Fuli's eyes have extraordinary insight. No need for Bei Xiaoman to remind him, Ning Fan has already seen through the mystery of Lord Yan's flying sword.

The flaming red flying sword, a spiritual treasure at the peak of transformation level, possesses two magical powers, one of which is teleportation, and the other is shadow slicing.

This Lord Yan is not a sword cultivator at all, but a fire cultivator, and the flying sword he holds is only used for plotting and sneak attacks.

But seeing a few flashes of the fiery red sword light, it approached Ning Fan's shadow on the ground.

Once the shadow is cut, it can also kill Ning Fan's body. It has to be said that the shadow-cutting magical power has the same effect as the magic of drawing treasure to kill infants.

Bei Xiaoman was really nervous. Two blood-red stars slowly appeared above his eyebrows. He raised his little hand and his fingertips were wrapped with blood, ready to help Ning Fan at any time.

However, before Bei Xiaoman could take action, the fiery red flying sword suddenly trembled, as if it was hit by a starlight.

That ray of starlight was the flying sword that Ning Fan flicked out with his fingers. After Ning Fan understood the meaning of the sword, the power of the flying sword was definitely not comparable to that of the fiery red flying sword.

Boom!

A shattering sound was heard, and the flaming red flying sword was shattered by the starlight sword shadow.

With a starlight hovering around him, Ning Fan's black eyes were as deep as the bottom of a pool, and he faintly glanced at Lord Yan.

"Flying swords are not so powerful... Ji!"

Ning Fan's finger gestures changed, and in an instant, the starlight sword shadows circling around him were ten to ten, ten hundred, and in an instant there were ten thousand sword shadows, slashing through the air towards Lord Yan.

Ning Fan rarely kills people with the flying sword technique, but this does not mean that he is not proficient in the flying sword technique.

Especially with the help of a fragment of the broken sword, he understood the meaning of the Falling Immortal Sword, which fully demonstrated the power of the flying sword.

"What a domineering sword spirit!"

Even the two hidden Yudian Lianxu couldn't help but secretly admire him.

Ning Fan's sword intention was as arrogant and domineering as a conquering immortal. It was the sword of a tyrant. Just watching it from a distance made the two Lianxu auras suffocate.

The two of them couldn't help but guess something about Ning Fan.

Zhou Ming of Endless Sea is protected by a master of void refining. Is it possible that he is really from the Zhou family of Inner Sea?

However, Yudian has been keeping a close eye on the information about the Zhou family in Neihai. Among the Zhou family, there is definitely no one as talented as Ning Fan!

"What is the origin of this child..." Two masters of Void Refining began to speculate on Ning Fan's identity.

Ning Fan's domineering sword intent swept across the long street, and the onlookers retreated again, putting distance between themselves and Ning Yan on the battlefield.

Facing these ten thousand sword shadows, even Lord Yan felt a little numb.

His strength is strong enough to kill ordinary half-step practitioners. He has also seen many sword cultivators cut off their heads with flying swords.

Among the divine sword cultivators that Venerable Yan has seen, Ning Fan's flying sword technique can definitely be ranked among the top three. And Venerable Yan also knows that the flying sword technique is not Ning Fan's best method at all.

"I seem to underestimate this person..."

For the first time, Lord Yan frowned and regarded Ning Fan as an equal opponent. He patted the storage bag, offered up a handful of red sand, and sprinkled it into the sky, flashing blood-red stars.

But I saw red sand covering the sky, smoke and dust swept away, and countless sword shadows collapsed one after another.

And the Zhanli Sword itself was suppressed by the red sand, and the sword body trembled violently, but it was not broken.

"An ancient divine weapon..."

Lord Yan's frown deepened. He had planned to use this piece of red sand to crush Ning Fan's flying sword and retaliate with the sword, but it was a fantasy.

In the first round of confrontation, Ning Fan was unscathed. However, Yan Zun shattered a flying sword, but Yan Zun was at a disadvantage.

"It's blood cinnabar! This is Lord Yan's natal magic weapon. It's a handful of blood sand made from ancient star iron. It's designed to crush all kinds of magic weapons!"

"The ancient magic weapon! The flying sword held by Ming Zun is also an ancient magic weapon! It is said that the ancient magic weapon can not only be promoted, but it is also strong and indestructible. If it were an ordinary flying sword, it would have been crushed by the blood cinnabar... It is indeed a magic weapon.

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The monks onlookers were talking a lot, and the words fell into Ning Fan's ears, making the latter look solemnly.

"I see."

No wonder this red sand is so overbearing and can shatter the shadow of a flying sword. It turns out to be the natal magic weapon of Lord Yan.

If it were a magic weapon...

The slashing sword shadow was already circling around him, but Ning Fan once again touched his eyebrows and took out a blood-red thunder whip.

Looking at the red sand in the sky, Ning Fan, without saying a word, whipped his thunder whip towards the sky, one hundred times in one go.

Each whip shadow is like a bloody thunderbolt, and a hundred blood thunders strike at the red sand, which is quite powerful.

But this scene only turned into a sneer in the eyes of Lord Yan.

In his eyes, Ning Fan had seen how powerful Blood Cinnabar was, and yet he dared to let the magic weapon hit him. It was like giving him a magic weapon to crush.

"broken!"

Lord Yan raised his eyebrows, changed his finger gestures, and the billowing red sand instantly submerged hundreds of blood thunders.

He could see at a glance that the blood-thunder whip was nothing more than a spiritual treasure and was not something to be feared at all.

The blood sand rolled towards the whip shadow thunder, and the blood thunder collapsed one after another. However, Lord Yan was not yet proud, and his expression suddenly changed drastically.

The shadows of hundreds of whips struck the blood sand, just as if they struck the essence of Lord Yan's Dantian.

The soul was whipped a hundred times by Ning Fan. Lord Yan suddenly vomited blood and became unsteady, almost falling into the sky. His injuries were definitely not serious.

At the moment when he was injured, Ning Fan rolled up his sleeves and rolled up the bloody sand, taking advantage of Lord Yan's distraction to forcefully take away the opponent's magic weapon!

Generally speaking, a monk's natal magic weapon can only be used by himself, and outsiders cannot use it as he wishes.

But Ning Fan is different.

Putting the blood cinnabar into his sleeve, Ning Fan's fingertips swirled with purple-gold smoke and touched the blood sand.

Amidst the sizzling sound, the mark of spiritual thoughts planted by Venerable Blood Sand Neiyan was easily erased by Ning Fan.

puff!

Before Lord Yan could stabilize his body, the imprint of his spiritual thoughts in the magic weapon was suddenly wiped away. His sea of ​​consciousness was in pain, he vomited blood and half-knelt in the sky with a look of shock and anger.

"'Surely God-Shattering Technique'! You can't be wrong, this is not the ordinary thunder of the Zhou family monks! Who are you from the Thunder Emperor Buzhou! Why do you want to take away my life magic weapon!"

Lord Yan was filled with hatred. There had long been rumors in the Endless Sea about Ning Fan's method of extracting treasures to kill infants. After all, for the monks of the Endless Sea, attacking the Nascent Soul was not a rare technique. Many thunder cultivators in the Zhou family knew it.

But Zhou Jialeixiu's thunder is not as domineering as Ning Fan's. This is not an ordinary thunder at all. The power of the blood thunder is like a catastrophe, making it difficult to defend against.

In the history of the Zhou family in Neihai, there was only one person who had ever controlled blood thunder, and that was Emperor Buzhou Thunder!

There have long been rumors in the Endless Sea that Zhou Ming is a member of the Zhou family in the Inner Sea. However, this matter was confirmed to be a rumor after Zhou Qing, the genius of the Zhou family, clarified it.

Yan Zun is even more convinced that there is absolutely no one like Ning Fan in the Inner Sea Zhou family.

But Ning Fan actually used Bu Zhou Lei Emperor's Blood Thunder Technique. Is this just a coincidence?

No, how could there be such a coincidence in the world!

The two hidden Yudian Lianxu had almost the same thoughts as Lord Yan.

They had been speculating on Ning Fan's identity, but after seeing Xue Lei, they were even more convinced that Ning Fan must be a member of the Zhou family in Neihai.

As for why Zhou Ming was not included in the Yudian intelligence... the two Lianxu thought carefully and secretly guessed.

I'm afraid that Zhou Ming is an important figure in the Zhou family. He is so important that his existence needs to be erased so that Yudian cannot find out about it.

The two Lianxu people felt more and more that this guess was correct.

And it makes more sense for Ning Fan to have a master of void refining to protect him.

In the opinion of the two of them, the hidden Xu Lian master must be the Zhou family's Xu Lian elder, but they don't know which one.

"Hmph! The Zhou family has an agreement with me, the Yudian, and half-step masters of Void Refining must not leave the inner sea without authorization. How dare they violate the agreement! It seems that this matter needs to be reported to the God Emperor!"

After making random guesses, the two of them became more and more biased.

"We must find out which elder of the Zhou family is protecting this Zhou Ming!"

Naturally, Ning Fan didn't know how to hide Lianxu's thoughts, and it was only a matter of time to use the Shattering Divine Whip to assassinate Lord Yan.

Seeing that Lord Yan was injured, Ning Fan took advantage of the situation and snatched the blood cinnabar without giving Lord Yan a chance to breathe. He lifted up the demon wings and stretched them out, shaking them hard, but saw a flash of purple light and the figure disappeared.

"It's so fast...not good! Yun Yan, be careful behind you!"

At this moment, the expressions of the two hidden Lianxu changed drastically, and they no longer hid their figures. They appeared from the sky and called out to Lord Yan.

Fast, too fast!

Ning Fan used his supporting wings, and his escape speed was not much different from that of Lianxu. He could escape ninety thousand miles at a speed that Yan Zun could not react to, and only two Lianxu could detect the direction in which Ning Fan was escaping.

A chilly feeling suddenly came from his back, and when he heard the two Lianxu exclaims, Yan Zun could still remain calm. He immediately turned around suddenly and swept his spiritual thoughts behind him, like a spark in the sky. In an instant,

Thousands of miles of sky are covered by the sea of ​​fire!

In the sea of ​​​​fire, a figure in white just emerged. Before Yan Zun launched a sneak attack from behind, he was swallowed by the sea of ​​​​fire.

Fire Thought! Divine Thought of Flame!

Ning Fan cultivated the sea of ​​consciousness into the shape of a sword and condensed the sword thought, while Lord Yan cultivated the sea of ​​consciousness into the shape of fire and condensed the fire thought.

With the strength of his spiritual thoughts, even the ordinary half-step practice of practicing sword thought would cause serious injuries.
To be continued...