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() "Thank you." Nie Fan smiled at Yan Xu,

"Stop talking nonsense, be careful, this old man is very powerful, don't hang up." At this time, Yan Xu actually changed his usual obsequiousness and spoke like a man.

Nie Fan nodded slightly, but at this moment, the Supreme Elder was blushing with anger, and his neck was thick. These two little bastards are too angry.

Nie Fan killed his son, and even more arrogantly came to him. This Yan Xu's inexplicable hidden identity in Yanbomen kept hitting him at this time. How embarrassing he was,

"Little bastard, today I must smash your corpse into thousands of pieces." The elder Taishang roared, but Nie Fan smiled faintly. At this time, Nie Fan wanted to test how strong the fighting power of this monk of the ninth level of the Yuan King was.

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Nie Fan rushed over with one step, and then a black palm appeared, a violent force spread on Nie Fan's right palm, and a ripple of nothingness appeared along with it,

Looking at Nie Fan, the Supreme Elder was full of murderous aura, and his eyes showed contempt. Nie Fan was only the sixth level of the Yuan King, but he was the ninth level of the Yuan King. Everything in front of me is in vain,

clang,

With a crisp sound, a blood sword appeared in the old man's hand. As soon as the blood sword came out, a monstrous glow of blood suddenly appeared, and the whole world was suddenly filled with a strong smell of blood.

Nie Fan's expression also changed,

"The Sword of the Blood Emperor."

Not far away, Yan Xu's expression also changed. The Blood Emperor's Sword is an imperial weapon, and now in the hands of a monk of Yuan Wang Jiuzhong, it is enough to exert [-]% of its power. This [-]% power is definitely not something that a monk of Yuan Wang can To contend, unless Nie Fan stepped into Yuanhuang First Layer, the only outcome of this battle would be Nie Fan's death.

"escape."

Yan Xu shouted in a low voice,

"late."

The Supreme Elder's expression was indescribably ferocious, and his whole body locked onto Nie Fan. It was obviously impossible for Nie Fan to escape, and Nie Fan's speed couldn't keep up with the old man.

At this moment, all the disciples of Yanbo Sect sneered, and some of the elders looked at Nie Fan with anger. Obviously, Nie Fan's appearance this time made them very embarrassed.

"Hmph, he's dead this time. Let's see how he escaped under the hands of the Supreme Elder." A young man looked at Nie Fan indifferently, and let out a cold voice from his mouth.

A young man not far away nodded slightly and said: "Yes, he is so arrogant. Today next year will be his taboo. I don't know if anyone will offer sacrifices to him."

"Hahaha." Immediately, some of the monks in Yanbomen couldn't help laughing. Apparently Nie Fan was overthinking his abilities this time, and actually wanted to rely on Yuan Wang's sixth level cultivation base to fight against a Yuan who held an imperial weapon. The terrifying existence of Wang Jiuchong,

Nie Fan looked at the Blood Sword in the hands of the Supreme Elder. It was two meters long and fifty centimeters wide. It was a veritable sword.

The sword was full of blood, just like fresh blood, and at this moment, in the hands of the old man, there was a violent wind of blood,

"Should die." The old man roared angrily, and all of his vitality rushed into the blood emperor's sword. Suddenly, the blood sword spit out a meter-long blood-colored sword light, and the void was torn open at this moment. There was a big gap, and everyone's expressions changed slightly when they looked at the gap in the void.

At this moment, the sword light evoked by the Blood Emperor's Sword is comparable to a blow from a Yuanhuang cultivator.

"This time he's dead."

"Hmph, let's see how arrogant he is."

"Dare to come to the door to provoke, it's simply overestimating, it's simply courting death."

Contemptuous shouts sounded, and Yan Xu, who was not far away, looked at the battlefield a thousand meters away with a solemn expression. At this moment, Nie Fan's purple robe was surging, and hurricanes were under Nie Fan's feet. surge,

A pair of dignified eyes quietly watched the blood-colored sword light slashing towards him,

"Be careful, within ten meters, you can use the purple space." At this moment, Shi Tian also looked at the blood-colored sword light solemnly,

Once Nie Fan is not sure, Nie Fan will have two possibilities, that is to swallow the sword light, or be split in half by this terrifying sword light,

The terrifying three-meter-long blood-colored sword light tore through the void, and it was extremely powerful. Nie Fan didn't know if he could stimulate the purple space to appear. After all, the power of the long sword at this moment has surpassed that Now Nie Fan can bear the limit,

"Fight."

Nie Fan let out a low growl,

At this moment, the old man's face was cold while holding the blood sword in his hand, and his eyes were full of murderous intent. The old man knew the reason why a lion fights a rabbit with all his strength.

He came up to bring out the Sword of the Blood Emperor, which is the most precious thing he has obtained in his life, and it is also his partner who has been with him for 20 years.

But the weapon spirit contained in the imperial weapon did not recognize him, otherwise at this moment, his cultivation base would be enough to activate [-]% of the power of the Blood Emperor Sword.

Time is moving, not by seconds but by milliseconds. Nie Fan's eyes are peacefully looking at the bloody sword that is slashing at him.

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The void in front of Nie Fan exploded, and a ten-meter-long void crack appeared, and then descended with terrifying and berserk power.

Nie Fan didn't make a move. At this moment, the old man is already 20 meters away. Nie Fan's purple space can only cover a range of ten meters. Only when Nie Fan steps into Yuanhuang will he expand it to about a hundred meters. ,

In the distance, Yan Xu also held his breath. He didn't know what Nie Fan was doing. The disciples of Yanbo Sect also looked at the motionless Nie Fan curiously. They didn't know what Nie Fan was doing.

Is he frightened out of his wits?

"Yeah, this kid will definitely not move. Don't you know that you can't fight and you are waiting to die?"

Yan Xu clenched his fists tightly. He finally found a friend from the past that he could look at. He spent his childhood in Dugu since he was a child. His childhood was all spent in cultivation. Walking around in the middle, wanting to find an opportunity to step into Yuanhuang First Layer,

However, he didn't make much breakthrough this year, because he had a shadow in his heart, that is, he didn't have a real friend. He also made a few friends this year, but he was very disappointed by the intrigues of the Dragon Continent. , but the moment Nie Fan appeared, he could feel the difference in Nie Fan,

Looking at Nie Fan who was quietly looking at the blood-colored long sword at this moment, Yan Xu felt extremely nervous.

"Damn it, if you carry it down, I'll call you Brother Fan today." Yan Xu shouted to Nie Fan in the distance,

Nie Fan's heart warmed slightly, he knew that Yan Xu at this moment regarded himself as a friend,

kazha

The void exploded, and the blood-colored sword finally arrived. At this moment, the old man also stepped into the range covered by the purple space, and he was also ten meters away from Nie Fan.

At this moment, the old man had an extremely ferocious smile on his face,

"you die."

Yan Xu took a step forward and wanted to contribute, but he knew it was in vain. He was away from home, and his family didn't let him leave at the beginning. He didn't bring out his weapons, so he rushed out alone.

At this time, he was also unable to compete with a monk who possessed the sword of the blood emperor Jiuzhong, the king of the Yuan Dynasty.

Then, at the moment when everyone believed that Nie Fan would surely die, a ray of purple light suddenly appeared, appearing so quickly and abruptly,

At [-] second, everyone was taken aback.

There was nothing there, Nie Fan and Yan Bo's elders were gone,

At this moment, Nie Fan in the purple space was drenched in cold sweat, and the sword light of the blood-colored long sword, which was only ten centimeters away from his scalp, was directly crushed by a mighty pressure at this moment.