Grasping Evil

Ximen night caressed the neck and hurts.

But this murder, but in the next moment, he was bitten by his tongue and suppressed it.

He is proud, so he was hurt by Ning Fan, he will be mad.

He is self-sufficient, so he does not allow himself to suffer.

Ximen night screamed in black robe, but his heart was calmer and calmer. The deep black scorpion did not have any mood swings. Above the eyebrows, four black gods emerged, but they were raised by one hand. The mouth is bleeding, but cold and proud.

Without explanation, no longer concealing the killing of Ning Fan.

However, Ning Fan knows that Ximen night destroyed two stars in order to be fair. He wants to kill Ning Fan!

"You are really strong. If you have been born for a thousand years, you must be broken at this moment, but you need to understand that after all, you are not as good as me! You are too hurt, it is the end of strength..."

"I don't think so."

Ning Fan secretly spurred the technique of the black star, and the whole body was entangled with a light star.

There is no direct summoning of the life star, even though it is Ximen Night, he may not know that he has acquired the technique of black star.

The original **** wound was healed at a very fast speed.

This scene made Ximen night a surprise, and Ning Fan’s means of self-healing was very similar to the technique of star therapy.

"Your means are quite a lot. So, I can let go of a battle. If you live out of this world, I can guarantee it on behalf of the Ximen family. North is pretty good to you! If you lose... then die!"

Ximen night no longer speaks, his eyes change, the first **** star flashes, in an instant, within the cave space, the day turns into night.

As the night fell, I was immersed in the night, and the night of Ximen gradually became ethereal. In the end, I was born and disappeared from the eyes of Ning Fan.

His first deity, the star of the night, is the master of the night.

As long as it is deep in the night, you can cover all the breath. Assassinations and sneak attacks are all under the guise.

laugh!

A black ink-like sword, immersed in the night, attacked from the west.

Ning Fan double swords waving, the sword gas one by one to resist, the left eye purple star flashing, as if wearing all the night, immediately found the Ximen night hidden.

The whole body is soaring and rushing into the blood sword. Under the urging of Ning Fan, the blood sword emits evil and strange red awns in the night.

A sword, pointing to Ximen night. Like sweeping thousands of troops, it seems to shake the mountains, Jianfeng pointed, as if to pierce this side of the world, for a time, within the cave space, countless blood dragons are deafening.

A **** sword is seen through the sword, one tenth, ten hundred. There are millions of swordsmen in an instant.

Between the swords and the air, countless voids collapsed, and the night was smashed by the night, hiding in the darkness of Ximen Night. It was forced by a sword from Ning Fan!

puff!

After a lot of hemoptysis, Ximen night retired a hundred steps, hair break, black hair dance.

Ning Fan was forced out of his body by a sword. Ximen night is dark and strange, but this situation has been expected.

He was hiding in the night to inspire the power of the second god. The second **** is a special one, named the seven-tone star. In order to thoroughly stimulate the power of this star, it takes a little time to lose time.

His hands are sketched with mysterious sound maps, and the power of the emptiness evolves a seven-stringed guqin, swaying in the arms, and a trace of ancient music sounds from his fingertips.

Where the sound drifted, all the swordsmanship collapsed. At this moment, Ximen night, standing on the sky, seems to be able to compete with the sun and the moon.

Without any warning, Ning Fan’s heart was full of vigilance and immediately flew back.

At the moment of its retreat, Ximen night read the first sound.

"The first sound of the seven sounds, the sound of the five elements!"

He plucked the string to speed up, the magic sound was as fierce as the fire, and the place where the magic sound passed, turned into a heavy black sea of ​​fire, the sky fell cold, the wind rose, the air line thunder, and the hurricane swept.

"The art of vain!"

Ning Fan's gaze, this magic sound control five elements of the technique, is clearly a virtual level killing technique, once it is attacked by any, it is equivalent to a virtual attack.

A wave of sound waves with an unstoppable collapse, the sound waves are invisible and inferior, but how to resist.

At the top of Ximen’s night, there are thousands of black lights falling down. At this moment, his treasure is solemn, and he can’t see the sound of the murder.

Under the magical sounds, the soul of the earth that Ning Fan drew suddenly collapsed, and the technique of smashing souls failed again, and the momentum fell back to the peak of the gods.

铮——

Accompanied by the sound of the plucking of the Ximen night, the sound waves turned into a tangible wave, sweeping the five elements!

The first sound of the seven sounds, the five lines of sound, the magic sound out, breaking the world five lines!

To resist this sound, the five elements of the technique can not be used, only the means of using the five elements.

Ning Fan Baiyi is like a moon, and a pair of cold and cold is like a star.

There aren't many spells outside the five elements, but there is one of them. You can crack the five lines of magic sound at this moment.

Can break the five elements, evolve five tombs!

"The wind is a wooden dragon, the earth is a earth dragon, the thunder is a golden dragon, the fire is a fire dragon, and the ice is a water dragon."

"Five dragons die, black dragons live! Five elements die, five tomb students!"

Ning Fan refers to the shadow of the chaos, inciting the mysterious finger, and urging the demon to help the show.

Every time I read a word, there will be a thousand tombstones on top of the head, and the dragon shadow will fly.

The five tombstones are divided into five rows, which coincide with the life and death. In the five tombs, Ximen Night is shocked. The first string of the seven-stringed guqin is broken!

Its five lines of magic sound, at the same moment, split and broken!

"Five Tombs and Dragons! This is the black dragon's lost blood and blood, how can you make it!"

Looking at the five tombstones under the crack of the head, Ximen’s night vision changed and the second string was moved.

"The seventh sound of the seventh sound, the sound of the four beasts!"

The sound of the four beasts, specializing in breaking the blue dragon, white tiger, Suzaku, Xuanwu four blood!

铮——

A sound wave, suddenly filled with the sound of killing, turned into a dragon-shaped rune, and suppressed down to five tombstones.

The powerful force of the five tombs, how strong and fierce, almost a fierce fall, they broke through countless sound waves.

But every time I touched some sonic runes, the black dragon above the five tombs was illusory. After a short period of interest, the black dragon on the first tombstone crashed and the first tomb smashed!

"The seventh sound of the seventh sound, the sound of the mountain!"

铮——

This sound is on the scene, the magic sound with the arrogance of the raging waves, push the mountains to fill the sea, directly level the remaining four tombstones!

"The seventh sound of the seventh sound, the sound of Wan Jian!"

铮——

This sound is present, the magic sound is turned into a million sword light, and Ning Fan is drowned in the sea of ​​swords.

The magic sound of Simon's night. It’s hard to prevent, and every sound can break the unique technique.

Seeing that Ning Fan was submerged in the sea of ​​swords, Ximen night snorted and disdain.

"I can only be influenced by my four magic sounds. It seems that there are no three left, you are dead."

"Noisy!"

In the sea of ​​swords, Ning Fan sneered and pressed one finger.

He admits that the seven-tone technique of Ximen Night is quite unique. But it seems too early to want to kill yourself.

If someone can see through a million swords, they will see a wonder.

With the magic sound moving, the million-tone swords gathered into nine sword rivers, and Ning Fan calmly stood above the Jianhe River, and there were always swordsmanships flying over the skin, but he did not dare to kill Ning Fan.

Although the magic sound is strong, there is no sword in it.

The meaning of Ning Fan’s sword is the meaning of Dacheng’s trapped sword. It is the honor of Wan Jian, this sword is intended to protect the body, and the husband is arrogant!

Lifting one finger is like an incredible power. It is enough to sweep away everything and roll up the sky.

One finger fell, the cavernous space suddenly landslide and cracked in the sky.

"Crashing the sword refers to. The first collapse, the second collapse!"

In the double collapse, a sturdy sword is revealed. Turned into a million swordsman, was pulled into a million swords by Ning Fan.

The swordsman dances empty, the sound swords have collapsed, the million swordsmanship has been added, the cold night of Ximen night has changed greatly, and the whole body flashes the night of the night.

Don't say anything, leave the hammer and leave!

The next moment, a million swordsman stabbed, like a purgatory like a world.

Under the attack of the sword silk, the iron hammer condensed by the force of the void suddenly collapsed, and the night body of Ximen was smashed into blood fog, which disappeared without a shadow.

After the ten interest, the sword silk scattered, above the ruins, Ximen step by step in the night, black light a cage, the body re-condensed, it is actually the embodiment of the incarnation!

It seems that Ximen Night, despite relying on the avatar to block the sword, is still a big hit, and for the first time in his eyes.

"Sword refers! You have obtained the inheritance of Jianzu sword!"

Ximen night never imagined that the seven-tone technique he had in his ancestors was actually broken by Ning Fan.

He even did not expect that Ning Fan was much more secretive, not even in his family.

"Ximen Night, fight with me!"

Ning Fan put away the double swords, although he was bathed in blood, but the silver robe was not broken.

On the other hand, Ximen Night, although there is no trauma in the avatar, the robes are extremely ruined.

Ximen night used the incarnation, but the incarnation of the night. Ning Fan is also a step forward, the whole body is black and white, like a thick ink and indifferent, the body shape is more and more ethereal.

This scene fell in the eyes of Ximen, and the greatest pride of his heart shattered!

The greatest pride of his Ximen night was that he had learned the incarnation of the incarnation at the time of refining, and molded the incarnation of the night.

However, when Ning Fan was in the process of turning the gods, he could use the technique of incarnation, which made the pride of Ximen Night seem to be worthless.

"Ximen Night, fight with me!"

Ning Fan was tired of fancy, and he stepped out in one step and turned into a black smoke flash. He had appeared in front of Ximen Night, and he punched his fist.

Ximen night is also a real fire, clearly that his realm is higher than Ning Fan, but everywhere is suppressed by Ning Fan, this feeling, he does not like it!

"Zhou Ming! You can never be my opponent!"

boom!

I gave up all the fancy, only the fists were collided.

Both of them are jade-like body repairs, each with one foot and one foot, all have the power of landslides.

Between attack and defense, Ximen night evolved the power of the void, turned into a black sword, cut off the sky, and pressed Ning Fan.

Between advancing and retreating, Ning Fan was entwined with purple-gold sand, and the wind and sand swept away. The virtual sword suddenly became weathered, and even Ximen night was not hurt.

Both of them are incarnations, and between the attack and the attack, they use the avatar to offset most of the damage, but it will inevitably leave a little injury.

This kind of melee battle lasted for a whole day. At the beginning of several hours, Ning Fan’s body was inferior to Ximen Night.

In the next few hours, Ximen night injury added, the strength weakened, and Ning Fan is like energy endless, the more the war and the more courage.

At the last few hours, Ximen Night was almost exhausted, and Ning Fan was still a dragon and fierce, and the fists had the power to collapse!

Ximen Night finally realized why Ning Fan could fight more and more.

Because of the incarnation of Ning Fan. It has reached the realm of self-healing, and the incarnation of Ximen Night is still only a preliminary stage.

At this moment, Ning Fan, who is bathed in blood, seems to have no pain, just killing, like a madness.

Step by step. Step by step, step by step, step by step and recondense.

Between a broken and a condensed, there is a momentum that is rather jade and not full, and with the constant attack, the realm of refining that Ning Fan would soon break through is like a breakthrough in water!

From the third peak of Yuming to the fourth heavyweight of Yuming, all that is needed is the **** battle with Ximen Night!

boom!

Ning Fan’s boxing power is getting stronger and stronger. Ximen night suddenly found that its strength has been completely weak.

Not only because of their own strength, but also because of their self-healing, but also because of the battle with themselves, Ning Fan broke through the bottleneck of the refining body!

Seeing that Ning Fan is getting stronger and stronger, the avatar is more and more unable to prevent his boxing power. Ximen night gloomy, he has to admit that in the tug of war, he once again lost more than one!

In his heart. Thinking about it for the first time.

If Ning Fan breaks through the smoldering, how powerful it will be!

If Ning Fan breaks through the first heavy, the deity of Ximen Night may be Ning Fan's opponent!

I don't know!

Ximen night conceited by his life. The first time I saw from Ning Fan, I don’t have to win!

boom!

At this point, Ning Fan’s fist came on his face and slammed into the chest of Ximen’s night.

This punch is strong, giving Ximen a illusion. It seems that it has been changed by the Wanzhang Mountain.

The 24 ribs are crushed at this moment.

The avatar of the night entangled. At this moment, Ning Fan gave birth to the original form.

"not good!"

Ximen night spit blood, knowing this distraction, has already revealed defeat.

But this is no wonder others, can only blame yourself for not being strong, and self-confident!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The dull fists slammed into the chest at Ximen night, and they were smashed together with broken bones and dirty organs. Even though the body of the Ximen night jade was peaked, it was smashed with flesh and blood.

A bones and muscles, like everything is falling apart, it is difficult to move.

At this moment, Ning Fan, with a very proud attitude, stepped on the foot and stepped Ximen Night into the ground.

The whole body is turned into a squat, and from the sky, suddenly stepping on the Ximen night chest and abdomen, one foot, all the defense of the chest is pierced!

boom!

Under this footstep, the fragmented cave space was shattered. In the South Tower, the figures of the two blood-dyed robes fell from the space.

Among them, Ximen Night has been ashamed, and all kinds of fallen on the floor, the eyes are unwilling.

And Ning Fan stepped down step by step, the cloud boots were covered with minced meat, stepping on the Ximen night Dantian, only to get enough footsteps, Ximen night this distraction will die!

hiss!

All the monks in the South Tower are incredible, and their eyes are full of sorrow.

They thought that the strength of Ximen night, killing Ning Fan is only a moment, but waiting for one day, the two talents finally got the winners and losers, which shows that the two men are evenly matched and experienced hardships.

The hard work has made Ximen’s monks unacceptable.

What made them unacceptable was the imperial ‘West Emperor’ Ximen Night, who was beaten into a dead dog by Ning Fan and stepped under his feet with humiliation.

A cold and cold swept through, this moment of Ning Fan's eyes red, early killing red eyes, suffocating nothing, a look, it is like a peerless beast, let Ximen home **** Qi Qi suddenly retreat, teeth close tremble .

What a power! This power, more carrying the power to defeat Ximen night!

"Hail the Lord!"

"Bold! I dare to hurt my Western Emperor. If you fly to the North, you will definitely be killed by my Ximen family!"

The Ximen’s monks gradually returned to God, began to swear words, began to threaten words, and tried to save Ximen Night.

But no one dared to go forward and fight with Ning Fan, this moment of Ning Fan, too terrible!

"Close, shut up! Roll, roll!"

Ximen night was stepped on the foot of Ning Fan, coughing blood, he could not accept the fact that he was defeated, he could not accept it, and his subordinates, in the most inferior threat, saved their distraction.

He has only stepped on people, why have he been stepped on like this!

He is unwilling, but he is not willing to rely on Ximen family to suppress Ning Fan!

He has to wait, wait until Ning Fan is really broken, then fight with Ning Fan, a shame before the snow, otherwise, this shame will never wash the snow!

"Ximen night, you are defeated." Ning Fan's indifferent tone, but Ximen night is indisputable.

Ning Fan could have stepped on the death of Ximen Night, but Ximen Night did not use any broken spirits to bully Ning Fan from the beginning to the end. He only used the strength of half-step refining, which made Ning Fan not kill his points. God.

"Why don't you kill me, why! Loser. Damn!"

Ximen night sees Ning Fan not killing him, it is more humiliating than being killed.

The last step of the effort is to force the palm of your hand, one palm, and shoot on the heavenly spirit!

A distracted body, it collapses, but it is better to die.

"Zhou Ming! You are insulting me today, I only hate you, not hurting innocent. I am going to the West Gate night, and it’s a must. It’s yours! But if you move my Ximen night, I will report it. Let you regret it. Believe me, I can do it!"

"Humph!"

Ning Fan snorted, and before Ximen night ‘dead’, he still had to be disgusting and threatening him. It’s really abominable.

He did not kill the minds of the Ximen monks. These monks died in the rain. It is a big deal.

And this fight, this is Ximen Night and Ning Fan's grudges, it is not the matter of this group of gods.

"roll!"

Ning Fan gave a cold drink, and 48 Ximen became a god. All were scared and chilled, and hurriedly retired and returned to the north.

In an instant, within the hall. Only Ning Fan, Bei Xiao Man, Lu, Shi and others are left.

"Lu is not a dream... Zhou Daoyou even defeated the distraction of the Western Emperor. This is not to say that Zhou Daoyou is desperate to die. There is already a strength to refine the battle! Oh, if this matter is transmitted, the endless sea is afraid of vibration. Not small." Lu Qing sighed.

"I like this thing not to pass out..." Ning Fan shook his head. This grievance involves the marriage contract of Bei Xiaoman. It involves the palace of the world and the family of Ximen. If it spreads, it will definitely damage the face of Ximen.

Being robbed by a lower scorpion ant, this kind of thing may be tolerated by Ximen Night, but the Ximen family may not be able to endure it.

Today's Ning Fan can't bear the anger of Ximen's family... He is really too weak to beat Ximen Night, but he is not half-satisfied, only smiles.

What he defeated was only the distraction of Simon's night. If Ximen night deity comes, shredded and crushed, Ning Fan may not even have the hand.

"I have a big gap with the real Tianjiao...unless the breakthrough is broken, otherwise..."

Ning Fan shook his head. From today, he will not be self-satisfied with Tianjiao. There are too many people who are stronger than him.

"Zhou Ming, are you okay, how have you flowed so much blood!"

"Nothing, it's a little dizzy, maybe there is too much blood..."

Ning Fan looked at the North Xiao Man who was not dry, and suddenly his heart was soft, and he could not laugh again.

It’s incredible that Bei Xiaoman would cry for him.

Snapped!

Ning Fan’s head was empty, and it really fainted in the past, fainting in the direction of the north.

Before fainting, he had only two ideas. First, Ximen Night is a rival...

Second, the place where I fainted, it is really soft, although not too full...

Bei Xiaoman was overwhelmed. When she saw Ning Fan’s figure falling, her face was eager.

Only when Ning Fan fell in her arms, she felt that Ning Fan still had breathing.

It’s just bleeding too much, too tired, so it faints...

"Damn, Zhou is stinking! You are not dead, scare me, you are abominable!"

"Take your dirty face away, you lean on me, me, me..."

Bei Xiaoman’s face is red, and Ning Fan is really dizzy. He is picking his own chest and he is deliberate. Is it sincere?

Ning Fan was not hurt, and Bei Xiao Man did not dare to irresponsibly throw Ning Fan on the ground. He could only let Ning Fan face buried in his chest and greedily **** his own chest.

"Miss, Mingzun injury is too heavy, depending on the next look, must be treated immediately..." Shi Bing swears that he and Ning Fan have a relationship, and this time if Ning Fan shot, Bei Xiaoman must be returned to Beitian.

He never wants to see Ning Fan’s accident.

"Well, I know, I help him with it. I have something here, I haven't used it yet..."

Bei Xiaoman bites his teeth. In fact, her red dragon has not been completely cut off. The black crystal that the mother gave me only used half of it.

The remaining half is precious, but it is nothing compared to the treatment of Ning Fan.

"But, Chiron will find another way in the future, let the stinky Zhou Ming come over! Hey! He is the one I have to support, if it is so dead, I will lose!"

Bei Xiaoman's petite body, holding Ning Fan, walked toward the top of the South Tower.

There is her boudoir.

Beitian, Ximen family.

Among the Shiguan, Ximen Night is gaining the next bottleneck. Outside Shiguan, many monks are waiting.

Waiting for the monks. There is even the owner of the Ximen family, Simon Feng!

This is a true fairy, also the father of Ximen Night.

Looking at Shiguan, Ximen night is gratifying, he has nine sons, Ximen Night is undoubtedly one of the most outstanding people, and even became one of the four sons of the Northern Heavens, known as the Western Emperor.

It is conceivable that after tens of thousands of years, Ximen will be the next owner of the Ximen family. The next true fairy.

"Oh, the owner is really a tiger father without a dog, the night son is only two thousand years old, then break through the broken, looking at the North is a handful of Junjie."

"Where is it." Ximen Feng nodded proudly and was satisfied with the flattery of the people.

"I heard that the night son is distracted from the bottom of the world. I have to catch the Miss Four of the Palace, will it not happen?"

"What can happen to the rainy world in the night zone?" Simon was unhappy.

"No, no. The family owner misunderstood. I am afraid that the son is too strong and kills too much. It is only possible to be someone else. How could it be a son..."

"Haha! Well said, the accident may only be someone else, how could it be night. People in the rain world, it doesn't matter how much they die. The ants in the lower boundary of the district, if the night is happy, just kill it." Ximen Feng did not think so.

boom!

In the conversation between people. Stone shut suddenly and a loud noise occurred, Shimen smashed!

Among the gravel and smoke, Ximen night hit a black robe, and walked out of Shiguan. The corner of his mouth overflowed with blood, his eyes were cold and cold. After he walked out of Shiguan three steps, he suddenly vomited blood and succumbed to the ground.

This scene scared countless Ximen monks.

"What is going on! Is it the failure of the night boy bottleneck to understand! But this can't be so bad, how can the son be seriously injured!"

"Shut up! The night is not hurt by others, he is hurt by himself!"

Ximen Feng’s eyes were cold, and he clearly saw that there was a palm mark on the forehead of Ximen Night. It was not wrong. The palm mark was the inheritance of Ximen’s family—the big empty palm.

Judging from the palm of the hand, this palm is not directly on the forehead, but on the distraction, dragging the deity.

With the old-fashioned experience of Ximen Feng, I don’t know where Ximen was injured at night, because the lower bounds were distracted and forced him to take the plunge.

God swept away, swept across the ancestral hall, and saw the monk who accompanied the lower gate of Ximen, a life card was unbroken and curious.

Is it that Ximen Night is fighting against people and losing? Under shame, self-destruction?

Unless this is the case, the 48 gods sent to protect Ximen night will not be able to see Ximen night injured, and will definitely die with the enemy before Ximen night.

The so-called Zhizi Mo Ruo, Ximen Feng has roughly guessed what happened.

"Your distraction is defeated in the hands of smoldering?" Ximen Feng secretly sighed, if the night of Ximen was distracted into the hands of meditation, he still had a way to comfort Ximen night.

"No, he is...the peak of the gods..." Ximen night was unwilling to distract, and the gods died. All the memories of the gods were transmitted with strange powers.

"What! You are half-step sacred distraction, defeated in the hands of a lower bound of the gods, how is this possible!" Ximen Feng secretly shocked, his child's talent, he is naturally well-informed. Do not say that in the lower bounds, even in the northern days, there is no distraction that can destroy the Simon of the West.

Just watching the eyes of Ximen night unwilling, Ximen Feng knows that Ximen night will not lie. If he is not defeated to a weaker person, he will never be so reconciled.

"He, who is it, you need to be chased for the husband..."

"No, I have to wait for him to break, and fight with it... He called... Zhou... Ming..."

Ximen night hates a bite, and his eyes are white, and it is faint.

On this day, the Ximen family was boiled because of a Zhou Ming!

Just follow Ximen night, Ximen Feng did not send anyone to chase down Ning Fan.

He knows his baby.

Ximen night is too proud, he must wait and kill Ning Fan personally, otherwise, nothing makes sense.

Numerous Ximen monks have been talking about it, and what is being talked about is the fact that Ximen was defeated by the night.

"The rainy world first had a land north, and then there was a Zhou Ming... the lower bound Tianjiao, it seems that there are a lot of unspeakable characters."

"Even the Western Emperor has lost, hey, this week is really a bad thing. If you give him a thousand years, afraid of the millennium, you can really become a character..."

(4/6) (to be continued.)