Chapter 1470

As the words fall, the figures of Nanfeng, gudaosheng and others appear directly.

Nanfeng's mouth is smiling, but his eyes just lock on Wang Fan.

"South Nanfeng, how did you get here? " Seeing the south wind, Wang Ping said in fear.

Although they are very afraid of the south wind, they are absolutely cautious along the way and are sure that there will not be any fighters following.

"Four, you have the power of my holy rune. It seems that you don't know anything about the power of Rune." Hearing Wang Ping's inquiry, Nanfeng turned around and grinned.

"Four Wastes!" Wang Fan scolded angrily.

"Well said Nanfeng said, "however, I would like to add that people who can use waste are not much better. They are probably waste, even big waste."

"Well! Is that right? " Wang Fan gave a cold hum.

"But it's good for you to follow. I'll look for you everywhere."

The magic power on both hands instantly permeated the whole body, and Wang Fan's momentum directly rolled to the south wind.

"Before you start, can you tell me why you killed me? There is no hatred between you and me." Said Nanfeng.

"Do you need a reason to kill you?" Wang Fan said.

"Well, remember that!" The south wind said coldly.

Boom! The power of Nanfeng's body erupted directly at that moment, and the power of the seven Spirits erupted at the same time. Liuzhang's golden body, Zuyi's decision, Guangzu's Qi, and the power of chaos were all merged into his hands.

Turn into thunder, burst out to shrink into a step, the south wind suddenly appeared in front of Wang Fan.

Wang Fan's momentum had been completely destroyed by the killing intention of the south wind.

One punch.

This fist is not a so-called move, but a fist of pure Qi and body.

Feeling the strong style of Nanfeng's fist, Wang Fan's pupil suddenly shrank, because he felt the infinite threat instantly. Wang Fan believed in his intuition, so in that moment, all his strength burst out.

The magic power of that day poured down on his right fist like a tide.

"Heaven magic Boxing - three magic boxing!"

Drink in a low voice and blow out the same punch.

under the power of the white magic, one fist has three fist, and there are numerous white bubbles on each fist.

in every bubble, the magic power of heaven is probably a world power.

Boom!

The next moment, their fists collided.

The strong momentum of the two sides seems to indicate that this is a close and fierce battle.

But then they were dumbfounded.

Nanfeng's fist, destroying Gula, directly defeated the three magic fists and hit Wang Fan's chest. In a flash, the sound of broken bones sounded, the red light of blood floated out, and Wang Fan himself fell back.

However, Wang Fan soon stabilized his figure and quickly recovered his bones.

As a superior emperor, it is still possible to recover a few broken bones in an instant.

But at this moment, Wang Fan's shadow is infinite.

Because at this moment, he personally realized the strength of Nanfeng.

"With this power, I want to try my golden spirit eyes, and I don't want to pee to see my virtue." With a cold south wind, the thunder blooms and develops into a thunder channel in space, hitting the past once again.

"The way of heaven, the magic of heaven, the white magic spirit body!"

Seeing Nanfeng's another blow like that, Wang Fan couldn't do anything else. He had to concentrate all his mind and burst out all his strength to resist the attack of Nanfeng.

Because he couldn't resist, he felt like he was going to die.

"Magic power - a hundred white illusory spaces!"

hands printed, Wang Fan broke out of the magic moves, one white bubble instantly from the palm, the number of hundreds of thousands.

can clearly feel that every bubble is truly a magic power of the world.

Boom! When these white bubbles came to the south wind's thunder passage, they instantly became a fantasy space, which combined together to the south wind.

At that moment, the south wind was submerged by the endless dreamland space.

They all think that when Nanfeng will be charged for a period of time, there will be a huge crack in the illusory space.

Under the crack, a thunder channel blasted. On the thunder channel, there was a strong magic power, which belonged to the south wind.

"As a Nine Tailed Tianhu, the power of heaven magic has been cultivated to this point by you. It's time for you to commit suicide." The south wind gave a cold sound, and a blow hit Wang Fan's chest again.

Once again, Wang Fan fell out.

Naturally, he suffered more trauma this time than last time.

At this moment, Wang Fan completely understood that he was not the opponent of Nanfeng. Nanfeng's power had really reached the peak, and he was just close to the peak.

Bang!

However, before he fell down, Nanfeng appeared in front of him again, and another blow hit his chest. Under this blow, Wang Fan's chest collapsed directly.Nanfeng also disdained, "now, are you still qualified to show your pride in front of me?"

Bang! The fourth is down.

When the fourth blow of the south wind fell, Wang Fan was really hit hard.

The blood splashing around the chest directly drowned the two figures.

And every punch falls, Nanfeng has a sentence, "just you, you want to try my golden spirit eyes, are you qualified?"

At this moment, what Nanfeng wants to do is to abuse Wang Fan, not only in strength, but also in heart.

Nanfeng is very angry. Who does he provoke? It's just because of his relationship with Wang Xiyue that Wang Yi is going to kill him. In this case, try, who is more ruthless.

Too many experiences tell Nanfeng that kindness and forbearance are useless and useful in such a thing, just strength and killing.

The sound of the south wind and the sound of the fury was very loud.

But at this moment, the natural dreamland space is as silent as death.

The silence came from the bone saber saint and Wang Ping.

They were awed by the strong strength of Nanfeng and the violent attack.

At this moment, it seems that the bone knife saint is not familiar with the south wind.

"It seems that this guy is really angry this time." Bone knife Sheng Chuan Yin said.

"Whoever is chased and bullied will also be angry." Mu Yujie said, "his anger this time is that he has accumulated all the previous anger from pursuing and killing."

"I can only blame Wang Fan for his bad luck."

Wang Ping's four people are afraid.

At this moment, they feel very lucky. Nanfeng has such strength. Killing them is like killing four mole ants.

When you and the opponent's strength is very different, more, is only fear.

Under the invisible fear, the four people looked at each other and swore that they would never provoke the south wind again. Who would like to provoke.

Moreover, if they die, the Tianhu clan will not avenge them, or even mention it.