A hurricane surging, and some light things on the street were blown up.
A purple figure in front of the city lord's mansion disappeared from the spot in an instant, but the next moment, it appeared in front of a blue figure. The speed changed the expression of the blue figure.
With a loud bang, the blue figure suddenly burst out with a strong moonlight force, forming a shield, and appeared in front of the purple figure's golden palm.
The golden palm slapped directly on the blue shield.
The green shield of Kazha instantly exploded under the golden flesh palm and turned into a disintegrating moonlight force and dissipated into the air.
The blue figure disappeared in an instant. The calm eyes were filled with a hint of fear. Obviously, the force of this terrifying golden palm made him a little unable to bear it.
Only by stepping into the first level of Yang level can you be qualified to fight against this golden palm.
This purple figure is Nie Fan, and the blue figure is Dugu Yan, who didn't want to fight. To put it bluntly, he looked down on Nie Fan.
But at this time Dugu Yan looked at Nie Fan standing still.
Just one move, some monks seemed to have seen that one was at a disadvantage. The servants of the Dugu family rubbed their eyes unbelievably, but seeing that Dugu Yan was obviously forced to retreat by Nie Tian.
Suddenly, he started crying, as if he was very sad.
"Young Master, how can you retreat? The Dugu family cultivates a kind of momentum that can truly inherit the inheritance of the ancient sword sect and obtain the supreme sword path. The only condition is to move forward and who is the worldly domineering spirit,
You actually retreated today!" The crying of these servants immediately surprised many people.
Nie Fan looked at the big men in disbelief and started to cry loudly because Dugu Yan took a step back.
"roll!"
Dugu Yan roared irritably.
Swipe a few figures suddenly disappeared from Dugu Yan's roar.
"Haha, is it not bad? Someone else crying for you, which means that someone still cares about you." Nie Fan said with a smile.
Dugu Yan looked at Nie Fan with a very cold expression, and a trace of murderous intent emerged in his pupils. Obviously, Nie Fan's actions and the frivolous words made him feel murderous intent. His Dugu family was originally the ancient sword sect.
However, as time goes by, the aristocratic family continues to decline. If they want to truly inherit the position of the Sword Sect, they can only be the domineering aura of moving forward like a sword and burning their boats.
A rich moonlight force condensed into a sharp sword light. The distance pierced through the space and appeared ten meters away from Nie Fan's forehead.
Suddenly, Nie Fan's expression changed.
A blood mark appeared on the forehead.
"break!"
Nie Fan roared lowly, and the five fingers opened and turned into gold again. At the same time, five mysterious lights rushed out. Nie Fan's mysterious jade fingers turned into substantial jade light and impacted the terrifying sword light that was only ten meters away.
The terrifying sword light of Kazha actually stabbed Nie Fan's five mysterious jade fingers, and it stabbed Nie Fan's eyebrows like a golden sword.
Nie Tian, not far away, had the upper hand.
Huhu, the black moonlight power shines like a demonic energy, and looks very domineering. Nie Tian even shaped like a sharp sword and defeated Wan Ye and Zhou Hui with one palm, and at the same time, he punched him away.
After Wanye, the eight styles of the Heavenly Demon were shot at the same time, which shocked the monks in the distance to retreat quickly to the distance.
At this moment, some taverns and inns around Bombardzha Street were all turned into ruins.
Wanye's terrified eyes widened and looked at the eight terrifying attacks and rushed towards him.
Zhou Hui also looked frightened at this time.
"Save me!" Wan Ye growled.
Nie Tian's expression turned cold, and suddenly a black moonlight force formed a stone-like fine needle silently penetrated Wan Ye's eyebrows who had just opened his mouth. The instantaneous breath of Wan Ye who was calling for help
As it dissipated, the breath of life also dropped rapidly. At the same moment, Nie Tian’s eight devil styles all came down directly.
In an instant, Wan Ye was dismembered by Nie Tian and died of death. Zhou Hui, who was originally coming forward to rescue him, suddenly changed his expression and rushed into the distance. She was afraid. She saw Nie Tian’s eyes as if they were the god of death.
To her!
Nie Fan, not far away, now his right hand was painted black and directly slapped the sword energy shot towards the middle of his eyebrows.
"Eight waves of souls!"
At this moment, Nie Fan roared lowly.
Suddenly, Nie Fan's soul power roared like a violent tsunami, bombarding Dugu Yan with a terrifying look.
Boom three waves and the third turn, Dugu Yan roared and even spit out a mouthful of blood. His soul sea was impacted by the soul power of Nie Fan's mad domineering soul power, and a terrifying soul power seemed to be huge.
Hitting his head like a hammer, almost bursting his head. His soul power was only in the middle stage of the earth soul, and the soul sea was only about twenty meters, only Nie Fan's tenths.
Just one.
In the sixth wave, Nie Fan's soul power rushed into Dugu Yan's head, causing Dugu Yan's eyes to be squeezed out of blood, and blood also rushed out of his ears. At this time, Dugu Yan seemed to have reached the point.
After the rumor of the seven orifices bleeding, the breath dropped rapidly, but what surprised Nie Fan was that Dugu Yan's endurance was very terrifying.
However, in just one second, he forced his soul to be closed and expelled his soul power.
But can Nie Fan let this second go?
The Balang Fist had already hit Dugu Yan's abdomen in one second.
Dugu Yan, who had just woken up, felt a pain in his abdomen, and then he was blown up by a force of madness. The blood in his throat was spit out when it was slashing through the air.
.
Boom Dugu Yan hit the ground hard.
So strong! The monks not far away all exclaimed. In their hearts, Dugu Yan was the strongest young generation in the Wild Wolf City.
But at this time, Nie Fan punched him out.
At this moment, Dugu Yan's body was still bombarding Dugu Yan's body back and forth. Nie Fan's domineering fist was just like the eight waves of soul roaring, and even stronger than the other!
Sweeping Nie Tian appeared beside Nie Fan.
Looking at Nie Fan with blood on the corner of his mouth, he smiled slightly and said, "It's okay."
Nie Fan nodded and walked in front of Dugu Yan, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog.
Xiaoxiao also came to Nie Fan's shoulder and looked at Dugu Yan on the ground and said, "Big Tail Wolf, aren't you very awesome? Why are you lying on the ground? It's cool on the ground!"
At this moment, everyone knew that all the three dynasties in Wild Wolf City had lost, and Wan Ye was torn to pieces by the extremely cold Nie Tiansheng. The pool of corpses on the street made people look at it.
His whole body trembled and he was even more frightened, especially when he saw Nie Tian, they were heading towards the distance in horror.
Nie Fan glanced at the broken corpse and whispered slightly: "The Wan family will not give up, let's go back first."