Grasping Evil

"Weekly, you let me go, you let go... um..."

Ning Fan tightly wrapped his waist, and still in front of so many people, Rao has had close contact, Bei Xiao Man is still full of shame.

It’s just that the more she struggles, the more tight Ning Fan is, the more she deliberately bullies her.

More secretly twitching the fingertips, secretly tweeting in the sensitive part of his waist, causing the North small savage body to numb, gently slamming, immediately, shy and angry.

Fortunately, the monk at the scene only thought that Bei Xiaoman was injured, and she did not know that she was touched by sensitive areas. Otherwise, Bei Xiaoman will definitely be crazy on the spot.

"You, shameless!" North Xiao Man can not say, she can not dare to be so many people, I was touched by Ning Fan.

Yes, he is the most shameless person in the world.

Hate him, hate him the most!

However, why do you see him to save yourself and he will be so happy.

Bei Xiaoman was so confused that he remembered the power of Ximen Night and immediately became pretty.

"Week, week, stink, you are going... he is very powerful..."

"I know."

Ning Fan gently loosened Bei Xiao Man, and kept it behind him. His fingertips went to the blood of Bei Xiao Man's lips, and he provoked Bei Xiao's pretty face and shyness.

Before the shot, Ning Fan felt that this Ximen night was extraordinary.

This Ximen night is just a distraction, but it has the strength of half-step simplification.

This person's deity, even if it is not the peak of refining, is afraid... broken!

If it is only a half-step simplification, Ning Fan can fight for himself, but Ximen Night has a sense of broken-level combat, and the real combat power is already a smashing level.

Saving the North is quite a man, but it is just a matter of trouble. But before the trade-offs were clear, his body could not help but flash out. When North Xiao Man was in trouble, she was in front of her.

Perhaps, it is to look at the face of Yuan Yao.

Perhaps it is the responsibility of the Lord Tata.

Perhaps, it is a joke-like relationship with Beixiao.

perhaps. Just don't allow people other than yourself to bully Bei Xiao Man.

"With me, you can't take her." Ning Fan's tone is dull, but there is a momentum that does not lose Ximen Night.

He will not be intimidated by Ximen night, even if Ximen night shattered deity comes, he is the same attitude.

Broken and grotesque, he is still offended!

"Is it by you?" Ximen night seems to hear something ridiculous. He made a look at the top of the three gods, and immediately closed his eyes, waiting for Ning Fan to splash three feet.

Immediately, the three gods will lead the gods. Each is a sneer, turned into a three-lined tobacco clip to attack Ning Fan.

"Despicable!" Seeing Ning Fan was attacked by three sacred gods, and Bei Xiaoman’s expression changed immediately.

The Ximen family is quite proficient in the combination of the techniques, and the power of these three gods has almost caught up with the usual half-step simplification.

And these three are even upper monks, the means are much more powerful than the lower bounds of the Yan Zun, Bei Xiaoman is worried that Ning Fan suffers.

Ximen Night is a micro-closed pair of eyes, clearly distinguishing the winner's mind.

In his view, if only to deal with a middle age. Even if the mid-term transformation of the gods against the sky is comparable to the half-step simplification, it will never stop the servants of the three servants.

"roll!"

Ning Fan’s eyes were cold, stepping out in one step, and a mighty sword spread out. Sweeping the hall.

The three peaks of the gods have not yet floated close to Ning Fan, and they were shaken out by the tyrannical sword. Immediately, the chest was hit hard. His eyes are blank.

"It’s a sword, and it’s still a sword!"

The three of them did not know how many masters of the gods had been eliminated. But the body that connects with Ning Fan can't do it. Only one word, one step into a sword, will shake three people to vomit blood and fly back.

Even though it was Ximen Night, all of them looked a little deep, and immediately realized that Ning Fan was not the middle of the **** of intelligence, but the peak of the real thing.

"The peak of the gods? The age of the bones is less than 500 years old. The qualifications are extraordinary. It is only you have to understand that the qualifications in this world cannot be reached at the peak. You are in my eyes, just ants!"

When it is repaired to a certain extent, qualification is not the most important.

If there is no strong background, there are not countless cultivation resources to support, and it is totally vain to want to break through the broken, the immortal, the true fairy.

In the eyes of Ximen, Ning Fan is just a junior with qualifications.

After all, the Ximen Night Deity has been broken and succeeded. Looking at it for four days, it is one of the few existences of this generation of Tianjiao.

And Ning Fan, it is still only the peak of the gods, whether it can be smashed, whether it can be broken, is still unknown. Qualification does not mean everything!

"You, kill him."

Ximen night made a color to a silver robe old man next to him. The old man immediately noticed it, stepping out one step at a time, and it was also a half-step meditation.

The old man in the silver robes is full of silk and electric light and sizzles.

At the moment when its momentum opened, except for Ximen Night, all the Ximen homes were separated from each other, and the expression was taboo.

"This time is the elders of Thunder? The elders of Thunder are a Thunder, and there are very few people in the same class. Especially this thunder, it is a six-product thunder, and the power is different..."

"I heard that there is no end to the sea in the lower bounds. There are seven **** in the sea. If these seven are in front of the elders of Lei, they are not enough to see!"

Some whispers, falling into the ears of the silver robes, but can not arouse any fluctuations in their minds, which shows that this person is a strong monk.

Lei’s elders swept over Bei Xiaoman and saw the latter’s pale face, slightly awkward.

He had been favored by the four ladies of the Palace of the World. Today, he shot and killed Ning Fan, which is bound to make Bei Xiao quite sad.

He secretly sighs, but he is involuntarily. He is now a Ximen family, a man of food, a loyal person.

Looking at Ning Fan, his eyes showed a hint of mercy, indifference,

"Zhou Ming, if you are shackled, the old man looks at the face of Miss Four... Leave your soul in the reincarnation!"

"No, you are not my opponent."

"Hey! Big words!"

Lei’s elders’ eyes are cold, and he’s stepping into the sculpt of the illusory period, will he be afraid of a peak?

Can help Ning Fan to keep a soul reincarnation, it is already open to the net, since Ning Fan does not know well, he does not have to be merciful.

Step by step, the whole body of silver and electricity, the elders and old hands in the air to draw a semi-circle, the next moment, the Thunder turned into a gossip palm print. To Ning Fan is a palm shot.

"Eight Thunder!"

Gossip, the palm of the hand, was shot, and immediately turned into eight bowls of thick snakes in eight directions, and attacked Ning Fan.

This is not a mass killing, but the strength of the palms to the limit, each of the snakes is enough to easily kill the peak of the gods.

"This mine is good, I want it!"

Ning Fan suddenly had a little eyebrow, and pulled out the broken whip of the peak of Lingbao, and even pumped eight whip toward the Eight Thors.

Do not look at the other side of the Thunder for the six products of the virtual thunder, but Ning Fan's Thunder, but it is the thunder of the sky.

Eight whip shadows. Eight blood-throat dragons, collided with the silver mine, immediately electro-optic.

Shi Bing and Lu Qing saw the Thunder's potential, and immediately opened the South Tower defense, so as to prevent the fighting in the temple from spreading to the outside world.

Once the electric light is turned on, it is feared that the Xuanwu City will be flattened.

boom!

The two mines touched each other, and the thunder elders suddenly changed their faces. The six-product silver mines showed their fearful emotions and did not dare to resist **** thunder.

After the eight whip. The thunder snake suddenly shattered, and the electric light was swallowed up by blood thunder.

Under the eyes of everyone, the broken **** whip swallowed up all the thunder of the elders of Lei, and was promoted to a half-step virtual treasure!

"Heavenly **** thunder! In the seven realms of cultivation. This thunder is almost the strongest thunder!"

Lei’s face was dignified and finally realized that although Ning Fan was the peak of the gods, the means was never weak. I want to win over Ning Fan. Hard!

Looking back, Ximen night was watching himself unhappy. In the meantime, the elders of Lei’s heart are not good. If you can't kill Ning Fan, he will definitely be killed by Ximen Night.

"Puzzle! Thunder sword, now!"

A long wave of Lei’s old sleeves, a silver sword appeared in front of him.

Every sword and shadow is the peak of Lingbao, and the eight swords are one, and its power is never in the virtual treasure!

"It is a Thunder sword! This is the treasure of the elders of Lei, not only how many gods die under this sword!"

"Hey, that week is dead, and his blood whip is powerful, and he is doing thunder, but after all, he is only half a step of the virtual treasure, can not stop the power of this Thunder sword!"

Even if the elders of Lei were lost to Ningfan, the Ximen’s monks also decided that the elders were even bigger.

With the change of the elders of Lei, the eight swords became spurred by the streamers, and the sharp and sharp sounds were heard. There was no shadow between them, and the next moment, each flashed until Ning Fan and half a squad. Out, divide eight swords and mines and sweep to Ning Fan.

This sword is a combination of eight in one, even if it is half-step smelting, it may fall.

Seeing the Eight-Swords coming to the forefront, Ning Fan’s eyes were cold, and one step was taken, and the blood whips in his hands, for a moment, even a hundred lashes.

Hundreds of whip shadows fell on the top of the eight-handed thunder sword. Only one moment, the eight swords seemed to be shot, and all of them fell from the waist.

As for the eight swords, it was directly swept by the broken whip.

He was broken and eight swords, and Lei’s elders were stunned. He never imagined that the broken whip was such a sturdy magic weapon.

What made it even more unexpected was the same moment when the Eight Swords were shattered. In Dantian, a hundred blood-colored electro-optic lights suddenly appeared, and they were heavily bombarded above their gods.

puff!

Lei’s elders were pale and seriously injured. He could feel that if he was not ruthless, he would directly destroy the gods and die under the blood mine!

"Retire! Otherwise, I will not be merciful!"

Ning Fan holds a whip, his eyes are like a demon, and his black hair dances in the wind.

If the elders were not kindly speaking before the elders, and would like to keep the soul of Ning Fan into the reincarnation, Ning Fan will never leave his life.

If Elder is no longer stubborn, Ning Fan will not be merciless again... only kill!

hiss!

A cold air swept through the Ximen family monks.

The elders of Lei, who possessed the six-pronged spirit and the slashing swords, were only two strokes, and they were almost killed by Ning Fan.

The discerning eye has seen that if the non-Ning Fan is merciful, Lei Elder... is dead!

This week, it is a monk! Even though it is not as good as Ximen Night, it can be regarded as a Tianjiao figure in the name of a field.

Under the gaze of Ning Fan, the original Ximen Jiahua, who was still arrogant, was dodging one by one, and no one dared to look at it with Ning Fan.

"Ximen night, I said, there is me, you can't take her away!"

boom!

Simon's night was gloomy, and Ning Fan's words were tantamount to hitting his face.

Unrelentingly, the palm of the hand, the body of Lei Chang’s seriously wounded, immediately turned into a **** fog collapse, leaving only the gods not dead.

"Waste! After I kill this, come kill you!"

Lei Chang’s **** is afraid, but he does not dare to resist, and he cannot resist.

Ximen night is too strong, and it is only a matter of moments to pinch him.

His eyes swept to Ning Fan. Ximen Night has understood that Ning Fan is indeed a personal thing, at least under the smoldering, almost no one can win him.

But that is just under the smoldering.

The distraction of Ximen Night, although it is also a half-step meditation, but its deity, but the real defeated and the first strong!

"Do you like Bei Xiaoman?"

"..." Ning Fan did not answer.

"Hey! I don't deceive you, but if you can win me half a stroke, Bei Xiaoman. You are here!"

laugh!

Ximen’s palms were empty, and immediately, the air in front of him was split into two halves by hand, revealing a newly opened cave space.

"Open the hole in the sky!"

Ning Fan's heart is a glimpse. This kind of means can only be done by broken and old geeks. With the eyes of Ning Fan, this cave space opened by Ximen Night is only a thousand miles wide. It is enough to show that this person is a means of heaven.

And it seems that this Ximen night is extremely conceited, disdain in the Xuanwu City than Ning Fan, after all, in the Xuanwu City fight. It may spread to other monks, making Ning Fan distracted.

Ximen night, to be light and Zhengda will step on the foot of Ning Fan!

"Into this hole, fight with me. Win me half a stroke, North Xiaoman belongs to you! If defeated, then die!"

Ximen night does not say anything. Step into the hole.

After Ning Fan slightly thought about it, it was easy to get rid of the wind and space in the area. If there is any change, you can always take it out.

Moreover, this space has just been opened up, and there is absolutely no possibility of an ambush.

"Small man, not a cargo."

Ning Fan looked back at Bei Xiaoman, and smiled lightly, but turned to step into the space of the cave, and the void healed.

thump…

It was a small stone that fell into the heart of the lake. In a word, it made Bei Xiao Man’s heart tremble.

Not a cargo...he said that I am not a cargo...

Whether it is a mother-in-law or a sister, I will treat my marriage contract as a bargaining chip for the Ximen family and treat it as a cargo. But he said that I am not a cargo.

Bei Xiaoman has always felt that Ning Fan is very annoying and very annoying.

Every time I saw Ning Fan laughing at her, she was inexplicably angry.

But this time, she felt that this smile was particularly good-looking, and the good-looking one was sad.

He clearly knows that Ximen Night is powerful, but he still has to fight with one.

Isn't he the most bullying me, why he is willing to be my head.

"do not go…"

Bei Xiaoman’s heart was suddenly scared. She knew how powerful Ximen night was. She tried to retain it, but Ning Fan had already entered the cave space.

She wants to enter it, but this space is opened by Ximen Night Palm Printing. Unless it is a broken monk, anyone can easily enter...

boom!

I didn’t give much thought to Bei Xiaoman’s time, but I entered the cave space in Ningfan and Ximen night. There have been earth-shattering fluctuations... Two people are fighting each other, they are all working hard!

The fighting law is fluctuating, and it is almost necessary to shatter the cave space!

laugh!

A blood came out from the crack of the void and splashed on the face of Bei Xiaoman.

Bei Xiaoman gently touched the blood, the breath, she would not recognize it.

It is the blood of Ning Fan...

What happened inside, what happened?

Why did you just take a shot, Ning Fan will splatter the blood!

"Don't have anything! Don't have anything!"

North Xiao Man’s tears can no longer be controlled. Ning Fan fights for her, but she does not even know that Ning Fan is alive or dead at the moment.

She finally found out that in her own heart, I didn’t know when to start, I couldn’t let him go...

In the cave space, Ning Fan was bathed in blood, and his eyes were cold. In front of him, Ximen Night was also a smashed boxing, secretly horrified.

He is a soul, but the realm of the refining of the peak of Yufeng, and Ning Fan Mingming is only the third realm of jade.

But hundreds of punches, although Ning Fan was in the blood, but did not fall too much.

And myself, even more unsuccessful, the boxing bones were all shattered by Ning Fan.

"You are very strong, but this is only within the spirit of God. This seat is already broken, and I have seen too many arrogance. I am not afraid to tell you that the strength of this distracted body is almost completely re-enacting my god. The level at the time. You are not your opponent!"

"Yes, how is your boxing bone broken?" Ning Fan smacked his mouth and blood, and his fighting was more prosperous.

For the first time, he met such a peer, Tianjiao, and the man was so powerful that he instinctively shivered with excitement.

In the past, he was somewhat arrogant because he defeated some Tianjiao.

Han Nietian, Ximen Night... These are the existences of breakthroughs in the same generation!

"I will not lose!" Ning Fan decided.

"Hey! Big words, this trick, this seat will not be merciful again. Soul!"

Ximen’s five fingers were caught in the night and caught in the soul of the earth.

However, seeing Ning Fan’s mouth sneer a hook, the same five fingers grabbed, and actually rushed to the soul of the earth before Simon night.

There is only one soul in the earth, Ning Fan has taken away the soul of the earth, and there is no soul to smoke at Ximen Night.

"You will also be the soul of the soul, and more sophisticated than this seat, this is impossible!"

Simon's night eyes were moving for the first time.

This Soul of the Soul is also a hindrance to Ximen Night after breaking through the broken, not pure. Originally wanted to smash the soul to achieve the smoldering mana, a trick to kill Ning Fan, but never thought, but Ning Fan took away the soul.

Souling into the body, Ning Fan's mana skyrocketed, and the time was raised to half-step smoldering, completely not weaker than Ximen Night.

The bones sounded like a burst of sound, Ning Fan's eyes were like electricity, cold eyes Ximen night, palms condensed two layers of palm prints, one palm shot.

The next moment, rolling black inflammation into a giant palm of two thousand feet, from the head of the city to the west gate night.

"Where is the virtual spell? But what about it! Big empty palm!"

Ximen night palm prints a shot, the darkness of the night as the power of the void, turned into two thousand feet of black palm print, and the fire palm suddenly touched.

boom!

The palm of the hand collapsed, the palm of the hand was broken, and the wave swept across, almost letting the space in the cave collapse.

Ning Fan retired more than ten steps, Ximen night retreat nine steps, only to stabilize their body shape.

Ximen night secretly glimpsed, the big empty palm of his own full shot, will be taken over by Ning Fan.

What makes it even more incredible is that Ning Fan is almost at the moment of stabilizing his body shape. He is able to help the purple wing and hold the sword with both hands. One is the starlight like water and the other is blood.

Nothing was shaken by the collapse of the fire palm, holding the sharp sword, attacking on the face, not afraid of death.

"I won't lose!"

This time, Ximen Night really felt the momentum of Ning Fan's sword.

His eyes changed, and this is the most fierce one among the gods he has seen.

"But you, after all, just turn the gods... the Nether Sword!"

Ximen night waved with a hand, the power of the void condensed into a black sword, the power is comparable to the virtual treasure!

A little sword, welcoming Ning Fan's double sword, Jianguang's confrontation, the cave space began to collapse.

After more than ten confrontations, Ximen was impatient to find out that he could not take advantage of Ningfan.

Even the single swordsmanship is subtle, and he is too inferior.

"This seat will be on the kendo and lose to a lower squad!"

A strong disappointment, rushed to Ximen night heart.

He held the sword with one hand and the other hand smashed it to Ning Fan's body.

The power of a shot, the shock of Ning Fan Hukou smash, blood flow as a note, but the eyes do not change the momentum of the charge, the blood dragon demon sword toward the West Gate night neck, a touch of care.

Ximen night was secretly scared, and this kind of life-fighting style made him jealous.

In a hurry, but still is the neck of the blood dragon sword, leaving a half-inch long blood mark.

And when the blood dragon demon sword cut through its skin, it seems that there is a force of tearing from the blood sword, and the blood of Ximen night is sucked away a lot, but it is under the general meaning, it is bigger than Ning Fan. The loss.

"What is this demon sword!" Ximen was furious at night, and he did not allow himself to be injured by a cockroach.

"Half trick, I won." Ning Fan sneered.

"Shut up!" Simon night eyes mad.

What are the half-jobs, are left behind.

He has only one mood at the moment, that is... killing Ning Fan!

(3/6) (To be continued.)