Grasping Evil

It is surrounded by ruins and rubble in the air. It is a young man in white and black.

The eyes are cold, the black hair is like ink, and he is the one who pushes the pressure, but it makes you feel like a valley. Everyone is ashamed!

The sound of the ice is like a magic sound, deep into everyone's heart, the ice is broken, the Wei nationality is full of enthusiasm, and there is no chance to resist the boxing power.

One by one, Jindan, the eyes of the day are higher than the top, and now I see the youth, but it seems to see something terrible. The punching power of the ice-breaking world is by no means weaker than the strike of Yuan Ying.

The seven ancestors of the ancestors had already applied their strongest life-saving spells and magic weapons when they were crushed. They are still embarrassed, and their eyes are shrinking. They are all vigilant.

Together with Mo Xisheng, Qi Qi began to contemplate the countermeasures. The youth in front of you is probably the master of Yuan Ying. Even if not, that punch is enough for them to regard this youth as a big enemy of life. It is also Mo Xisheng, the golden wheel of the full blow is broken, and the youth’s physical skills are strong and the most clear.

Not wrong. It is easy to break his own gold round, this sudden emergence, and claimed to be the youth of Yuanjue Valley ancestors, is a monk in the realm of silver bones.

Silver bone, even if you do your best, there is no chance of winning, and you can win this youth. I can’t think of this person sitting in the town of Yuanjue, and today I’m trying to retreat.

This point, even the head of the Zongze, does not understand. Yuanjue Valley, is there such a master?

Mo Xisheng's face has gradually calmed down from the initial shock. This person wants an explanation, and he can wait for someone to explain.

Obvious murder and treasure, home kick, how to explain?

Or, is this young man just asking for compensation? I waited for myself to kill the disciples of Yuanjuegu, but this young man has killed hundreds of seven factions. How should this account be counted?

Still a closer look, Mo Xisheng and other seven ancestors, suddenly looked a move ... strange, this young man is less than 20 bone age, and the momentum retreat, repaired to actually only look like a spirit.

The seven people looked at each other and saw them in their eyes.

Is this person only physically inferior, but not high?

If this is the case, this person has some means, but if the seven people work together, they are not afraid of this person.

Don't be afraid... then the seven factions don't have to explain this to them. On the contrary, this person is going to explain to the old people! Where is the hairy boy, taking advantage of the rehearsal sneak attack, posing as the ancestor of the Yuanjue Valley, killing hundreds of hundred spirits.

It’s just that it’s too tired!

Mo Xisheng’s face sank and snorted.

"Yuanjue Valley does not have your ancestor, what are you..."

When he finished speaking, Ning Fan’s eyes flashed in the cold! A terrible murder, let Mo Xi sound cold hair erect, and then can not speak a sentence!

He has been practicing for thousands of years, and he has been living for a long time. At the moment, under the murder of Ning Fan, he seems to have returned to the kind of weakness and helplessness in the initial comprehension!

This kind of feeling will only emerge when facing the old age of Yuan Ying! Mistakes! This young man cannot be a spirit, it must be Yuan Ying!

He wants, kill me!

Not too late to hesitate, Mo Xi sounded even a few mouthfuls of blood, turned into a seven-foot tall, shaped like a giant, and the body robes are broken, floating on a piece of golden Sanskrit! Under this secret method of self-loss, his refining realm broke through the tenth place of silver light for a short time, almost reaching the silver bone!

Only after you have finished this, Ning Fan's cold voice has already resounded through the hall!

"I said, I want an explanation!"

Ning Fan's body, black mans flashing a little, the body and the earth are floating, the light and shadow flash, a teleport, like a sword, only one moment, has been deceived to Mo Xisheng.

He came here to make money in the identity of the ancestors of the garden, and nothing more. Before the money, take the life of Mo Xisheng, Li Wei!

The latter's seven-footed giant body is still in the eyes of Ning Fan. With one hand and one wave, one strand of ice broke the arm, with a thunder, and smashed. The arm of the seven-footed giant is enough to defeat the magic weapon of the ordinary top, but under the grasp of Ning Fan, the arm of the giant suddenly became ice, and under the thunder, a bomb banged and smashed.

That trick is a teleport, and the Thunder is the talent of the Thunder. Mo Xisheng was already shocked and screaming, and the breath immediately wilted. The refining monk, every inch of bones and muscles were tempered, his arm was broken, and the refining realm immediately fell back.

He even retired dozens of steps before he stabilized his body shape. Every time he stepped back, his momentum was weaker.

There is only fear in the eyes!

Did not give Moxi any breathing machine, Ning Fan's body black and white flashing, several times teleport, it seems that several magical bodies are on the top of the Mohi sound and the top of the head, the five palms are almost simultaneously shot, and the same Giant body and heavenly spirit!

The sound of the five bones and bones smashed out, Mo Xi sounded like a spring, like a mud, it is difficult to maintain the Fa, the power of the gods, and some broken!

A refining technique is almost a waste of cleanliness, but he can't afford the resentful mind, and his heart is desperate, leaving only the word escape!

Biting the tip of the tongue, Mo Xi sounded all the mana and the last few bloods, and turned into a light smoke, sinking into the soil, and rushing to the distance at a faster speed than the half-step baby.

This technique actually escaped from the eyes of Ning Fan, and let Ning Fan feel very surprised, if he did not read it wrong. Mo Xisheng's performance is actually the ancient gods lost the magical powers - the sacred spells of the bandits.

Even if it is a magical spell, it is not a non-God body that can be easily applied. Therefore, Mo Xisheng will be used by the bandit to consume so much mana and blood.

Mo Xisheng sneaked into the soil and escaped under a thousand feet. Even with Ningfan's refining technique, it was impossible to smash the soil layer and capture it.

People don't go to the soil, but God can go on. Ning Fan's temperament changed, his eyes were colder, his face was black and his face was like a thick ink, and he turned into a thousand ink-colored swords, and he also sank into the soil.

As soon as this technique came out, the other six ancestors immediately exclaimed.

"What? This person has been so powerful, and there will be a magical class that is invaded by Mo Sheng, isn't it dangerous?"

The six ancestors never imagined that Wei Guo’s first master, Mo Xisheng, had no counterattack in Ning Fan’s hands. Even when Mo Xisheng displayed the bandit technique, all the old geeks decided that Mo Xisheng could escape, but that Ning Fan seemed to be attached to the bones, and there are still means to catch up!

And the exclamation of the old blame, but only in exchange for the sneer of Hou Convergence.

Is Mo Sheng dangerous? It’s dangerous, this ink distraction, but it’s a powerful spell that kills dozens of demons, and that Ning Fan, but even the Yuan Ying Banshee can be a murderous demon, the district Mo Xisheng, one see The purple wind enchanting monks who are looking for the wind to escape, they dare to bully the round of the valley, but can be Ning Fan opponents...

"Moshi is dead!" Hou Zheng sneered.

"Nonsense, Mo Sheng is my first master in Vietnam..."

Several ancestors just wanted to refute, but they immediately closed their mouths in a sword and scream, and they were shocked!

Twenty miles away from the Tujue Valley, the earth was blasted by countless ink-colored swords. The explosions were cracked, and the swords were horrified. Within a few miles, the sword was over, and the grass was not born.

What shocked all the ancestors was not only the vision of the ink sword, but also the scream of screaming that could not be overwhelmed by the sword.

Mo Sheng's scream!

Mo Xisheng, dead? !

Jian Ming did not rest, Ning Fan has carried a **** and fuzzy body, teleported back.

The body of Mo Xisheng, is he really dead? !

Dead, dead... Wei Guo’s first master... dead!

If it is a bitter battle, everyone can accept it, but the result is extremely fast, and it will be born and died on the ground!

From Mo Xisheng's mad words, to his death, only a dozen breaths of work, before the 10th interest rate, Mo Xisheng is still maddening Mo Sheng, after ten interest, he is just a corpse!

One by one, we are looking at Ning Fan with amazement. This person is definitely not a spirit. It must be Yuan Ying. It must be Yuan Ying. It can only be Yuan Ying! In this way, you can instantly kill Mo Xi!

The six ancestors, the supernatural powers are weaker than Mo Xisheng, and the bitterness of the mortal is dead, and the six people work together, and it is difficult to survive. And if they run away, they have no tricks, they are faster than teleportation, and there is no secret law like bandit.

Even if there is, can you escape the murder of the ink... The magical power that turned into the bottom of the ink is really only the life of the eccentric...

How to do? ! If Ning Fan is here, do all the masters of Wei Guoqi, it is the rain temple Yuan Ying, they have no time to rescue!

If he kills, who can escape, who can contend? !

"I want an explanation. No one can leave this place until I am satisfied."

Ning Fan swept his eyes, but all the strangers who had been swept away immediately chilled and bowed their heads...

Zongze quickly expressed his feelings and looked at Moxi’s ruined body. The six great ancestors did not dare to go out in the atmosphere of Yuanjue Valley. This is probably the most beautiful time since the round of Gu Li Gu. He is grateful to the ancestors who don’t know where to come from!

"Hou Chuan, this person really is my ancestors..."

"That's true... This ancestor hasn't come back for more than a thousand years, and it's not surprising that the head is not known!"

"But, no matter what his identity, he is my benefactor...he said it is the ancestor, then it is."

...

When Zong Ze and Hou Chuan were heard, the six ancestors were afraid...

Finally, the second master of Wei Guo, the ancestor of Nanning Valley, asked bitterly and respectfully.

"I don't know what you want to explain, you can be satisfied..."

"Xian Wang."

Ning Fan took the murder and smiled.

And all the six strangers who survived are stunned.

I dare to love this person, it is to make money...

It turns out that it is enough to give money. As long as I know this, why should Mo Sheng fight for his life... Money buys life, how small! Hey, Mo Xisheng is too embarrassed... If he knows that he can break his wealth and save his life, he will die, and he will regret his intestines...

"I don't know how many Xianyu you want..."

"The first two thousand people in Jindan, the middle 40,000, the later 80,000, the ancestors, 200,000, how, not expensive!" Ning Fanyu threatened.

"What! You dare to blackmail me 200,000 celestial kings, you know, I am with the rain temple..." Among the ancestors, the white gate building seems to be dissatisfied, but immediately, Ning Fan’s eyes are cold, a teleport, appearing Behind the white door, press one finger!

The color of the white door floor changed greatly, and immediately spurred the refining technique. The eyelids were more sunken and thin, but the physical defense was raised to the peak of the eighth position of silver light! And raised a magical purple defense.

However, under Ning Fan's finger, its purple light defense immediately turned into a debris collapse. One finger pointed at the chest. Baimenlou immediately vomited blood and seriously injured, regressed and flew, and fell heavily. The first thing to climb up was not to escape. Instead, he untied the storage bag, put his hands on it, and explained it to the Emperor. If he was slowed down, he would be killed by Ning Fan!

"This is 200,000 Xianyu, please stop your hand! Baimou knows the wrong!"

"400,000!" Ning Fan cold and cold.

"So much, this... well, I understand... the younger generation is not enough, can you pay for it with magic weapon..."

"The magic weapon, three turns of medicinal herbs, baby-level exercises, others do not! Remember, this is an order, not a negotiation, you have no choice!"

(The phone has written 3000 words in 6 hours, 2 batteries have run out, a little motion sickness, the phone code is too small, it looks dizzy, shameful)