"Zhou Shouming, let me go, let me go... um..."

Being hugged tightly around the waist by Ning Fan, and in front of so many people, even though they had had close contact, Bei Xiaoman's face was still full of shame and anger.

But the more she struggled, the tighter Ning Fan hugged her, as if he was deliberately bullying her.

He even secretly moved his fingertips and touched the sensitive area of ​​his waist, causing Bei Xiaoman's delicate body to go numb, and he let out a light squeak, and immediately he felt ashamed and angry.

Fortunately, the monks present only thought that Bei Xiaoman was moaning in pain and did not know that she had been touched on a sensitive area. Otherwise, Bei Xiaoman would definitely go crazy on the spot.

"You are shameless!" Bei Xiaoman had a complaint that she couldn't say. She didn't dare to yell in front of so many people because she was touched by Ning Fan.

Yes, he is the most shameless person in the world.

I hate him, I hate him the most!

But why was she so happy to see him come to save her?

Bei Xiaoman was in a state of confusion, and then he thought of Ximen Ye's power, and his face immediately turned pale.

"Zhou, Zhou Shouming, leave quickly... He is very powerful..."

"I know."

Ning Fan gently let go of Bei Xiaoman and protected him behind him. He brushed away the blood on Bei Xiaoman's lips with his fingertips, which made Bei Xiaoman's pretty face feel ashamed and angry.

Long before taking action, Ning Fan sensed that Ximen Ye was unusual.

This Ximen Ye is just a distraction, but he has half the strength to refine himself.

Even if this person's true self is not at the peak of Xu Refining, I'm afraid he is still... Broken Xu!

If it was just an ordinary half-step of refining the void, Ning Fan would be confident that he could fight. However, Ximen Ye has a Shattering Void level combat awareness, and his real combat power is probably already at the Void Refining level.

Saving Bei Xiaoman was just causing trouble. But before weighing the pros and cons, his body appeared involuntarily. When Bei Xiaoman was in trouble, he stood in front of her.

Perhaps, it was for Yuan Yao's sake.

Perhaps, it is the responsibility of being the master of the Lost World Tower.

Perhaps, it was the playful nurturing relationship with Bei Xiaoman.

Maybe. It's just that he doesn't allow anyone other than himself to bully Bei Xiaoman.

"As long as I'm here, you can't take her away." Ning Fan's tone was calm, but he had an aura that was not inferior to Ximen Ye's.

He will not be intimidated by Ximen Ye. Even if Ximen Ye Suixu himself comes, he will have the same attitude.

Old monster Suixu, he has offended a lot of people!

"With you?" Ximen Ye seemed to have heard something ridiculous. He winked at the three Peak Transformation Gods beside him and then lazily closed his eyes, waiting for Ning Fan's blood to splash three feet away.

Immediately, the three peak-level gods understood. Each of them sneered and turned into three tobacco pipes to attack Ning Fan.

"Despicable!" Seeing Ning Fan being attacked by three peak-level gods, Bei Xiaoman's expression immediately changed.

The Ximen family is quite proficient in the art of combined attacks, and the combined attack power of these three peak gods has almost reached the level of ordinary Void Refining.

Moreover, these three people are cultivators from the upper realm, and their methods are slightly more powerful than Yan Zun from the lower realm. Bei Xiaoman is naturally worried that Ning Fan will suffer a loss.

Ximen Ye even closed his eyes slightly, clearly thinking that he had a chance to win.

In his opinion, if he was only dealing with a mid-stage God Transformation, even if the mid-stage God Transformation was so powerful that it could be compared to Half-Step Void Refining, it would never be able to stop the ruthless attacks of three servants.

"roll!"

Ning Fan's eyes turned cold, he took a step forward, and a mighty sword energy spread out, sweeping across the hall.

Before the three peak transformation gods could approach Ning Fan, they were shaken out of their bodies by the tyrannical sword. Immediately, as if their chests were hit hard, they all coughed up blood and flew back. Their eyes were horrified.

"The Sword Intent of Falling into the Immortal, and it is also the Sword Intent of Dacheng!"

The three of them had jointly destroyed many masters of spirit transformation. However, they could not even get close to Ning Fan's body. With just one move, they could make the three of them vomit blood and fly backwards.

Even Ximen Ye's eyes darkened a little, and he immediately realized that Ning Fan was not in the middle stage of divine transformation as reported in the information, but actually at the peak of divine transformation.

"The peak of divine transformation? The peak of divine transformation with a bone age of less than 500 years old? The qualifications are extraordinary. But you have to understand that in this world, you cannot reach the peak with qualifications alone. In my eyes, you are just an ant!"

Once your cultivation reaches a certain level, your qualifications are not the most important thing.

If you don't have a strong background and don't have countless cultivation resources to support you, any attempt to break through Broken Void, become a Life Immortal, or become a True Immortal is all nonsense.

In Ximen Ye's eyes, Ning Fan is just a junior with acceptable qualifications.

After all, Ximen Ye himself has succeeded in breaking the void. Looking at the four days, he is one of the few geniuses of this generation.

Ning Fan, on the other hand, is still at the peak of divine transformation. Whether he can refine the void or break the void is still unknown. Qualification does not mean everything!

"You, kill him."

Ximenye said something to an old man in silver robes beside him. The old man immediately understood and took a step forward. It was also a half-step of cultivation.

The old man in silver robe was glowing with electric light all over his body, making a sizzling sound.

The moment his momentum spread, all the Ximen family monks, except Ximen Ye, distanced themselves from him, with expressions of fear.

"Is Elder Lei taking action this time? Elder Lei possesses the art of thunder, which is rare among his peers. Especially this thunder, it is a sixth-grade virtual thunder with extraordinary power..."

"I heard that there are seven bullshit Inner Seas in the Endless Sea of ​​the Lower Realm. If these seven were placed in front of Elder Lei, they wouldn't be enough to look at!"

A few whispers fell into the ears of the silver-robed old man, but they could not arouse any fluctuations in his mind, which showed that this man was a monk with a strong heart.

Elder Lei glanced at Bei Xiaoman and felt a little guilty when he saw the latter's slightly pale complexion.

He had received a lot of favors from the four ladies of the Palace of Relics, so if he kills Ning Fan today, it will definitely make Bei Xiaoman sad.

He sighed secretly, but he couldn't help himself. He was now a member of the Ximen family. He could eat people's salary and be loyal to others.

Looking at Ning Fan, there was a hint of mercy in his eyes, and he said coldly,

"Zhou Ming, if you just surrender, I will keep your soul in reincarnation for the sake of Miss Fourth!"

"No need, you are no match for me."

"Hmph! What a shame!"

Elder Lei's eyes turned cold. He, a master who has only half-stepped into the void refining stage, would be afraid of someone at the peak of divine transformation?

Being able to save Ning Fan's soul for reincarnation is already a big deal. Since Ning Fan doesn't know good from evil, he doesn't have to show mercy.

Taking a step forward, silver lightning flew around his body. Elder Lei drew an imaginary semicircle in the air with his hands. The next moment, the thunder turned into a Bagua palm print. He slapped it towards Ning Fan.

"Thunder from all directions!"

The Bagua Thunder Palm was struck out, and it immediately transformed into eight bowl-sized thunder snakes in eight directions, attacking Ning Fan.

This palm is not a large-scale killing, but the power of the palm is concentrated to the limit. Each thunder snake is enough to easily kill the peak of the gods.

"This thunder is good, I want it!"

Ning Fan suddenly raised his eyebrows, drew out the peak spirit treasure's broken divine whip, and whipped eight times at the eight thunder gods.

Don't look at the opponent's thunder as a sixth-grade virtual thunder, but Ning Fan's thunder is a thunder of heavenly calamity.

Eight whip shadows. Eight blood-thunder dragons collided with the silver thunder, and lightning immediately shot out.

When Shi Bing and Lu Qing saw the thunder, they immediately activated the defense of the south tower to prevent the fighting in the palace from spreading to the outside world.

Once the electro-optical wave spreads, Xuanwu City may be razed to the ground thousands of miles away.

boom!

When the two thunders touched each other, Elder Lei's expression suddenly changed. His sixth-grade silver thunder actually showed fear, and he did not dare to resist the blood thunder at all.

After eight whips, the thunder snake suddenly shattered, and all the lightning was swallowed up by the blood thunder.

Under everyone's eyes, the Shattering Divine Whip swallowed up all of Elder Lei's spiritual thunder, and he was promoted to a half-step virtual treasure!

"Heavenly Tribulation Blood Thunder! Among the Seven Realms of Cultivation, this thunder is almost the strongest!"

Elder Lei looked solemn, and finally realized that although Ning Fan was at the peak of divine transformation, his methods were by no means weak. It would be difficult to defeat Ning Fan!

Looking back, Ximen Ye was looking at him displeased. Suddenly, Elder Lei thought something bad was going on in his heart. If Ning Fan could not be killed, he would definitely be killed by Ximen Ye.

"Let's fight! The Thunder Splitting Sword is here!"

Elder Lei waved his sleeves, and eight silver sword shadows appeared out of thin air in front of him.

Every sword shadow is a pinnacle spiritual treasure. The eight swords are integrated into one, and their power is no less than the virtual treasure!

"It's Fen Lei Sword! This is Elder Lei's famous treasure. Not only many gods have died under this sword!"

"Hmph, that Zhou Ming is dead. Although his blood whip is powerful and can defeat all thunder, it is only half a virtual treasure and cannot stop the power of this thunder sword!"

Even if Elder Lei loses to Ning Fan by only half a point, the Ximen family monks all believe that Elder Lei has a better chance of winning.

Following the change of Elder Lei's fingertips, the eight swords turned into streams of light and emitted a harsh scream. Suddenly, they were all invisible. The next moment, each of them flickered half a foot in front of Ning Fan, and the sword energy penetrated the sword.

He came out, splitting out eight sword thunders, and swept them towards Ning Fan.

The eight swords and thunder are combined into one, and even half a step of refining the void may lead to death.

Seeing the eight swords coming towards him, Ning Fan's eyes turned cold and he took a step forward. The bloody whip in his hand was like a shadow. In an instant, he struck out a hundred whips.

Hundreds of whip shadows fell on the eight thunder-splitting swords. For just a moment, the eight swords seemed to have been struck by thunderbolts, and all of them shattered.
To be continued...