Grasping Evil

Years ago, I saw that Ujin Sword Man was a soldier.

Taoist soldiers, are rare things for life fairies, but not so rare for real fairies.

If only Daoists were in possession, it would not be enough to change his colour.

However, what Ningfan possesses is a Taoist soldier in the second step. This Taoist soldier is powerful and far above the ranks of Taoists!

Having lived a million years, I have also met a number of celebrities from all over the world, the monks holding the second infantry soldiers, and more or less a few.

None of these people are empty energy!

If you can congeal soldiers with a second step, which is not empty energy!

“Impossible! This sub-district is a ghost, why are there such powerful Daoists! Blood blade, fall! ”

Years is also a true fairy. Even though it was stunned by Ningfan's Taoist soldiers, it is still far from panicking.

Ningfan Taoist soldiers are not weak, and when the border is there, Taoist soldiers can play only a limited amount of power, which is not enough to pose too great a threat to him.

As Ning Fan pointed out, 18,000 phantom swords were transformed into multiple phantoms in the boundary between heaven and earth, locking them in for many years.

Years of different colours, no further small Ningfan, Ningfan has received the minimum attention.

Years of biting through the fingers, fingering a little, sacrificing a blood light from the wound between the fingers.

As soon as the blood appeared, it immediately turned into a bloody machete.

The machete looked far away, like a half bloody moon, thin as a cicada wing.

Years ago, however, the technique changed and the blood knife shivered slightly and disappeared.

The next moment, the blood rushed into the sky, and 18,000 phantom swords were broken by the swordsman!

Phantom Sword Array, Break!

Once the sword array broke, he chopped his memory and the sword fell back, contaminated with dirty blood over his body.

Ning Fan's eyes were cold and his heart turned bloody. He was truly a hegemonic soldier. He broke the Phantom Sword Array. He dared to chop off the sword's sword with dirty blood.

The good news is that the sword was formed by the second step of the Italian Dao soldier, and it will not be stained by blood.

If you were a first-pavement soldier, you might get dirty from direct blood rays. Even if you don't destroy it, you will lose a lot of power.

“Burn!”

Ningfan slept, the black fire flashed, burned up the blood stain on the Memory Sword, and raised his hand to retrieve the Memory Sword.

The first trick didn't get any benefit, but it didn't take half the price that year.

This technique has been tested by Ningfan in shallow years, with 70% sure to win the year, 20% sure to kill the year!

The Sword Formation was broken at the beginning of the year, and the intention was to show joy.

But when he found out that his blood blade had been sealed by the cold sword, he couldn't laugh anymore.

His postmortem, relying on the strength of the blood, broke through the Phantom Sword Array planted by Ningfan.

But remember how powerful the sword is. The sword has the power of remembrance. Even though the ice seal circles back, there is a resolve to spill out the warmth of the heart!

The sword is a cold ice sword, the cold one, from the snow and wind of Seven Mei City in memory.

The blade of blood is frozen by the cold, and the power is slightly diminished.

Though the power has not diminished much, it has been intolerable for many years.

How does he fix it? How humiliating it is to him that the immortals of the early days of Tangdu Jianzhen, higher than Ningfan's three small realms, a great realm, actually lost their first confrontation with Ningfan!

Gradually, her eyes became colder, but her heart became more calm.

He realized that Ningfan was not an ordinary ghost.

Looks like it's not all good luck to be the leader of the League of Demons, sitting flat with four true Immortals...

“Look! The 5th Alliance Lord has even fought the Immortal!” Some of the Alliance Brothers shook up and looked at the long skies.

“A tie? Nathan was lucky enough to stop a few seniors from striking, what a tie, just temporarily undefeated. It won't be long before you lose.” Some quicksand monks scoffed.

“It's a tie, it's not a tie...” The three Alliance Real Immortal Alliance principals gazed slightly and saw Tian Ni.

This type of soldier is a little cheap, but he ate a little loss...

Hard to say that the two of us are even. Hard to say that Ning Fan is slightly superior. It seems that he can also...

The only thing we can be sure of is that there was absolutely no upper hand in the year!

“That year's qualifications were not weak, and it was even more than the" Divine Sky Emperor "dial, he actually ate a small loss in his hand!” The eyes of the mighty gods shook up.

They didn't expect to lose in the hands of Ningfan in the next year.

To be honest, they are also hostile to Ningfan, who is not close to the little witch.

However, unlike many years ago, they were of the same faction as little witches. If they were not happy, they would not rush to the face of little witches.

Unlike many years, it is tantamount to the existence of political enemies.

As a result, those who ate in the past year and were strong in the false court of the gods were in a much better mood, and their dissatisfaction with Ningfan was diminished.

“He took Ghost Xuanshu for a long time, and it still prevailed!” The little witch opened her mouth slightly, smiling proudly a moment later.

The man she loved, the man she decided to haunt for a lifetime...

She has always been helpless, but in the face of Ning Fan, she always misses calculations and underestimates...

“All these years, I've been looking for pain!” There is no expression on Mu's face, and there is a sneer in his heart.

He was laughing for years without knowing he was alive and suffering.

Who is he, Mutual? Even though it was fixed to suppress the early days of Watson, the power of a single blow is not at all what Watson can take.

After all, his realm is there, and he also carries out the Watanabe divinity. Naturally, Watanabe is not Watanabe.

Mutu and Ningfan's monolithic spells ended in a tie.

Mutu's strength is far from being comparable for many years when he has just stepped on a 'true bridge' and the realm is not solid.

Even Mutu was only equal to Ningfan, and he was a little less proud of himself than Ningfan.

Of course, they were not much weaker than Ningfan in some years, and the gap between the two was minimal.

It is never possible to kill years without using the cards.

“This is a year of cocoon restraint. This is better, but it's also damned! Unexpectedly, he has such a deep affection with the Master of the Majority Pavilion of the Divine Imperial Pavilion. The old man has repeatedly tolerated this child and wants to rely on the trickle of flowers to obtain some opportunity. Today, it seems that this child cannot be used anymore, or it is better to kill directly! ”

At the deepest corner of Mutu's eyes, a strong sense of hatred and killing crept through.

His grudges with the Imperial Palace will never be resolved. With Ningfan being the Little Witch husband, he has good reason to let Ningfan die in the Qisha Star Realm forever!

Ningfan did not know that the words of the little witch were a great enemy to him, not just one man for many years!

He doesn't know that Mutu has no intention of using him anymore, he just wants to kill him!

At this moment, Ning Fan, fully focused and confronted for many years, the breath was not broken.

Ink hair danced in the air, but black eyes closed slightly.

When it is opened again, Ningfan eyes blood red, that blood red, is the brake stain!

At the moment of red eyes, Ji Qi Wei pressed like a sea of blood into the sky.

Limited to the boundaries of the heavens and the earth, the pressure cannot disperse the boundaries, nor can the monks outside the boundaries accurately perceive Ningfanwei.

But many years in the junction, the moment I perceived Ning Fanwei's repression, I was almost directly scared to death!

In the First World War, Ningfan reckoned with Fahe, King Linyuan, Ancestor Wei Dust, Thousand-eyed Elder Monster by pacing.

Though he did his best by killing Emperor Jade Jane, his bravery was greatly increased.

His strength at this moment is that he himself is difficult to suppress and easily dare not show off.

Killing three nullifiers and one mindset is enough to make all the monks cold!

At the moment of release of brazen pressure, Ningfan appeared to be burning, creating a rake of blood fire.

Blood flames are not flames, but blood flames!

Blood flames are said to appear only when Sha Qi is strong enough to release a certain amount of evil power.

The monks outside the boundaries were shocked at the sight of Ningfan's blood flames. They can't even feel how high Ningfan's brawl power is, they can only imagine!

At this moment, Mutu held his breath and looked incredibly at Ningfan.

“Blood flame. Blood flame! This subdistrict, Ghost Xuan, how can Ho De fix the bleeding flame? Hmm, is this blood flame just some kind of deep illusion that tricked me into waiting for my eyes?” Mutu thought in shadow.

After a lot of old weirdos shook up, they also felt that Ningfan's blood flame was too unreal, only that it was some kind of deep illusion, or some kind of magic like blood flame.

The little witch stared at the boundaries of the heavens and the earth. She could not see that the blood flame was real, but she could see that at this moment, she preferred to provoke the blood flame, the look was very painful...

“That must be real blood... or he won't be so painful... for years, you dare make him so painful... this time, I won't let you leave the quicksand stars alive! ”

The little witch's eyes are frozen, and the killing machine has been quietly locked for many years.

If she can't break the line between heaven and earth for many years, she must break into the line and take Fan out...

I can't tell you how miserable it is!

He is in the midst of the boundaries of heaven and earth, and is the only one here to feel the terror of Ningfan!

If Fanfan was too low to control such a powerful temper, would he be his opponent?

If Ningfan possesses the cultivation of the peak of Wajin, I'm afraid the bravery of this moment alone will suffice to condense into a fist and bomb all the monks under the sky!

Even though today's Ningfan can't manipulate the brawl as he pleases, it has been suppressed by this brawl for many years. The breath is already in turmoil. Only 30% of the power can be mobilized...

Even though this moment is still stronger than the peak of Ghost Xuan, it is far less powerful than Watanabu.

At this moment, for the first time in many years, the fear of Ningfan has risen!

He wanted to operate to remove the boundaries of the heavens and the earth, but because of the atmosphere, too little power was available to undo the boundaries...

He finally realized what cocoon restraint meant!

He dug his own grave!

“Ningfan! You can't kill me! You only kill ordinary disciples, but my husband is one of the 300 disciples of the two great emperors of the Imperial Palace - the Emperor of the Divine Sky! If you kill me, perhaps the Emperor will not do anything to you with his identity in mind, but his 300 disciples will definitely regard you as an enemy! It must be! ”

“On the contrary, if you let me go today and draw the line with Xiao Qianci, the old man can swear by heart and demon, he will surely recommend you to the Divine Emperor! If you can be one of the 300 disciples of the divine sky, there is no future in this life! ”

These words were pronounced to Ning Fan in many years!

It's a threat and a plea for forgiveness!

How can he have the face to make others listen to such humiliating words of mercy?

After half a year of threatening and begging for forgiveness, I preferred the glance to the chill more.

He heard that for many years, there was a fairy emperor on the hill!

The Emperor of the Divine Sky, one of the ‘two emperors of the Divine Virtue’, cultivated to be the peak of the eighth Bangu robbery, Mighty Zhen Dongtian, Ningfan could not have known!

Being a 300 disciple of the divine sky for a number of years, his identity is different, I'm afraid it's some old monster, and he may have gone around for some years.

Unfortunately, even if I knew the background of many years, I'd rather not let it go!

All these years and years, it's all about little witches.

Even if you are willing to recommend yourself to the Emperor of the Divine Sky, you must draw a line with the little witch.

I'm afraid the Emperor of the Sky, who was behind it for years, is not on the right path with the little witch.

Since he was the enemy of the little witch for some years, he was also the enemy of him.

Ning Fan killed many years, so what!

“Noise! ”

At this moment, rather than enduring the severe pain of the blood flame, the eyes of the devil are cold, the eyes change, and the Taoist elephant is coming.

Demonize the night, Dao Hua Beidou!

The junction can trap Ningfan's body, but not Ningfan's way!

Once again, the elephant descended into the quicksand realm, turning the whole quicksand realm into darkness and revealing the stars of the northern battle!

“Another elephant!” Mutu gazed.

“It's... it's an elephant! Little Van has proven successful!” Once again, the little witch was stunned by Ning Fan, and her eyes were discolored.

No man has ever made her fly again!

“What a powerful Taoist!” All the true immortals of the Imperial Palace of God have testified and condensed the Taoist elephant.

But there is no such thing as a mighty vision and a vast noise as Ningfan.

At this moment, Ningfan, when he attacked the white clothes, walked in the darkness and drowned the whole world with magic thoughts to guide the world.

Step by step, he walked toward a certain year, trembling all over the year, but biting the tip of his tongue hard, borrowing the pain to restore a few points of war.

He knows that Ningfan is not going to let him go!

He is not a coward for many years. Since hatred between the two sides cannot be reconciled, he does not mind fighting with Ningfan to kill me!

“True technique, stereotyping! ”

“True magic, divine fingers! ”

At this moment, the Numen were lit for years!

At this moment, for many years, your hands will point out your index fingers together, while simultaneously activating the two types of Great Divine Divine Divinity!

Both are handed down by the Emperor of the Divine Sky, a simplified version of the lost Oriental Ancestry, the Art of Setting Heaven.

The latter, in turn, is the simplified version of the emperor's strongest divine power, the Apocalypse Finger.

If you still have 10% magic, you can settle for all the monks under Watsumi!

A finger of the sky is enough to inflict heavy damage on your peers!

Unfortunately, at this moment, he can only mobilize 30% of his powers, two magical powers, and even weaker pathetic.

“Stereotyping! Sky Finger! In the face of Ghost Xuan, he actually used two cards at the same time! The two fingers are the same. He's going back. Is he going to die?” Many who knew the finesse of the mythical monks at the end of the year shook.

The little witch's eyes flashed worrying emotions, but the next moment, she shook her head and quenched her worries.

“Xiao Van, will not lose to Xu Yen, I believe him!” The little witch believed.

At the moment of many years of stereotyping, the colour of the Eye Exposure ridicule was not settled at all by a star and a half.

How can the forged ancestral art of many years settle the cultivator of the Fixed Sky?

But the sky refers to bullying and bullying, making Ningfan dare not have any small heart.

It is conceivable that the person who created this finger should be what a bully personality, for years, cannot create this finger!

I can't understand the mood of this finger, but I don't have a watch!

“Holiness! ”

Magic Mindfulness, Dao Mindfulness!

The light of blood in Ning Fan's eyes turned into the idea of holding the heaven, lifting the hand room, seven palms in one.

With a palm covered in the sky and a giant black and white palm falling from the galaxy for nine days, with only one palm, the finger of the divine sky with its watch is painted into powder!

The palm print was undiminished. Horizontal photographs were taken for some years. The palm wind fluttered and the skin was sore for some years.

He forcibly inspired the two great divine powers. He was too heavy to defend himself with a third method for a while!

He became even more afraid when he saw that stereotyping was impossible to settle down!

He was even more desperate when he saw the sky's fingers broken by Fan Fan!

He seemed paralyzed and could not move due to regurgitation.

Just for a moment, it seems to be longer than a century.

His thoughts were long, but at the moment of the palm impression, they were all gone!

Boom!

With one palm down, the quicksand realm can't stop trembling, and the sound travels through every dune in the realm!

Rather than scattering the Taoist elephant, he set foot on the broken junction and looked at it like a demon.

Years have fallen!

Makoto!

(33) Nothing more, wash and sleep.