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 Luck Divine Dragon!
"Um?!"
Seeing this sudden scene, Ning Fan was startled, and then a sword light swept out.
boom!
With an explosion, the black shadow was pushed back, and Ning Fan was also knocked back a few steps by a huge force.
"who!"
Ning Fan shouted sharply.
Secretly, he was frightened.
You know, now he is the fifth level of Martial Saint, and his five senses are astonishingly strong, but there are people who can come to him silently.
The force generated by the collision between the two also gave him chills.
If Heiying hadn't attacked the Luck Dragon immediately, he would probably have failed to react and was injured.
At this time.
His eyes were pierced by false light, and he was already staring at the black shadow.
Under his eyes, an old man with a wrinkled face appeared. He was thin and skinny.
The most shocking thing is that in that skinny body there is a powerful aura belonging to the sixth level of the Martial Saint!
"Martial Saint Sixth Level!"
Ning Fan was shocked. The old man in front of him was the strongest person he had ever seen except Lin Taixu. No wonder he was defeated by him in the previous fight.
Ning Fan did not dare to be careless, so he immediately drew out the Heaven-Destroying Sword, pointed the blade of the sword, and shouted coldly: "Who are you, and why do you want to attack me!"
"I... the guardian of the mausoleum... trespassing... the sacred mausoleum... I... will die... I... spare you... give... your luck... the dragon... to me!"
At this time, the skinny old man spoke, his voice was hoarse and old, but his speaking speed was like a baby learning to speak.
"Guardian of the Tomb? Do you want this Luck Dragon?"
Ning Fan frowned. At this moment, the Divine Dragon of Luck seemed to be frightened and wrapped around his wrist with a whooshing sound.
"Give... me... or... die!"
Looking at the luck dragon on Ning Fan's wrist, the turbid eyes of the skinny old man who claimed to be the guardian of the mausoleum suddenly bloomed with two frightening lights, and his whole body was trembling slightly with excitement.
Ning Fan was slightly surprised to see the skinny old man caring so much about the Divine Dragon of Luck, but naturally he could not hand over the Divine Dragon of Luck, so he immediately integrated the Divine Dragon into his arm.
Then, he shook the Sky-Severing Sword and shouted coldly: "If you want the Luck Divine Dragon, ask about the sword in my hand!"
"die!"
The guardian of the tomb drank and suddenly took action!
Uh-huh!
He took one step forward, and like a black lightning bolt, he directly crossed the space and was in front of Ning Fan in an instant.
boom!
When the skinny-clawed palm was explored, a terrifying force blasted towards Ning Fan.
"snort!"
Although the opponent was a sixth-level Martial Saint, one level higher than himself, Ning Fan was not weak at all, and was filled with fighting spirit.
laugh!
The sky-cutting sword in his hand suddenly slashed, and a blazing sword energy flew across the air, hitting the attack from the tomb guard.
Bang!
The palm power and sword energy exploded with a bang, and both dissipated in the blink of an eye.
Boom boom boom!
After a failed palm strike, the tomb guard seemed to be transformed into black lightning and ran around Ning Fan. For a moment, palm prints were like a violent wind and rain, bombarding him from all directions.
Ning Fan immediately swung his sword, and sword rays bloomed, continuously cutting through the incoming palm prints.
Bang bang bang!
On the square, bursts of explosion sounds suddenly sounded, and endless energy rippled, sweeping in all directions.
The tomb guardians attacked fiercely, their speed became faster and faster, and their palm prints became denser and denser. In the blink of an eye, Ning Fan became a little annoyed.
"roll!"
Suddenly, Ning Fan raised his eyebrows, and endless sword energy erupted from his body.
Boom boom!
The sword energy struck the tomb guard and immediately drove him back.
The tomb guard stopped his hand and looked at Ning Fan with obvious surprise in his eyes.
"It's my turn!"
With one move, the people guarding the mausoleum were forced to retreat, and Ning Fan stepped forward.
laugh!
The sword was slashed out, and the sword energy was like a flying rainbow, slashing straight at the tomb guard.
The guard of the tomb reached out his hand, and a gray palm print directly grabbed the sword energy. The palms and swords touched each other, making a chirping sound in the air. Then the sword light exploded with a muffled sound, blood spattered on his palm, and the figure retreated a few steps. step.
Tsk tsk tsk!
Before he could stand still, Ning Fan swung his sword again, slashing out sword lights one after another. Each sword was powerful and heavy, and each sword looked like a flying rainbow.
boom! boom! boom! …
The sword energy slashed and slashed, and the figure of the tomb guard was continuously cut back!
One foot!
Ten feet!
Baizhang!
Ning Fan's sword power became stronger and stronger, and his sword energy became sharper and sharper. The tomb guard retreated again and again, his pair of cloudy eyes were already shocked. Obviously, he did not expect that the person in front of him, who was only in the fifth level of the Martial Saint, would be so strong. !
"cut!"
Until the end, when Ning Fan's sword power reached the critical point, the Heaven-Destroying Sword in his hand was slashed from top to bottom in anger!
Boom!
When the sword was slashed out, a sky mark seemed to be cut into the void, and a sword beam of a hundred feet long slashed straight at the tomb guard.
ah!
The tomb guard roared angrily and put his palms on his head, trying to block the sword.
boom!
However.
When the sword light pressed down, the ground within a radius of ten feet under the tomb guard's feet instantly shattered, and the whole person was directly forced to kneel on the ground.
Bang!
In the end, the tomb guard couldn't hold on any longer. With a flash of sword light, his chest suddenly started to bleed, and he flew backwards, his aura instantly weakened.
"snort!"
Although he defeated the tomb-keeper, Ning Fan did not step forward to kill him. After all, he was the one who broke into the tomb first, and as a tomb-keeper, it was inevitable to attack him.
Without saying anything else, Ning Fan put away his sword and was about to leave.
"Give...me...the Luck Divine Dragon!"
However, at this time, the tomb guard stood up holding his chest, still asking for the luck dragon.
"There's something really wrong with you!"
Ning Fan was speechless. As a defeated general, I have done my best in not taking your life, but you are still thinking about the Dragon of Luck.
"Give it to... me!"
The guardian of the tomb spoke firmly, and then stepped towards Ning Fan again.
Taking one step forward, the wound on his chest suddenly healed.
Taking another step, a powerful aura surged from his body.
With another step, the aura of the tomb keeper was not only rising sharply, but even the extremely thin body was also changing.
"Hey, something's wrong!"
Ning Fan frowned immediately when he saw the mausoleum guardian approaching.
Sure enough, the next moment, as the tomb guard walked towards the tomb, earth-shaking changes gradually occurred.
The withered and thin body disappeared, and was replaced by a humanoid monster with a dragon head, tiger claws on its hands and feet, a turtle shell on its back, a pair of fire wings on its ribs, and purple scales all over its body.
The head of the blue dragon!
Claws of the White Tiger!
Suzaku Wings!
Xuanwu Shell!
Qilin Armor!
"The appearance of the five spirits?"
Ning Fan was surprised.
At this time, the tomb guardian who transformed into a monster roared: "Give me... the Dragon of Luck...!"
boom!
As he shouted, an aura that completely surpassed the sixth level of the Martial Saint came out.
"Martial Saint...Seventh Heaven!!"
Ning Fan was shocked.
Unexpectedly, after the change, the guardian of the tomb would actually reach the realm of the last three days!
