"call……"

The sudden outbreak also caused Guo Fan's body to feel weak.

However, he has a deep foundation and has opened thirty acupoints, and is always swallowing and spitting out the vitality of heaven and earth.

Just one breath has recovered a little bit of strength.

Watch the scene again.

Corpse were everywhere, screaming and wailing.

His angry eyes seemed to be about to cut him into pieces. If his eyes could kill people, he would not be enough to die tens of thousands of times.

Two innate.

The sleep god begged for Xie Feng seemed to have grown up a few decades aged, with dry hair and yellow eyes and empty eyes.

Nangong Buwei's hands were trembling, and the Sun Eclipse Sword had long disappeared.

Only the leader of the Demon Sect can still be fought!

“Buzz…”

The scimitar shook slightly.

The body of the Demon Sect leader wearing a mask was tense, and his eyes were filled with horror when he saw him.

This woman was dressed in cool clothes, with snow-white skin under her tulle skirt, and her slender legs were also faintly visible.

The blood on her body made her charm more delicate and pity-worthy.

But the scimitar in the palm exudes a knife intention that made Guo Fan solemnly think of it.

"Demonic Sword!"

Guo Fan's eyes turned, ignoring the tempting posture of the leader of the Demon Sect, and landed on the scimitar.

At the same time, he strode and slapped the two "heroes of the world" who were struggling to get up to death.

A murderous aura almost fills the world.

"I wonder if your Ruyi Demon Slash has really reached the legendary sword technique!"

He had the intention of a magic sword, and learned the Demon Seven Killings from Fengyun Er's envoy, and understood his own magic sword.

But if you have time to cut the sword, you will eventually lack something in your moves. The Ruyi Demon cannot achieve perfection.

The Demon Sect Demon Sword lacks the intent of the sword, but its moves are extremely perfect. Only when the two are combined can they be considered a real Demon Sword.

"Buzz!"

"You'll know soon."

Because of the injury, the voice of the leader of the Demon Sect was a little hoarse, but the instinctive charm was still there.

"Do it!"

Xie Feng, who was withered, suddenly looked up, and his yellow eyes burst into decisive desire to die.

With a slap of his hands, the dragon-shaped energy swept Guo Fan violently.

He also shook his body and opened his hands to hug Guo Fan. This hug was extremely exquisite.

With his cultivation level reaching his level, he has long been able to turn decay into magic, and his hands and feet are all exquisite martial arts.

"Zheng..."

The blade whispers lightly.

Two spatula lights appear at the same time.

The Heavenly Destiny Sword in Guo Fan's hand went from behind to front, and a round sword light shone through the sky, slashing straight down.

The knife comes out, leaving traces in the void.

The scimitar comes from bottom to top, like drawing a knife out of the sheath, rising against the trend, cutting out a flawless arc.

The knife appeared, and there was nothing in my eyes.

The two sword lights were exactly the same, one up and one after another, like the only two sharp lines in the sky, suddenly colliding.

"Peng!"

The muffled sound is hoarse and unpleasant, like the hideous roar of an evil ghost in hell, making people feel rippling and distracting thoughts.

A halo of the darkest light also appeared at the collision of swords and swords, instantly sweeping across the four directions.

Everyone present was stalemate.

Xie Feng, who was closest to the blade, was even more confused and was easily scratched by a ray of knife light on his forehead.

"Sher..."

Even the body-protecting energy of the innate master is hard to resist the sharp edge of the demon blade and penetrates into the head instantly.

Xie Feng, die!

Guo Fan also took the opportunity to break free from his constraints, took a few steps back, and his face turned pale and changed.

As for the leader of the Demon Sect...

Although she is also innate, her background is obviously far inferior to Guo Fan, and she spits blood and flies backwards.

The sharpness of the two blades is equal, but the person holding the sword has different levels of superiority.

"pity!"

Guo Fan sighed lightly and raised his sword and stepped forward: "You are a beautiful lady, why don't you be a thief? Let me see your true face."

"Dog thief!"

One of the people in the field struggled to look up and shouted angrily: "If you commit this boundless murder, you will definitely not have a good end in the future."

"Um?"

Guo Fan paused.

At this time.

The people who could barely move on the ground also struggled to get up one after another, and looked at each other with blood on their faces.

"Thief, even if you kill everyone present today, the world will remember what you did!"

"Peng!"

Guo Fan walked hard and killed the three of them in his palm.

His face was cold and ruthless, and his eyes didn't even blink when facing the roars of everyone.

"Those who follow me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish."

"You think you are benevolent and righteous, but in fact, you ignore the laws of the court and even dare to assassinate the generals of the court!"

"What is the use of such a person who cannot tell me about the purpose?"

"It should be killed!"

The word "kill" comes out, and a sword light suddenly appears.

It seemed as if more than a hundred rings appeared in the field, instantly passing through the throats of many people present.

"Puff puff puff..."

Blood rushes.

The rich murderous intent and the tragic scenes, even the leader of the Demon Sect couldn't help but tremble.

"Sect Master!"

"Go away!"

Nangong Buwei, who was still able to speak at this time, was naturally broken.

He roared at the leader of the Demon Sect, and his body rushed to hug Guo Fan from behind.

"Go away!"

"He is not strong enough now. You can run away quickly and go to the south to find He Zifang. I will hold him back for you!"

Nangong Buwei said it is right.

After a series of fighting, he was even more besieged by three innate sieges. Even Guo Fan was still weak at this time.

Otherwise, how could he be hugged by Xie Feng and him one after another?

"you……"

Under the mask, the leader of the Demon Sect's eyes flashed.

Before he could speak, Guo Fan's eyes were fierce and he slammed Nangong Buwei's back with a palm.

"Let go!"

"puff!"
To be continued...