He said bloodthirstyly: "Sure enough, Ning Xiaoyao, you didn't disappoint me, you are still alive!"

A master from the Blood Palace cried and said, "Young Master Wuchang, this evil god is still alive, why are you so happy?"

"Of course I am happy. I thought he died in the Poison Dragon Pond, and he could not see anyone or body, and I still regret it.

Now that I can kill him with my own hands, how unhappy?

Wait a little longer, wait until he enters the core area of ​​the Death Forest and then take action. This time, if you thirty masters still can't take him, you will commit suicide and apologize!"

"yes!"

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The last time, he seemed to wake up here.

This time, is the way back here?

After a day of travel, he felt very hungry, so he found a place, took a few fish, and prepared to roast it for food.

Just as the fish was grilling, the roar of a monster suddenly came from behind.

He immediately got up to check, but nothing was there.

Ning Xiaofan was a little puzzled, but he still left and had a meal first.

The grilled fish tasted really good. Ning Xiaofan ate several pieces with relish. He felt full and drunk, so he got up and prepared to leave. As soon as he got up, he felt dizzy and fainted on the ground.

"Hahaha, Ning Xiaoyao, Mr. Wuchang also said how powerful he was, he would be knocked down with a pack of poison!"

A group of footsteps came from far to near.

These people first made the sound of the monster, attracted Ning Xiaofan to come over, and then took the opportunity to poison the grilled fish.

Unexpectedly, Ning Xiaofan didn't check at all and fainted.

If they knew that Ning Xiaofan had already taken the poison-repelling pill, and at this time, he would not have taken the poison seriously. He also learned the Sutra of Ten Thousand Poisons and had the first-class ability to identify poisons, he would not have said that.

"Forget it, don't talk nonsense, take this kid back and give it to Mr. Wuchang!"

As he said that, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Ning Xiaofan.

At this moment, Ning Xiaofan suddenly opened his eyes and slapped it with a palm. The man flew out dozens of meters and vomited blood and died suddenly! "You are not dead?

!”

Everyone was shocked and dispersed in an instant, but soon surrounded Ning Xiaofan again.

"That's great, a bunch of bed bugs, you found your whereabouts of Grandpa Ning Xiaoyao so quickly.

It seems that you all know that I am not dead. Where is the defeated general of Li Wuchang? Why doesn’t this grandson come to see me?"

"Your life is not the turn of Mr. Wuchang to come to pick it up in person. Today is your burial place!"

As soon as he finished speaking, thirty masters from the Blood Palace, Wushen Mountain and Hong Sect all rushed towards Ning Xiaofan.

A big battle begins again! Although Ning Xiaofan is only alone, he still seems at ease when facing more than 30 masters with cultivation in the Nascent Soul realm.

One person was killed with one sword, and another punch smashed the other person's head.

He slapped the two of them in the chest with a palm, kicked an elder Hong with one leg, and cut off the other's neck with another sword.

A series of attacks fell on the body without any interval.

But even so, Ning Xiaofan still seemed at ease and even showed a playful smile.

"Boy, you're very strong.

But now you cannot die at our hands, we will bring you back and accept the most severe trial!”

The Hong Sect master who was chopped away by Ning Xiaofan roared angrily.

"Haha, go to yours?"

Hearing this title, Ning Xiaofan smiled softly and said, "It's so funny.

Do people go to doghouses too?"

"you!"

The master of the Hong Sect was so angry that he laughed and said, "Boy, stop pretending to be garlic in front of me! I know your strength is extraordinary, but don't be too arrogant!"

"You guys, come on for me and take this kid down!"

The master of the Hong Sect suddenly shouted at the remaining five elementary cultivators of the Nascent Soul.

"Yes, elder!"

When the five primary Nascent Soul cultivators heard the sound, they immediately rushed towards Ning Xiaofan.

However, before they could get closer, the long sword in Ning Xiaofan's hand dripped through their throats first.

Blood gushed out! "Ah!"

Five Hong Cultivators widened their eyes, looked at the long sword in Ning Xiaofan's hand, and stared at their throat in disbelief.

All this happened so quickly that they had no time to resist and were already in different places.

Looking at the blood sword in his hand, Ning Xiaofan smiled slightly and said, "My sword is very sharp, but you don't believe it."

Seeing that his subordinates had been killed in the blink of an eye, Elder Hong's face turned pale and he shouted: "Give me a try, kill him without any hesitation!"

However, as soon as he shouted, he was cut off in half by Ning Xiaofan's sword.

A person, facing several masters in the Nascent Soul stage, is not at a disadvantage at all, and can easily kill masters in the Nascent Soul stage. This strength is enough to make everyone frightened.

This scene made the remaining Hong Cult monks trembled with fear.

"Little thief, don't leave!"

The remaining six masters of the Hong Sect in the Nascent Soul stage pounced towards Ning Xiaofan again.

"Hmph! Overestimate one's own abilities!"

Ning Xiaofan snorted coldly, stepped on the void, and chased the six Nascent Soul cultivators.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Ning Xiaofan's figure was like a ghost, shuttled through the void.

These people are just ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators, whose speed is far worse than Ning Xiaofan, so their attacks are simply impossible to cause any damage to Ning Xiaofan.

Ning Xiaofan's footsteps were like dancing. Every step of the trampling would make a master of the Hong Sect fly backwards.

In just a short moment, four people were killed by Ning Xiaofan! The remaining few masters of the Hong Sect once again felt relieved.

"Don't kill us!"

Ning Xiaofan smiled contemptuously, held a long sword in his hand and said, "Do you think I will give you a chance to go back?"

Send more people to deal with me?”

Hearing this, several other masters of the Hong Sect showed despair.

This little thief is so terrifying that he has such terrifying strength and is simply a character that cannot be provoked.

"I surrender, I am willing to abolish my cultivation, just to save my life!"

"Yes, so do I!"

And Ning Xiaofan has not given them such a chance now.

Since this is the case, then there is only one who can kill or capture it.

"You want to die, I will give you a trip."

The long sword in Ning Xiaofan's hand instantly stabbed the throat of the Nascent Soul master.

The master of the Hong Sect had a dilated pupil, but he was worthy of being a master who had experienced many battles. Facing the threat of death, he could still retain his last sanity, swing the long sword in his hand, and greet Ning Xiaofan's sword.

The two long swords collided, bursting out huge fluctuations of power.
Chapter completed!