"Then... what is that?!" King Nanjun stared in front of him dumbfounded, seeing the white light that made his eyes feel extremely stinging.

He felt a shocking sword power from the bright white light!

This also means what kind of sword technique should it be?

What kind of monks made this kind of noise?

There are only a few living people in the Great Demonic Forbidden Land, so where can a cultivator come from?

And he is also a monk who is good at swordsmanship?

etc!

Prince Nanjun suddenly remembered that Fan Wu seemed to be carrying an exaggerated sword on his back.

In other words, Fan Wu can use swordsmanship.

Could it be Fan Wu?!

When he saw that bright sword light disappearing from his eyes, Prince Nan's thoughts did not calm down. He still felt waves of heart palpitations.

At the same time, he also felt a strange itching sensation coming from the skin all over his body.

This made him hold back his frightened thoughts while scratching himself continuously.

"Weird." King Nan Jun scratched harder and harder, with an unexpected look on his face: "In the past, shouldn't it be that you would have this weird itching feeling when you were particularly close to the core area of ​​the Great Demon Forbidden Land?

?Why do you feel it now?"

He scratched his skin so hard that he had already scratched several holes in his clothes.

The nails penetrated the clothes and touched his skin, immediately scratching out several marks.

The skin scratched by the nails felt a burning pain, but he didn't take it seriously. Instead, he felt that the pain could suppress the itching on the skin.

Although he felt strange about the sudden itching, he didn't think it was a big deal.

Because he's already used to it.

"Hey... it's bleeding again." After feeling that his skin was scratched by himself, his fingertips felt a little warm moisture. Prince Nan frowned and muttered: "Why do you feel that since you met this person named Fan?

Wu guys, all kinds of things have become so weird?"

He shook his head, shook off the thoughts in his mind, and headed in one direction, heading towards the direction where the bright sword light flashed just now, both cautiously and at the same time wanting to speed up the pace.

It didn't take long.

King Nanjun saw a huge sword mark that penetrated deep into the mountain on a very steep bare mountain wall ahead, and there was a faint red light lingering in the sword mark.

It was as if the slashing sword was accompanied by scorching heat, burning the soil and rocks on the mountain wall into red magma.

Shocking!

Was this really the sword strike of Fan Wu? But that guy didn't seem to have any magic power, right? How could he strike such an astonishing strike? King Nanjun was completely confused.

You can't just rely on your terrifying brute force to forcibly cut out such a sword, right?

Are you kidding me?

This sounds a bit outrageous and completely inconsistent with common sense.

perhaps……

Did he think too much?

King Nanjun shook his head and threw away all the random thoughts in his mind. He stared at the huge sword mark on the mountain wall and murmured to himself: "If you can't see the corpse of any strange thing, then it means it's not

Does this mean that the strange thing was chopped into pieces and turned into powder by his sword?"

Thinking like this, I couldn't help but shudder.

For some reason, he felt a dull pain in his forehead. After all, when he was at Hanling Temple, he received a blow from Fan Wu's knife on his forehead.

He didn't die in Fan Wu's hands, was it because at that time, his life was too great?

One hand was still scratching the itch, and the other hand touched his Tianling Cap.

Prince Nanjun muttered: "Young people don't strike lightly, and why does this guy walk so fast?"

He felt that his old arms and legs could no longer keep up with Fan Wu.

…

the other side.

Fan Wu flicked his finger and flicked away a small lump of weird mucus on his arm. He killed a lot of weird things along the way, even though some of these weird things were not even as good as the Fu family's cultivators.

Those dozen envoys from the Great Yan Dynasty...

But there are enough of them! Enough of them is enough. Sometimes quantity can really make up for quality.

Along the way, Fan Wu was calculating his free attribute point gains all the time.

He found that the free attribute points he had exploded had reached 7 points!

Plus 12 free attribute points in the balance.

The total adds up to an attribute point balance of 19 points!

After many days, Fan Wu once again became a big player in free attribute points, with the free attribute points in his pocket...

It is almost breaking through the 20 mark.

Not easy!

Fan Wu had just lamented the word "not easy" when he suddenly realized that his trip seemed to be quite easy.

Because he barely contributed anything.

These monsters are no match for him.

If you can't kill a monster with one punch, then hit that monster with a sword on its head.

It will always blow it up!

but.

In the Great Demonic Forbidden Land, after all, as Prince Nanjun said, there are very few living creatures other than flowers, plants and trees. After killing so many strange things, Fan Wu found that he encountered strange things more frequently than before.

It had to be lowered a lot before it started.

Before, it would take about half a stick of incense to walk before you could encounter one or several strange creatures.

Now...he has been walking for half the time of burning incense, and in the end, he has encountered nothing.

Don't say you encountered something strange.

Not a single mosquito was seen.

He didn't even hear any chirping noises. Instead, he heard a person behind him, who had been following him bitterly, but he never had the chance to catch up.

who's that person……

Of course, Fan Wu couldn't help but know that King Nanjun smelled like he hadn't taken a bath in more than half a month.

He was impressed!

And as the noise coming from the Nanjun King behind him became louder and louder in Fan Wu's ears, Fan Wu had already noticed that the Nanjun King was about to follow... It was difficult for the Nanjun King who was already quite old.

Yes, I have followed you all the way for so long.

"wait……"

"Wait a minute!"

behind.

The call from King Nanjun came: "Don't... don't walk so fast!!"

Fan Wu slowed down a little.

Prince Nanjun finally followed.

"call--"

"call--"

"You...you guy..." Prince Nanjun walked up to Fan Wu without even breathing. One hand kept scratching his butt, and the other hand was holding on to a big tree next to him:

"You guys, can't you walk a little slower?"

"And why did you suddenly leave without saying a word? You made me look for you in this forbidden area for so long. Do you know how dangerous this forbidden area is?"

"Stop for a while...stop for a while...let me rest for a while, but my old bones are exhausted."

Prince Nanjun sat down on the ground completely regardless of his image.

Then he couldn't help but scratch the itchy spot on his neck.

Then he discovered that Fan Wu looked at him with a slightly strange look, as if he was looking at some Xiti species, which made King Nan feel uncomfortable for a while.

Although King Nanjun also knew that he was a bit of an alien in the eyes of others, the Fan Wu in front of him was also an alien!

Being stared at by an alien... with a look that looked at aliens.
To be continued...