Nie Fanpan sat in the underground secret room, gathered all the minds, and a move, and the Qiu Guangjin upstairs immediately flew down.

Nie Fan breathed a sigh of relief, his hands were lingering, and the third mortal deputy sword was refined! Various disassembly and other disassembly of the fire also flew out of the storage ring and accumulated in the secret room.

Around the body, the light flows, the sword is restrained, and the sword is restrained to protect him from refining the sword.

"What, Nie Fan has come out!?" Just when Nie Fan concentrated on refining the sword, the man's face of the man in the ice -carving mask in the south of the city changed and received a message!

"Family, how could Nie Fan come out of our people?" As soon as his words fell, the woman with a bronze mask not far from him stepped step by step, and asked in a puzzled face.

The eyes of the ice sculpture flickered for a while. He knew that since Nie Fan could hide those people who ambush, and the hands of other forces, it shows that Nie Fan's cultivation has surpassed his estimation, killing him difficulties and the difficulty of killing him and the difficulty of killing him.

A little bigger!

"Incorporate the ice god sword into the ice hall!" The man's eyes flashed suddenly, and the sink said.

"House owner!" As soon as his voice fell, not only the woman, the people around him suddenly came over and stopped loudly!

"Needless to say," As soon as the man of the ice sculpting mask raised his hand, his body was full of chills, and the cold voice said: "Nie Fan is not dead, our Feng family cannot reproduce the heaven.

Don't miss it! "

"But the owner, the ice god sword is the only dependence of our Feng family. Once it is integrated into the ice hall, it can only be destroyed with the Bing Hall ..." The woman hesitated to go out.

The chills on the ice sculpture man were sealed all around the void, the stronger the coldness, and said, "I know, but this is also the only means we can kill Nie Fan!"

The others were also silent. At that time, Feng Zhengshan was killed by Nie Fan.

, Waiting for a chance, but found that they have no strength to read.

Now Nie Fan and Zheng Hu's war can be said to be their only opportunity.

"Go, inform all the masters above the palace level, all of which are concentrated here, incorporate the ice god sword, and the power of the ice hall is urged to the maximum!" Said the people of the ice sculpture mask.

"Yes!" The people surrounding responded together.

These people are all Feng Jiayu. When this group of Feng family tried to increase the grasp of Nie Fan, Kunlun's eight sword array also enhanced the power of the Eight Sword Eatering Array with means to ensure that he could make the Eight Sword Eatering Array.

Nie Fan killed in one fell swoop!

The news of Nie Fan's leave of the small half mountain, it didn't take long to spread in the capital.

Numerous people hope that Nie Fan will die in this war. Naturally, he does not want him to match Zheng Hu so well. Various people in the capital move to find his trace.

"Did you find it?" In a large courtyard, an old man who had a close relationship with the Han family talked coldly towards a group of people in front of him.

"Family owner, there is no, Nie Fan's whereabouts have always been floating, we can't find any clues." The following middle -aged man bowed his head and bowed his head.

"Waste!" The old man drank, his eyes surged, and said: "Find, use all methods, I don't believe he has no relatives and friends. Everyone who has a relationship will be arrested for me and tortured torture!"

"Yes!" The middle -aged man didn't know how Nie Fan was offended his family. He trembled and immediately agreed.

"Is the news obtained true?" And when countless people in Beijing found Nie Fan's trace, in the endless void heights in the south of the city, an old man with a thin yellow muscles, a wind and dust servant, seemed to have countless stars in the eyes, looking at it.

Beijing.

A rough man in front of him bowed and stood up, and the buzz said, "It has been determined that Yang Xuening has broken through."

The old man with a thin yellow muscles collapsed in the eyes of the old man's eyes, as if destroying the heavens, the big man in front of him trembled, but he didn't dare to act at all.

"Did Nie Fan find it?" The old man's voice said calmly.

"No." Dahan lowered his head.

There was no change on the old man's face, and said: "Launch the Dragon Mo Da Big Formation!"

"Yes!" The big man immediately agreed. After that, a weird horn sounded, and a dozen strong men who were about tall as him appeared in an instant.

As if the sky is sandy, the whole void is shrouded, and Fang Yuan does not know how many miles have turned into deserts drowned by the sand.

"This war is definitely difficult to see ..." The time of the battle has not yet arrived, but countless people have appeared in some mountains in the south of the city. Looking at the void, all kinds of discussion sounds in the void.

"Someone had seen Zheng Hu a few days ago, and found that his momentum was more powerful than what he had seen before. Nie Fan must have been fierce this time!" Someone asserted that Nie Fan had defeated Bei Hai before, Guan Shanqiu

, But there are too many ingredients for all kinds of ingenuity. They are not optimistic about him. In addition, Zheng Hu's strength has risen, and almost no one supports him.

"Zheng Hu's strength is indeed amazing. It is hundreds of years earlier than Nie Fan. It is not difficult to make such a master with Kunlun." Some people easily defeat Nie Fan by Zheng Hu, looking at the void, waiting for Zheng Zheng

Tiger shocked the world again.

"I don't know where Nie Fan is now, won't you fight for self -defeat ..." I don't know who passed the sound, the voice sneered sharply, and the void of the hill was excited.

"Nothing is impossible. Zheng Hu's strength does not know how many people were scared to death. They escaped more without fighting, and it was not bad Nie Fan!" Someone attached to peace, the voice was narrow, and he looked down on Nie Fan.

Know.

Others were silent for a while, looking at the void, waiting for hundreds of years to see a rare battle for hundreds of years.

Nie Fan's appointment with Zheng Hu can be said to be the highest battle in the ancient martial arts world. It has already spread throughout the world of ancient martial arts. As a place of war in the south of the city, naturally I don't know how many people are paying attention.

Several Zhou Mei who stood in front of the main building listened to the words outside, angry, changed in her heart, and couldn't have an attack. They could only wait for Nie Fan to go out.

Nie Fan in the secret room, with a blue golden light shining with his eyes, a blue light in front of his eyes, the sharp sword of the sharp sword was erected in front of him, the blue light flowed, and the sword was aggressive!

Third, the vice sword, Qiu Guangjian!

For a whole day and one night, Nie Fan successfully made this sword refinement, because there were no other materials, which was only equivalent to the black rock sword, but with the Qiu Guangjian, his strength did not know how much it increased.

He has been able to break through the top of the sixth layer of Qi!

"Finally, there is a battle, but this is not enough!"

Nie Fan's eyes were condensed, and he took a sigh of breath.

He sat on the market and closed his eyes, and the strong consciousness was condensed like a sharp sword.

"Yuanshen cut."
Chapter completed!