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"Let him go!"

The cold voice wrapped in a terrifying chill caused the surrounding temperature to drop rapidly.Streams of cold air formed around Nie Fan's body.

Even Zhu Mu was shocked to see Nie Fan who was so murderous.

But in Zhu Mu's heart, he admired and admired Nie Fan even more. He knew why Nie Fan was doing this at this time.

Tightly for his own mount.

Such a friend, Zhu Mu felt that it was worth it.

Li Ruonan and Hongrui in the distance were also shocked. They all knew why Nie Fan was exuding such terrifying killing intent at this time, and they also knew that Nie Fan didn't care about a spirit beast but that it was him. His mount is his own, and it won't work if someone else touches it!

"Haha, let him go, it's just a dream. You killed my young castle master, and today you want your head to pay homage to my young castle master." The old man also slowed down and sneered.

Nie Fan's expression turned cold, and murderous aura formed streaks of black light circulating around Nie Fan's body.

"Hehe, since that's the case, I don't mind letting you go down to accompany him." After Nie Fan finished speaking, his palms turned black, and streaks of black light surged out from Nie Fan's palms.

Bang bang, two Yang-level monks from Black Cloak Fort rushed out together at this time.

"die!"

Nie Fan shouted angrily.

The big black palm brought a black afterimage across the air, and even slammed on the chests of these two people under their horrified eyes.

The speed is not comparable to that of a Yang-level second-tier monk.

At this time, Nie Fan also pushed the aurora phantom body to the extreme, and the afterimages disappeared after Nie Fan left.

With two loud bangs, the two yang-level second-tier cultivators flew upside down with a line of blood in the air in an instant, and directly hit the golden cage that trapped the firemane lion.

In an instant, two Yang-level monks were blown away. No one can compare with this combat power here.

Those cultivators who were watching the excitement all exclaimed at this moment. In their eyes, cultivators of the Yang rank were terrifying powerhouses, but in the hands of Nie Fan at this time, they were as vulnerable as a chicken and a dog. Nie Fan was shocked by blasting away the five Yang-level monks who had previously retreated from the Yang-level two monks.

Dongdong, Nie Fan landed on the hillside, and his footsteps were extremely heavy, leaving footprints on the hillside.

Chi Chi's golden cage was shaking violently at this time, and the Firemane Lion was struggling in it, and the blood on the leg bones and even the white bones could be vaguely exposed, which made Nie Fan's anger even more uncontrollable .

"Get out of here."

Nie Fan directly punched out with both fists, and blasted away the black-clothed castle monk who rushed up to stop him.

At this time, Nie Fan still had a bit of strength left, otherwise the two Yang-level monks would have been blasted into a pulp. After all, Nie Fan's body was incomparable to that of the fifth-level Yang-level monks, but Nie Fan wanted to hit him. It is still very difficult to kill a fifth-level Yang-level monk, and now Nie Fan's cultivation is no more than the peak of the first-level Yang level.

Kazha Nie Fan hurried to the golden cage.

Seeing Nie Fan's big eyes, the Firemane Lion burst into tears.

"I've suffered." Nie Fan felt a pain in his heart.

"No, since the master is here, I won't be hurt anymore." A simple and honest voice sounded in Nie Fan's mind.

Hearing the Firemane Lion's words, Nie Fan's murderous aura grew even stronger.

A Yang-level first-level monk rushed over recklessly.

Suddenly, Nie Fan's eyes turned black, and Nie Fan's black palm suddenly became even darker. At the same time, a more aggressive aura surged from Nie Fan's body, and the soles of Nie Fan's feet At this moment, the sand and stone exploded silently and turned into flying ash. At this moment, Nie Fan formed a palm with one hand and a fist with the other.

The palm of his left hand was firmly inserted into the golden cage.

"Blast me!"

With a roar, Nie Fan's left hand shook suddenly, and the golden cage exploded suddenly with terrifying force. It was also at this moment that a golden light fell from the sky, and the power of the golden sunlight was as fierce as a blade. If he was hit in the back, Nie Fan's body would also be hurt.

"Death to me!"

Nie Fan turned around abruptly, black streams of air flowed out from his punching right hand. This was demonic energy. Demonic energy is a kind of violent and domineering energy body, which is more domineering and violent than the power of the sun or even vitality.

Bang the right fist blasted out.

The slapping golden sword light was directly blasted by Nie Fan in an instant, and Nie Fan did not intend to let this person go this time.

The golden light on the soles of the feet suddenly appeared, and the figure disappeared in an instant and appeared in front of the monk.

The cultivator's pupils dilated suddenly, and the last scream was pierced by Nie Fan's punch through the heart.

Puchi Nie Fan crushed the monk's heart.

The bloody scene made many people frown.Both Li Ruonan and Hongrui trembled.

Zhu Mu and the others were also shocked.

Nie Fan seemed too violent.

"Death, you all have to die. You all have to go down to accompany him. This is a promise I made to him. Don't worry, if you go down, everyone in Black Castle will go down to accompany you." At this time, Nie Fan seemed like Nine Nether God generally pronounced the fate of these people, and the cold voice made everyone tremble.

In just 5 minutes, the blood on the small hillside left the hillside like a stream, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood. A disgusting smell made many people vomit When he got up, only the trembling Yang-level fifth-layer old man was left among the fifteen black-clothed castle monks.

At this time, the old man looked in horror at Nie Fan who was walking towards him step by step.

"Don't come here." The old man in black whispered.

At this moment, he regretted it to death. He should never have provoked Nie Fan, the god of death.

Not far away, Zhu Mu and the others felt their hearts skip a beat. Nie Fan's murderous aura was too heavy, which made them feel a little unbearable. This hadn't been aimed at them yet. Think of the anger in Nie Fan's heart at this time.

Sen Hu touched his bare head and quietly looked at Nie Fan who was walking towards the old man step by step on the hillside.

"This kid is too violent, strong enough!"

Zhu Yu and the others, who wanted to draw Nie Fan's attention earlier, couldn't help but backed away at this time. Nie Fan at this time made them afraid. They couldn't fight against Nie Fan at all. Looking at Nie Fan, who was filled with black energy, they all lamented that it was a good thing they didn't provoke Nie Fan before, otherwise Nie Fan's anger at this time would definitely make them regret it for the rest of their lives.

A flash of purple light flashed in Puchi Nie Fan's hand, and suddenly a sword light that could rival the sixth level of Yang level appeared.

"Sword of Qiankun." Nie Fan's body felt a lot more empty in an instant after he struck it out, but without the power of sunshine in Nie Fan's Yang Core, there was still most of the magic energy in the magic ball, which was enough for Nie Fan to leave here safely.

"Purple Bamboo!"

Seeing the purple light Zhu Yu was startled and then looked at Zhu Mu.

At this moment, he knew that the quasi-king-level weapon must be in Zhu Mu's hands, otherwise Zizhu would not have much fluctuation in Nie Fan's hands at this time.

The sword light rushed up, a blood spray sprayed out and a human head also broke away from the master's body.

The headless corpse of the old man fell directly to the ground, and blood gushed out from the neck.

Looking at the headless corpse, Nie Fan didn't have the slightest expression fluctuation, but whispered lightly: "Don't mess with me in the next life."