Grasping Evil

Sounds like thunder, shattering echoes, preferring to fight cloud maniacs, hard to avoid!

Too ancient divine vein, thunder vein... demon star!

On that day, Song Yi misunderstood Ning Fan's identity by virtue of this star. Today, therefore, the star misunderstood his identity, Yuan Bao, there are also six or seven people.

Other Yuan Babies were slightly surprised because they recognized Ningfan's ‘Tai Ancient Divine Veins’, but like Song Yi Yu, their hearts were never as simple as surprises, but rather... appalling!

No, Zhou Leiwang!

It's not too strange that the rain realm 800 repairs the real country, and there are occasionally too many ancient gods and demonic veins. Even, in places such as the Rain Realm, the qualifications of the monks are evaluated, depending first on the attributes of the fairy veins, the heavenly spirits, and the double spiritual monks are considered genius characters, and the qualifications of the Tai Ancient Divine Veins are higher.

The rain palace itself is inherited by the rainy vein, but it can only inspire the divine vein, from pulse opening to emptiness, there are only more than a dozen people. No cloud maniacs, no Song Yi, no Xuezheng.

And Thunder's Divine Nexus, appeared in the rain realm, looking at 100,000 years of the history of the inner realm, there is only Zhou Leiwang... and Zhou Ming, last name Zhou...

Is it true that this week, is not Lei Wang's heir Zhou?

This appalling, tremendous shock in the minds of several monks, is the snowflake, all glanced at.

If the Lei imperial family is serious, this matter is troublesome...

Xue Zheng peered several times, convinced that Ning Fan was an old demon disciple, should have nothing to do with the Emperor Lei. And even though it condenses the thunder star, the thunder power in the body is not much, but it can only play the thunder magic with the thunder star, far from the true thunder god vein.

It is said that when it is not Zhou Leiwang, Yuan Baby alone, its thunder vein can ‘incarnate thunder rage', the same order of monks magic, Fabao can not even hit its entity, even the early monks of God, there is no way to take it, unless it is much higher than this person, or has the treasure of Klei, or is itself a divine demon vein, has too ancient divine soldiers, it is difficult to hurt this person one or two.

‘Shaping thunder, inviolability of all enemies', 'demon thunder hunting, pressure on the Three Kings’ … these are the secrets that circulate to the upper level of the Rain Palace…

Convinced that after Ningfan was not a thunder vein, Xuezhuangfang relieved himself and sat on the cloud, pointing a finger over the cloud palace. Immediately, the cloud palace was quake and scattered into cloud air, but momentarily, the cloud fog was reunited and transformed into a thousand feet of cloud platform.

In the center of Yuntai, standing Ningfan and Yuntai, there is also a cloud fog platform outside Yutai, Xuezhun and other yuan babies, all watch the battle here.

“The throne of the Seven Kings shall prevail and lose, and whoever wins or loses shall not repent! ”

Almost at a moment of snowflake, cloud madness, swordstroke!

He doesn't think he's going to lose.

He was quite shameless to Ning Fan Leixing and Jinxuan, but he had never heard of Zhou Leiwang, that taboo, his identity was not qualified to know, so he could not talk about shamelessness. Even knowing, with his arrogant personality, he will not be intimidated by fame.

The inky sleeve sword, one bullet, one shock, suddenly disappeared. Not instantaneous, but ablation!

“Zhou Ming! You don't know what's good for you. This sword is called" Shadow ", you have more than enough! ”

At the moment the sleeve sword melted, preferring to surround itself, suddenly countless pieces of lacquered black fallen leaves appeared.

Fallen leaves are scattered and turned into dark fog, making it dark and dark over the entire balcony, as if in the middle of the night, shielding not only the eyes, but even the perception of the divine.

Baby Spiritual Spirituality, ‘Obstacle Eye’, First Leaf Obstacle Eye, Missing Tarzan, Chiba Obstacle Eye, Unexpected Enemy Attack. In the darkness, it's hard to tell where the attack came from.

Together, this darkness, rather than the immediate warning signs, is in the dark, a blade of ink sleeves melted into the night, straight into the vest!

I can't see, I can hear, only the sound of breathing... the breath of the sword!

Excellent sword and infant swordsmanship, inevitable!

False, I'd rather have a sword remembrance, I never perceive the smell of that sleeve sword...

If this sword is a sneak attack, it is an early monk of Yuan Bao. Only when it is stabbed with a sword can the position of the sword be known by pain. Again, it is too late to resist, only injured.

Cloud fanatics don't think that Ningfan can recognize the shadow of the sword, what about Thunderstar, what about the Divine Veins? I'd rather not miss the early degree of Yuan Baby. When I discovered the shadow of the sword, I must have been hurt, and the true strength of this sword is far from hidden...

He pulled up a grin and suddenly smiled stiff!

Countless inky swords rose in the dark fog of the sky, and the baby black fog, even if it was hung by the sword.

Cloud frenzy and Ningfan's figure, reappeared on the cloud platform, that inky sleeve sword, is being pinched at the fingertips by Ningfan's two-finger silver light, unable to break free!

Silver Bone Realm! Feel the sleeve sword attack with the sword, easily capture the sleeve sword with the silver bone!

Instead of showing sarcasm, he smiled.

“Night Sword Cloud Crazy, but so...”

Outside the high ground, shouting, shouting at the best assassination technique of cloud maniacs, that's how it was broken!

But those who know the means of cloud fanaticism understand that the sword is not over.

The cloud madman's face was as gloomy as iron, choking, "You, careless! Swordsmanship, Shadow Demon! ”

His voice fell, Ningfan captured the sleeve sword, immediately scattered into a shadow. The light shadow followed Ningfan's arm and did not enter his body!

This sword, the true assassination, is not the sneak attack, but the sleeve sword captured by the enemy, when negligent, the sword into the body, cut the enemy from the inside out.

In this way, the Brother of Silver Bone Refinery will also be cut from the inside out, leaving only a corpse shell with a strong body!

The shadow of the sword, rather than surprise, seemed to have been anticipated.

This flying sword is actually a sword shadow, made!

The shadow, an intangible object, with an intangible sword body, was difficult, but it was cultivated by a cloud maniac who sought out the Rain Palace Refiner Master.

The Phantom Sword is fragile enough to withstand the sword qi, releasing the sword moves, but if it is a sneak attack, then a little means of shadowing the sword can be defensive!

Shadow sword, with this sword, the cloud madness has died of thirteen yuan early infancy, mid-term monks, even a late monk, under the cloud madness, seriously injured!

His madness, disguise, neglect of the enemy, unexpected, seemingly paranoid cloud madness, is a cunning and secretive assassination generation!

Seeing his own shadow sword is hidden, exposed in front of all eyes, cloud madness is darker, but thinking that the shadow has invaded Ningfan, he can surely kill this person, flatten his mind is boring, not unjust.

But let him unexpectedly appear at once!

But I saw Ningfan invaded by the sword shadow, long hair dance, cold eyes, the demonic black pattern gradually appeared on the left face, the breath changed greatly, it was as cold as stone, like instantly changed person!

And his body, like the shadow sword before, is scattered, flash, shattered!

Shatter into an inky sword, cross the length and regroup!

That sword shadow that wasn't supposed to be in its body, so it was forced out!

“Shadow sword, nice flying sword... I want this sword! ”

He grabbed the big hand, didn't hide from the rays, and grabbed the shadow sword straight away!

At this moment, Ning Fan, like the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords, bears the Shadow Sword, all tremble a little.

This tremor caused it to be caught by Ningfan again. This time, Ningfan sword reading did not fall into the shadow sword, ruthlessly rubbing, branding the cloud madness, erasing! And again, brand it!

This sword, Easy Lord!

And the ratio of one sword is naturally won by Ningfan!

‘Pfft!’

It erased the brand of divinity, the cloud madness ached, a breath of blood, slightly injured, but for the first time in his life, the colour of horror appeared.

Shadow sword, shatterable sword shadow, is already rare. He could never have imagined that Ningfan's body could break apart and recoil! This is the great thing about Ink Diversion, he doesn't understand...

And the cloud madman never thought that Fan would rob his cloud madman's flying sword in front of everyone!

Defeat the cloud maniac, that's all. How dare this man steal treasure in public! This is the face of a blatant rain house! Who gave him the guts!

Without waiting for the fury of the clouds, there have been several rain palace yuan babies, stepping out, silencing channels,

“Zhou Ming! You are better than a cloud maniac. You can be Commander Jin Wei Qi, but the sword grab is over! I can't even put my rain temple in my eyes! ”

Those who would reprimand Ningfan are the few who do not know Zhou Leiwang. Yun Lai did not move, Yun Ruovi did not move, Xue Zheng did not move, know whether Song Yi and others of Zhou Leihuang did not move!

Blatant treasure grabbing, after all, the shadow sword is the ultimate treasure, more capable of shattering the sword, assassination attack, extremely powerful, so treasure, it belongs to the rain palace, can it belong to Ningfan?

But they, they didn't speak. Some are unscrupulous, some are complicated, such as Yunrao Wei...

In the face of the reproach of the monks of the rain palace, Fan smiled only slightly, so he was surprised.

“Did I take the sword? ”

“Hmm! Blatantly erasing the flying sword branding of the Cloud Maniac, isn't it a sword taking!” An old monster is not angry.

“No, you're wrong. The sword was given to me by a cloud freak. He said, 'Take my sword’, now I accept, that's all...”

“Strong words make sense! This connection is not interconnected! Can't be generalized! ”

“Can't you? I don't know... let's see, Cloud Madness, if you dare to take my sword, this sword will be returned! Just a cloud freak... dare you! ”

How dare you!

At this moment, I'd rather have a cold face, a pack of storage bags, and take out a fine sword sheath.

Among them, there is a lonely Yuan Baby Sword... paint a sword of heart!

This sword qi, preferably not yet understood, can not be driven even if understood.

At this moment, Ningfan held the sword sheath in his hand, and his cold eyes made the clouds tremble!

How dare you! This question he asked Ningfan before. At this moment, Ningfan did not have the magic of melting the heavens and the earth, but only questioned once, but made the clouds freak and hesitate!

Hang Shadow Sword, he asked himself, even if next, he will be wounded by the shadow! The more he chops off his enemies with this sword, the more he knows that the sword is difficult to resist... The more he enters the shadow of the sword, the less weird and violent he can escape!

And when Ningfan took out that fine sword sheath, the mind of the cloud freak beat hard for the first time!

He felt his heart, as if he had been harshly painted by the sword...

Ouch, it hurts!

In this sheath, there is a sword power hidden, extremely powerful! Myself, I can't stop it!

He looked at Ningfan with resentment, but did not dare, as Ningfan had done before, to lay a sword ratio.

Collecting all the gloomy colors, the cloud madman could no longer see the joy, fisting Ningfan, coldly humming away.

He, dare not take Ning Fan's sword!

The arrogant and famous cloud freak, for the first time, retreated...

But in my heart, hostility towards Ningfan has risen to the point where nothing can be added.

“You, wait!” This is his last harsh word.

Cloud fanatics don't know, even if he gets a shadow sword, he can't use it to make shadows, because his powers are actually only half a step Golden Dan, and he can't completely manipulate Fabo of Excellence... Otherwise, why does he have five flying swords, Dong Zheng instead?

Cloud fanatics also don't know, the heart of the painting sword is really powerful, but Ningfan, it can't be driven at all, unless Ningfan, baby!

Falling back on the clouds is helpless. If you can't kill a cloud freak, even if you can, you won't kill him in front of a group. To take a treasure or take advantage of it by chance.

The cloud fanatics were not frightened before the war. This scene was a helpless move, but deeply shook the heart of the bystanders.

And the old monsters of the rain hall, who had gone crazy for the cloud, saw that the cloud maniacs themselves had escaped, they had no excuse, and it was difficult to get anywhere.

“Unexpectedly, cloud maniacs will avoid battle..." A rainfall palace old geek shushes, while those who speculate on Ningfan's identity become more uncertain.

Shattered into shadows… what is that kind of magic?

I haven't seen it, it's Xuezheng, 3,000 years of monasticism, and I haven't seen it.

But Ning Fan's figure is more deeply entrenched in a woman's heart...

“He won! How did this happen? ”

The clouds were bitter.

She feared that Ningfan would die under the sword of the clouds, but when Ningfan won, that scene was more deeply buried in Yunrao Wei's heart.

If Yun Ruovi likes Ning Fan, it's just that. If you bury your heart deeply, it's love.

Unfortunately, Biyun Ruovi did not like Ningfan, so Ningfan's shadow, buried deep in his heart, immediately turned into a gravity demon.

Unless Yun Ruovi obliviously forgets Ningfan and sees Ningfan as a passersby, this demon will not be able to destroy itself.

But he prefers to take swords and strike enemies, and the wind pushes people... Such a person is amazing and brilliant everywhere. He can't even ignore Yunrao Wei.

Heart Demon! Heart Demon!

“Stinky man! You win, but my demon, how to deal with it!” She bit her pale lips and tried not to cry.

What a troublesome demon!

If you want to blame, blame it on the way you touched your chest. It's too shameless and shameless!

…

The throne of the Seven Kingdoms is no longer in dispute. A lot of weirdoes, with a heart to explore Ning Fanfan's finesse and divinity, also had to wait for the meeting to end.

Next, the first thing you babies have to face is healing for Xuezhun!

Yuntai is fragmented, the cloud palace is recolonized, the battle just now did not disturb any giant Brothers of Guan, all fluctuated by snow reverence.

“If anyone can heal this wound, thank you for your courtesy!” Snow said, sitting in silence, and Yuan Baby in the presence, there was much discussion.

The discussion was fruitless, and among these old monsters, even if they knew alchemy, it was only three turns at the highest, and they could not see the root cause of the injury to Snow Venerable.

This time, it is unusual for him to take the initiative, which is inconsistent with his usual style, but in order to solve Snowbell's ‘hostility’, to think that his wounds will be healed at the cost and to ask for remuneration, is undoubtedly the best way to solve the problem of the pine marrow.

“Zhou Xi, can ‘detoxify' Xuezheng!” Ningfan is serious, detoxifies the word, bites the extra clearly.

The speaker has a heart, the listener has an intention. A Rain Hall Yuan Baby, listening to Ningfan, immediately changed his face.

“What? Isn't Snowjohn hurt? Yes... poisoning! Zhou Ming, don't be ridiculous!” If you don't believe, if you don't believe in Xuezhen, you will be poisoned.

Only Xuezhen's eyes flashed when he heard the word 'poison’. Nice, he did get poisoned, but with his 3,000 years of experience, he can't even see how to get poisoned... Is it possible to detoxify him this week?!

“I am a four-transfer alchemist...”

I prefer a faint sentence, but I leave the show full, and the ravens are silent.

This scene is even more incredible than his retreat.

And Yunrao Wei, almost mad, wanted to reveal Ning Fan's identity immediately.

“Impossible, he has been practicing for several years, how could he be a four-convert alchemist! Don't make a scene again, my demon, I can't erase it! Damn, the Dark Devils don't have good men. No! ”

Full of noise, in the laughter of Yunlihaha, silence.

“This person is indeed a four-transfer Dancer, a family can vouch for...”

“What! Have you ever seen this man alchemy? ”

“No, no, no, no, intuition, intuition… a family intuition tells me that he is the Alchemist! ”

Ugly, frank, said words, make an old monster unable to take the next sentence, without words.

There are also weirdos and sarcasms, saying that Ningfan is petting the crowd, and there are also weirdos who make Ningfan publicly alchemize and prove his identity.

These noises, rather than ignoring them, are only faint eyes in contact with the snowflake, and the people beside them are unimportant.

“Are you serious about detoxifying me?” Xue Zheng said softly.

“I've solved this poison once... slower, seniors repaired it, I'm afraid it's falling...”

“On what terms! ”

“Pine marrow, it's mine! And the seniors need to take a vow of evil and owe the seniors a favor! ”

Ning Fan's gaze flashed. In his view, the pine cord and compassion are the snow honor. It also takes a moment of hesitation to respond.

Almost after his opening, however, Snowflake did not hesitate at all and responded immediately.

“Yes!”

Just kidding. How could he take the pine marrow when he knew Ningfan was an old demon disciple? With the character of the old demon, the Dark Demon sect tradition, it is fine not to revolt against Snow King, he dare to rob Ningfan...

Yes, the old demon loses ground, is injured, repaired into a fall. In the rain palace, many high levels know that the Deacon of the Four Deacons is injured in the rain world, and better knows his enemies. He also comes from huge backgrounds, and he dares not make good friends with the old demon. But similarly, those in the rain dare not offend the old devil...

The revenge between the true fairies, the rain palace cannot ask, nor is it qualified to ask... there are many old demon enemies, not necessarily no true fairy friends...

For Xuezheng, not grabbing the cold medulla is something that has long been implicitly decided. As for the debt owed to Ning Fan... the debt owed by nature! Any alchemist who detoxifies it owes a debt of gratitude, and besides a gift... I'd rather not ask for any extra reward, it's already cheap...

Did Snow King lose? No, earn it.

Didn't you make a fortune inviting someone to detoxify it for almost nothing?

The only thing that worries Xuezheng is whether Ningfan is really a four-transfer alchemist...

Yunnan's intuition, if it's fart... this person is a Ningfan gangster, it's purely a good feeling, his words are not enough.

In the realm of the god of snow reverence, at first glance, Ningfan himself is only half a step Jindan. It defeats the clouds, fortunately. It scares away cloud freaks and is purely bluffing. If the clouds are bold, here comes Ningfan's sword. Perhaps, you can regain the shadow… scare the clouds away, half rely on strength, half rely on machines, temperament.

Half-step Golden Dan, Extremely powerful, Lots of cards, Extraordinary mind, plus a deep background...

But alchemy is not a pediatric play, and according to the knowledge of Xuezhun, the ‘Deacon of the Four' Korean Won Ji, when he was a true fairy, the means were superior, but his personality was restless, he could not calm the heart alchemy, his alchemy seemed to turn less than three times...

Ningfan's bone age is less than 20... is he really a four-transfer alchemist?

The Dark Devil's men have been running trains with their mouths full... what they say is so fake!

“I hope this son can cure me...” Snow's face is not waveless, but his heart sighs continuously, and he listens to God's command.

At least I'd rather see poisoning than other yuan babies, right?

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