The mountain of Niutoushan is as steep as an ox's horns.
There are not just two horns, but countless horns, reaching into the sky, almost breaking the stars in the night.
A figure was flying across the steep mountains, as fierce as an eagle and as nimble as a harrier.
Several bird-catching monks with evil intentions noticed the existence of the figure and wanted to make a big profit, so they gathered towards the figure.
And go.
These days, they have robbed many monks who came to catch the Chongming Bird, and the harvest has been quite good.
But what they didn't expect was that the figure suddenly stopped and stood there calmly, looking at them.
When the encirclement closed, they found that the man's face was filled with a layer of black energy, and his facial features could not be seen clearly.
Then things suddenly went out of their control.
The man just raised his foot and stepped on the ground, and a wave of restriction spread out.
The ripples of force spread out, and their movements involuntarily became stiff.
The figure passed between them in an instant, and then disappeared again.
After they resumed their operations, they suddenly discovered that all their belongings were missing.
Even the sidearms are gone One of them was a strong man in the first level of immortality, and he was also robbed.
The name "Black-faced Ghost Thief" was spread among these people that night.
Meng Fan smoothly robbed a group of unscrupulous people and continued to fly out of the mountain.
After a moment, he suddenly stopped.
Several figures in black robes appeared in front of him.
After seeing him, they came closer excitedly, carrying a Carrying several heavy sacks were none other than Yue Laoqi and other paper soldiers. dong dong dong Yue Laoqi and other paper soldiers respectfully placed the sack in front of Meng Fan and gestured excitedly with their hands.
"Okay, I got it, thank you for your hard work."
The smile on Meng Fan's face brightened.
It turned out that after Yue Laoqi and others ransacked the Lucky Gambling House in Huaigu City, they ran all the way to Niutoushan with the loot.
However, because they were carrying large sacks filled with soul essence pills and filled with thick soul breath, they This aroused the ideas of other monks, and several battles took place.
Fortunately, they won, and they also robbed those monks' belongings, resulting in more and more property being looted.
"You guys performed well" Meng Fan opened the heavy sacks with a smile, and the smile on his face became even stronger.
There were a large number of soul crystal pills, a lot of soul coins, as well as many other types of pills, talismans, and weapons of various qualities.
Meng Fan waved his hand happily and took everything into the universe space. laugh It was at this moment that a sword light suddenly struck from the darkness in the distance.
Meng Fanmeng's Taoism had a warning sign first.
He turned slightly to the side, and the sword light almost slid past his face, causing his face to hurt.
With a bang, the sword light hit a big sloth behind him.
The waist was cut off, the leaves fell in confusion, the tree fell with a roar, and a large number of birds flapped their wings in panic and fled into the night sky.
Yue Laoqi and other paper soldiers immediately stood in front of Meng Fan with sharp blades in hand. bang bang bang Applause sounded from the direction where the sword light struck.
Two figures came out.
Meng Fan looked over and saw a look of surprise on his face hidden by the black air.
One of the two people turned out to be the young master Yuwen Baojian whom he met in Huaigu City.
The other person has never been seen before.
He is a strong person in the late stage of the third level of immortality.
The fatal sword light just now was struck by him "You kid, are you still vigilant?"
Yuwen Baojian smiled while stroking his palms.
He looked at Meng Fan, whose face was covered with black aura, and teased, "What's wrong?
I know that I have offended someone and committed a major crime, so I don't dare to show my true face to others."
Yuwen Baojian could not see through the black aura on Meng Fan's face and recognize Meng Fan.
He only confirmed Meng Fan's identity through Yue Laoqi and other paper soldiers wearing black robes.
When he was in the weapons shop, he watched Yue Laoqi and other paper soldiers kill several of his followers, and he had a very deep memory.
He didn't know that Meng Fan was here, but after he and his uncle entered the mountain, they accidentally saw the traces of Yue Laoqi and other paper soldiers, and followed them.
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"Yuwen Baojian, you are very clever."
Now that he was recognized, Meng Fan let go of the dark energy on his face and smiled, "Why, I've found a helper."
"Our Yuwen family is short of strong people.
Where can we find help?"
Yuwen Baojian proudly raised his chin to the man beside him, "This is my uncle, a strong person in the late third level of the Immortality Realm.
If you are sensible, please be honest and take us there."
Looking for your accomplice.
Oh, by the way, where did you hide those things that hit you on the back of your hand just now?"
Meng Fan obviously didn't know what was going on, so he reached behind his back and took out the Taichu Sword Box.
At the same time, Yuwen Linhai, who was standing next to Yuwen Baojian, stepped on the ground and slashed Meng Fan with his sword.
A cry Meng Fan completely pulled the Biluo Sword out of the sword case, and a sharp sword light roared out, slashing at Yuwen Linhai.
The surrounding environment was illuminated by the sword light brighter than daylight, and it also illuminated Yuwen Linhai's surprised face.
Yuwen Linhai's pupils shrank.
He was a little underestimating the enemy.
In an instant, he exploded Chang San's cultivation to the extreme.
He swung his sword to shake the Biluo sword light.
With a bang, the sword light collapsed, and a wave of air rolled out in all directions.
The leaves that had just fallen were Affected by the airflow, they seemed to turn into sharp knives, hitting the surrounding woods with the airflow, and some actually pierced the tree trunks.
The long sword in Yuwen Linhai's hand kept buzzing, and there was a dull pain in the tiger's mouth.
Meng Fan worked hard, put it back into Biluo, and took out Yuxue again.
A snow-white arc-shaped sword light bloomed in an instant.
The cold air spread rapidly in a fan shape, and the ground was instantly covered with a layer of white frost.
Yuwen Linhai took a deep breath, shook his arms, and then struck the Yuxue sword with sword light. boom The sword light of the Yuxue sword collapsed, and white light spots fell all around, as if it was snowing.
Yuwen Linhai's hand holding the sword, as well as the long sword of good quality, were both frozen with a layer of crystal clear ice.
Meng Fan curled his lips and put Yu Xue back.
His palm suddenly vibrated more than 30 times.
He shook his body, his posture was sharp and elegant, and he waved his palm towards Yu Wen Linhai.
He really wanted to try whether he could shake the late stage of the third level of immortality.
After the last battle with the sect elders, he absorbed luck from the Nanwu sect, activated the purple cloud in his Dantian, ate two Qianyuan cranes, obtained several small blessings in the dungeon, and recently quietly ate the Soul Essence Pill to cultivate. far from being comparable to the past
Besides, he has been very depressed recently.
It's really boring to pretend to be a cultivator of the Earth Mystery.
When "Chang Xiao'er" saw Meng Fan actually fighting with his bare hands, Yu Wen Linhai angrily scolded, "You are so arrogant that you are seeking death."
Yuwen Linhai, who had been completely shaken off by Meng Fan's two swords from underestimating the enemy, felt depressed inside.
He had no interest in fighting Meng Fan with his bare hands.
He clenched the hilt of the sword frozen by the ice with both hands and slashed at Meng Fan: "Secret."
Mysterious swordsmanship, sword killing from all directions" From all directions, the sound of swords suddenly sounded Countless wisps of sword energy made a hissing sound, cutting deep sword marks on the ground beside Meng Fan.
And Meng Fan is like a kite traveling among countless sword energies, and his situation is in a precarious situation: