Chapter 51 is out

Han Yuanzheng was an elephant-level monk. Even though he was seriously injured, he was still not comparable to Feng Yuanzhou. His palm was like a rock-shattering one, the air hissed, and the terrifying palm force was like thunder, falling directly on Nie Fan's head!

If this palm hits Nie Fan on the head, he will definitely turn into a pile of meat!

At this moment, at the critical moment, Nie Fan seemed to realize something. He suddenly opened his eyes, struck the ground with lightning in his palms, and retreated suddenly.

Han Yuanzheng's inevitable blow missed, but firstly he was missing a hand, and secondly, he couldn't control his habit with a full blow. His body shape was still the same as before, and his palms were directly slapped on the ground.

Nie Fan's eyes turned cold and his mind moved slightly. The fairy sword from the sky immediately flew down and fell into his palm. Nie Fan swept the sword horizontally and cut off most of Han Yuanzheng's arm!

"ah!"

Han Yuanzheng roared and screamed, his feet missing, and he suddenly retreated.

Nie Fan was filled with murderous intent, with a cold and stern look on his face. He held the fairy sword in his hand and suddenly moved forward. The sword light was airtight and he slashed towards Han Yuanzheng.

Han Yuanzheng lost his other arm, and his face was full of shock and anger. When he saw Nie Fan coming to kill him with a sword, his face became even more gloomy. He shouted to Nie Fan in a cold voice: "Junior, you have already refined the fairy sword, why are you still insisting on it?

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Nie Fan looked at his bleeding arm and knew that he was at the end of his strength. His eyes turned cold, and the sword in his hand became faster and fiercer. Each sword was meant to kill Han Yuanzheng.

"Junior," Han Yuanzheng was seriously injured and now lost his arms. It can be said that he has no backhand power at all, but he still said sternly with anger and hatred on his face: "If you continue to be aggressive, I will use the last resort to die with you."

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"You don't have this chance!" Nie Fan's eyes suddenly flashed with murderous intent, and he forcibly activated the Seven Kills Sword Art, pointing the tip of the sword directly at Han Yuanzheng.

Without waiting for Han Yuanzheng to react, the fairy sword immediately shot out a series of sword shadows. The sword shadows were wide and dense, blocking all Han Yuanzheng's dodge positions, and they were as sharp as lightning and rushed straight towards Han Yuanzheng!

"Little..." Before Han Yuanzheng could shout angrily, sword shadows suddenly pierced Han Yuanzheng's body.

Han Yuanzheng's voice stopped suddenly, as if he had been restrained by someone, and he stood there motionless. Not long after, six or seven blood holes appeared on his body. He opened his eyes wide, full of anger and disbelief, and then

Falling to the ground!

When the tall monster saw that Nie Fan had killed Han Yuanzheng with one move, his blood-red eyes changed slightly, and he looked at Nie Fan with a hint of vigilance.

Liu Tielong and Yang Zhiyong were sitting cross-legged on the ground, their hearts skipping a beat. They frowned and looked at Nie Fan with a cold look on their faces, fearing that he would violently kill someone.

Feng Yuanzhou on the other side had wiped the stain from the corner of his mouth, but his face was very pale, his eyes were filled with suppressed panic, and he was staring at Nie Fan with flickering eyes.

Nie Fan's consciousness enveloped the entire secret room, and he could clearly see every move of everyone, especially the tall monster. The vigilance in his eyes could not escape him at all.

Nie Fan didn't look at him. He waved the fairy sword in his hand, and a sword energy shot directly at Feng Yuanzhou.

Poof

As sharp as electricity, the terrifying sword energy instantly pierced Feng Yuanzhou's heart.

Feng Yuanzhou straightened his body and stared blankly at Nie Fan with an angry look in his eyes. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something. Soon, he slowly fell down, revealing the strange cylindrical iron tool behind him.

Nie Fan walked over and picked it up. When he looked through it with his spiritual consciousness, he was suddenly shocked.

This is a clever hidden weapon, which is full of poisonous needles made of fine iron. Once activated, it will scatter densely like rain in all directions. No one within ten meters of this thing will be spared!

Nie Fan once again made up his mind to improve his cultivation as soon as possible. Without even looking at Feng Yuanzhou, he turned to the tall monster and said, "I will accept this sword. If I can find a way back in the future, I will let you know.

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The tall monster no longer regards Nie Fan as being weaker than him, or even as close to him, but as a 'senior', and said solemnly: "Okay."

Nie Fan put the fairy sword upside down behind his back, nodded to the tall monster, turned around and walked out.

The tall monster watched Nie Fan leave. It wasn't until he felt that Nie Fan was completely out of the passage that he whispered to himself with blood-red eyes flashing, "He really comes from the world of cultivation... I have been tired of traversing the earth for hundreds of years."

, if I can really go to the world of cultivation, it would be worthwhile for me to use the fairy sword to make friends with him..."

Nie Fan didn't care about those two people. The path of cultivating Taoism has always been about the jungle and the strong, and his compassion is that drugs can kill people.

He rushed out of the black brick passage and landed on the top of Tiankuang Hall. He looked at the silver body in front of him, the sharp sword edge, and the strong killing aura. He was so excited that he didn't expect that he would encounter such a thing on earth.

A sword!

Nie Fan raised his sword and faced the moon that was gradually disappearing in the sky. He couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart. He said with heroic spirit, "You are my natal master sword, and I practice the Seven Kills Sword Technique, so I will name you the Seven Kills Sword."

, follow me in the battle from now on, and massacre the entire Fang family to avenge my Xuehai!"

As soon as Nie Fan finished speaking, the fairy sword in his hand buzzed and trembled, as if he was excited and ready to be born, ready to kill as much as he wanted.

Seeing this, Nie Fan showed a smile on his face, took out a piece of cloth, wrapped it and put it behind his back.

He has not reached the third level of Qi training, so he has no way to put the sword into his body. And the storage ring is too rough to accommodate the Seven Kills Sword.

boom

The stone pillars in the Tiankuang Hall moved slowly, covering up the original black hole. The few people inside would probably become the blood food of the tall monster.

Nie Fan had no extra sympathy and stood on the roof with the Seven Kills Sword on his back, his expression pensive.

Now I know that there are two destinations, one is Xiaobanshan in the capital, and the other is the Lotus Temple in Kunlun Mountain. There are many ancient martial arts masters in Xiaobanshan, and it is difficult to enter with his current cultivation level.

"Kunlun Mountain, Lotus Temple?" Nie Fan's eyes moved slightly, and he murmured to himself thoughtfully. After a long time, his expression became fixed, and he said: "That's good, Kunlun Mountain is the ancestor of all mountains, and maybe we can find some elixirs to improve our cultivation.

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After Nie Fan finished speaking, he moved, jumped down from the Tiankuang Palace, and walked outside. He had one more thing to do: go see Zhao Jingxuan.

"Why hasn't Third Uncle come back yet?" Yang Zhi was restless in the farmyard, his brows furrowed. Although he was confident in his uncle's abilities, he still couldn't settle down for some reason.

He couldn't find anyone to go in and explore, so he could only walk around in the yard, but he felt more and more uneasy.

Similar to him is Liu Hao's younger brother, Liu Zheng, who is in the same room at the moment. He also has a gloomy face and an uneasy look. There has been no news at all all night. This is not his uncle's style.

"Team Yu, are those from the Secret Service?" In the carport, an old man with deep white hair on both sides of his head stretched his head and asked the three people on the roof not far away.

Yu Manya also tilted her head and looked at the three people, who were playing with some instruments and closely monitoring every move in Tiankuang Hall. She said lazily: "Maybe."

"Maybe?" The old man turned to look at Yu Manhua, and couldn't help but laugh when he saw his expression.

Yu Manya tilted her head and also laughed.
Chapter completed!