A black shadow came to Ning Fan quietly.

call out!

Suddenly.

The black shadow took action, but the target was not Ning Fan, but... the lucky dragon!

"Um?!"

Seeing this sudden scene, Ning Fan was shocked and a sword light swept out.

Bang!

With an explosion, the black shadow was repelled, and Ning Fan was also shocked by a huge force.

"Who!"

Ning Fan shouted bitterly.

But in the dark, I was shocked.

You know, now he is the fifth level of the Martial Saint, with amazing five senses, but someone can come to him quietly.

The power generated by the collision between the two also made him feel chilled.

If Black Shadow hadn't taken action against the lucky dragon immediately, he would have been inadequate to cause injury.

At this time.

His eyes burst into delusional light and he was already staring at the black shadow.

Under his divine eyes, an old man with a wrinkled face appeared. He was thin and seemed to be skinny.

The most shocking thing is that the thin body is filled with a powerful aura belonging to the Sixth Heaven of the Martial Saint!

"The Sixth Heaven of Martial Saint!"

Ning Fan was shocked. The old man in front of him was the strongest man he had ever seen except Lin Taixu. No wonder he was able to shake him back in the fight just now.

Ning Fan did not dare to be careless, so he immediately pulled out the sword sword, pointed at the sword, and shouted coldly: "Who are you? Why do you want to attack me!"

"I... the tomb guardian... the trespassed... the Shenling... I'm dead... I'll spare you... the luck... the dragon... to me!"

At this time, the thin old man spoke, his voice hoarse and old, but his speech speed was like a baby babbling.

"The Tombkeeper? Do you want this lucky dragon?"

Ning Fan frowned. At this time, the lucky dragon seemed to be frightened and wrapped around his wrist with a whoosh.

"Give me...or... die!"

Looking at the dragon of luck on Ning Fan's wrist, the turbid eyes of the thin old man who claimed to be a guardian of the tomb suddenly burst out with two terrifying lights, and his whole body was trembling with excitement.

Ning Fan was a little surprised to see the skinny old man cares about the dragon of luck so much, but he naturally could not hand over the dragon of luck, so he immediately integrated into his arms.

Then, he was shocked and shouted coldly: "I want the lucky dragon, I asked the sword in my hand!"

"die!"

The tomb guardian suddenly took action when he yelled!

Swish!

He took a step forward, and his whole body was like a black lightning, directly crossing the space, and instantly approached Ning Fan.

boom!

The thin palms of the claws stretched out, and a terrifying force rushed towards Ning Fan.

"snort!"

Although the other party was the sixth level of the Martial Saint and one level higher than his, Ning Fan was not at all, but instead was in a state of fighting.

laugh!

The sword of the sky in his hand suddenly slashed, and a blazing sword energy ran away from the sky, killing the attacks attacked by the tomb guardians.

Bang!

The palm power and sword energy exploded and both dissipated in the blink of an eye.

Boom boom boom boom!

The hand guards failed, and the tomb guards seemed to be turning into black lightning and running around Ning Fan. For a moment, the palm prints were like storms, bombarding from all directions.

Ning Fan immediately waved his sword, and sword lights burst out, constantly slashing the attacking palm prints.

Bang bang bang!

Above the square, bursts of explosions suddenly sounded, endless energy ripples sweeping across all directions.

The guardians attacked fiercely, and their speed became faster and faster, and their palm prints became denser, which made Ning Fan a little annoyed in the blink of an eye.

"roll!"

Suddenly, Ning Fan raised his eyebrows and endless sword energy exploded in his body.

Boom!

The sword energy swept away the tomb guardian and immediately repelled it.

The tomb guard paused his hand and looked at Ning Fan with a look of shock.

"It's my turn!"

With one move, Ning Fan bullied himself.

laugh!

With one sword, the sword energy was like a flying rainbow, slashing the tomb guardian.

The tomb guard reached out, and a gray palm print directly grabbed the sword energy. The palms and swords touched each other, and a sniff sound came out in the air. Then the sword light exploded, and a muffled sound, his palms splattered blood, and his figure retreated a few steps.

Saw!

Before he could stand firm, Ning Fan waved his sword again, and sword lights slashed out one after another. Each sword was powerful and each sword was like a flying rainbow.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!…

The sword energy slashed, and the figure of the guardian of the tomb was constantly cut back!

One zhang!

Ten feet!

Hundred feet!

Ning Fan's sword was getting stronger and stronger, and his sword energy became sharper. The guardian of the tomb retreated again and again. His turbid eyes were already shocked. Obviously, he did not expect that the person in front of him who only had the fifth level of the Martial Saint would be so strong!

"cut!"

Until the end, when Ning Fan's sword reached the critical point, the Sky-Slaying Sword in his hand slashed from top to bottom and angrily!

Boom!

When the sword was slashed out, the void seemed to be cut open with a sky mark, and a hundred feet long sword light slashed the guardian of the tomb.

ah!

The tomb guard roared and held his palms to the top, trying to block the sword.

Bang!

However.

When the sword light was pressed down, the ground ten feet below the foot of the tomb guardian instantly broke, and the whole person was directly pressed to kneel on the ground.

Bang puff!

Until the end, the tomb guard could not hold on. As the sword light flashed, blood suddenly spilled in his chest, and his whole body flew backwards, and his breath instantly became sluggish.

"snort!"

Although he defeated the tomb guardian, Ning Fan did not come forward to take his life. After all, he was the first to break into the tomb guardian, and it was inevitable that he would be wrong to attack him as the tomb guardian.

Without saying anything, Ning Fan took the sword and wanted to leave.

"Give me... the luck dragon!"

However, at this time, the tomb guardian stood up with his chest covering his chest and was still asking for the lucky dragon.

"You're so fucking wrong!"

Ning Fan was speechless. As a defeated general, I have not taken your life to the death, but you are still thinking about the dragon of luck.

"Give it to me!"

The tomb guardians spoke firmly and followed him toward Ning Fan again.

With one step forward, the wound on his chest healed suddenly.

After taking another step, a powerful aura surged from his body.

Another step, the aura of the tomb guardian not only surged, but also his extremely thin body was changing.
To be continued...