However, what they didn't expect was that Ning Xiaofan didn't seem to have tried his best in that move just now, and only used 50% of his strength.

A 50% strength can break through their protective energy, which is enough to show how powerful the young man in front of him is.

They have been practicing for three hundred years before they have today's cultivation. This kid has reached the level of crushing them in his early twenties. What a demonic talent?

It seems that today I met a strong enemy.

However, they were unwilling to give up like this. After all, he had forty people on his side, and Ning Xiaoyao did not have three heads and six arms. How could he deal with it alone?

After thinking through all this, the forty monks surrounded Ning Xiaofan again and prepared to take him down.

Ning Xiaofan looked at the forty monks surrounding him and said in his heart that terrible. Although their strength is better than his own, the strength of these people being united is much stronger and he has no chance of winning at all.

It seems that I can only use the means of putting the bottom of the box.

Ning Xiaofan activated the soul phantom to the extreme, and the spiritual energy in his body was increasing, but his body became stronger and stronger.

A huge phantom slowly formed behind him, and the image of the phantom was almost no different from his original body.

This, what is this?

What kind of monster is this?

How could he have such a strong body, and how could his body exude such a strong breath of life?

Has this kid practiced some secret techniques?

Seeing the phantom behind Ning Xiaofan, the pupils of several monks suddenly shrank, and their faces were full of horror. They had never encountered such a strange situation before.

In their eyes, the phantom behind Ning Xiaofan turned out to be like a living creature.

His skin was covered with a light blue color, his height was more than five feet long, and his eyes were also green, like two balls of dark green flames.

Roar!                                                              

Could this kid have practiced some kind of secret technique to elevate his body to such a state?

Hearing this roar, one of them suddenly thought of something, and his heart was terrified, and he became afraid of Ning Xiaofan.

They are all masters who have been practicing for many years, but they still can't see through the boy opposite.

No one knows how powerful his body is, but they know that if they continue to tangle with the boy opposite, they may suffer a loss.

However, if they just retreated, they were unwilling to accept it because the things given by the Duanmu family were so tempting, who wouldn't want to try it?

Ning Xiaofan had long guessed the concerns of the monks on the other side. He smiled disdainfully and said to himself: It's a pity to eat, it's a pity to throw it away. Forget it, I'll decide for you! After that, he kicked his feet and rushed out like a cannonball. The ghostly sword in his hand was waving, and the black sword as black as ink gushed out from it, like extremely sharp daggers, drawing cold lights in the air.

Under Ning Xiaofan's control, these blades rotated in the air, causing a howling sound of wind to attack the forty cultivators.

The forty monks, looking at the black blades that were galloping towards them, all their faces changed suddenly and were anxious.

If this blade falls on me, it will definitely be cut into pieces, right?

They dared not stand it hard, and they retreated one after another.

Ning Xiaofan didn't chase after him, and then held the Ghost Sword and injected the spiritual energy from his body into the Ghost Sword.

Suddenly, a huge evil aura spread out from the ghostly sword, causing the monks watching around to feel a chill coming out of their feet, and they couldn't help but shivered.

What a powerful weapon! A monk looked at the ghostly sword in Ning Xiaofan's hand and murmured to himself.

Ning Xiaofan's face was also a little pale, because Ning Xiaofan was holding a pitch-black sword in his hand, but the color was slightly darker than Ning Xiaofan's ghostly sword, and it looked a little ordinary.

Ning Xiaofan inserted the Ghost Sword back to his waist, and his wrist suddenly shook. Suddenly, a huge sword aura surged out of the Ghost Sword and slashed straight for the forty monks.

The forty monks had already retreated hundreds of meters away. They watched the ghostly sword slash down. They were shocked and hurriedly used all their tricks to resist Ning Xiaofan's attack.

Boom boom boom! The ghostly sword slashed down and blasted several huge gullies on the ground, shaking the forty monks backwards.

Ning Xiaofan shook his body and appeared in front of these monks again, holding the ghostly sword in his hand, slashing at the forty monks.

Ning Xiaofan was very fast. Every time he slashed, there was a thunderous explosion sound. This was caused by the spiritual energy in his body and urging the spiritual energy in his body to burst out with the maximum power. In this way, his attack power will naturally be improved.

However, the forty monks were in great pain. Faced with this attack with great speed and power, their response method was very monotonous, which was to use the magic weapon in their hands to offset the sword energy on the opposite side.

Unfortunately, there is no magic weapon in their hands that can block Ning Xiaofan's attack, so they can only use their own defensive magic weapon to defend. Doing so will undoubtedly hit the stone with eggs.

A jingling sound of impact sounded, and the magic weapon in the hands of the forty monks was slashed one by one by Ning Xiaofan's ghost sword.

Crack, Crack...                                                                                                                           �

In an instant, these forty monks lost their ability to resist Ning Xiaofan.

Pupp pupp pupp... Ning Xiaofan flashed and he had already arrived at a monk. The ghostly sword in his hand pierced the monk's chest.

Bang! The monk's body was immediately pierced by Ning Xiaofan, and blood splattered out, dyeing a large area of ​​ground red. Then, the monk's body fell from the air to the ground.

The other cultivators saw that Ning Xiaofan defeated a companion with one move, and they couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts. The eyes of their eyes when they looked at Ning Xiaofan were filled with fear. Ning Xiaofan saw this scene in his eyes. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, showing a satisfied smile.
Chapter completed!