sword technique, and the Sun Snatching Sword erupted into a raging fire again, forming a wall of fire in his body in the blink of an eye, strictly blocking him from the majestic mana fluctuations.

'Poof!'

Almost at the moment when the wall of fire was formed, the mana fluctuations exploded, destroying the wall of fire and bombarding Ling Xuan's body, he opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood, his body was like a weightless leaf hitting a whirlwind, shooting out backwards, falling more than ten zhang away, vomiting blood.

The crane immortal and Lai Xian withdrew their hands relatively with a proud look on their faces, and the crane immortal said: "The little demon dares to hurt the innocent in front of this immortal and kill himself." ”

The outer disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect looked at the two of them, their faces full of admiration, their vanity was satisfied, and the expressions on their faces were even more incredible.

Nangong Xuanlun smiled faintly, closed the folding fan with a swoop, and walked towards Ling Xuan, he came to Ling Xuan's side, and saw that his mouth was full of blood and he was dying, but his big eyes were steaming with anger, and he stared at him coldly. This look is very complicated, seven points of anger, two points of pity, and one point of sneer, and I can't tell the taste.

Nangong Xuanlun has lived in a family since he was a child, he is afraid of being too late in life, what he sees in the eyes of others is fear except compliments. He is the son of the Nangong family, the outer disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and he is about to become an inner disciple, and he can decide the life and death of tens of thousands of people with words and laughter, how many people are envious, how many people can't stammer, who doesn't regard him as a sedan chair in the sky, a dragon and a phoenix among people?