About the fact that I only have one move to clear the customs

Zhu Mei was stunned, because Ning Fan had already appeared behind her.

In the sky, the thunder clouds roared, the thunder light burst out, and the faint blue thunder arcs that rushed in were like dense spider webs, as if tearing the entire sky.

Zhu Mei's body was also torn apart by such a powerful force. She turned her head to look at Ning Fan, opened her mouth wide, wanted to speak, but couldn't. The powerful thunder and lightning had destroyed all vitality in her body.

Zhu Mei was not reconciled, she was already releasing the secret meaning, how could she be instantly killed by the opponent?

Why is he so fast?So fast that she couldn't even react?Why is this little thief one level lower than her, but possesses such powerful mysteries and such fierce sword moves.

This is a monster... Zhu Mei thought silently in her heart, and then her body turned into scorched black flesh, and then, into black fly ash, melting between the heaven and the earth.

Ning Fan put his sword back into its sheath, turned around and flew back to Ye Caiwei, and said with a smile: "Ye Dashen, is there any shortcoming in this move?"

"It's too slow to draw the sword to store power. If you encounter a powerful enemy, it's so slow, they won't give you a chance to draw the sword." Ye Caiwei said.

Ning Fan nodded. In fact, he deliberately slowed down the speed of drawing the sword just now, but Ye Caiwei can definitely see that he did it on purpose. Since she still said so, then even if he draws the sword at full speed now, Ning Fan's move is still slow.

This is indeed a big problem, and I have to practice hard when I go back.

The two continued to fly north. This time they flew for half a day. When the evening approached, they encountered ghosts who came to stop them.

And this time, it's not just one ghost, but a whole bunch of ghosts.

It was as black as dark clouds, covering the entire sky.

Ning Fan frowned, only S-level ghosts can fly. Could it be that all the ghosts in this large area are S-level ghosts?Has the ghost clan become so powerful? S-level ghosts are counted by one piece?

"That is the artifact of the third hall of the ghost clan, the magic carpet, which can transport the power of the ghost clan in the air on a large scale. In many battles with the human race, it has the effect of descending from the sky." Ye Caiwei explained.

Ning Fan breathed a sigh of relief, it's okay, otherwise there would be a lot of S-level ghosts, and it would be hard to pass this level without using the power of the runner.

As the dark clouds of the ghost clan in front got closer and closer, Ning Fan and Ye Caiwei also gradually slowed down and stopped in front of the ghosts.

Roughly counting these ghosts, there are as many as a thousand. Among them, there are five S-level ghosts standing in the front that are suspended in the air, including the one who was seen at the Tanshan Sword Conference at that time. Rock Mountain of Black Hammer.

And there are hundreds of A-level ghosts exuding a powerful force in the dark.

The more than a thousand ghosts in the rear are also at the b-level strength.

This is probably the full strength of the third hall. The third hall can be regarded as the bottom of the ten halls of the ghost race. However, the strength it possesses in front of Ning Fan is already at the front of the human race. The Dawn guild is stronger.

It seems that Ye Caiwei's worry is reasonable. The superficial strength of the ghost race is obviously stronger than that of the human race. If a war breaks out, the human race may not be able to take advantage of it, and may even fall into a disadvantage soon.

Looking at the grotesque black army of ghosts in front of him, Ning Fan didn't understand a little bit. To stop him and Ye Caiwei, five S-level ghosts would be enough. The low-level ghosts were just sent to die. I don't know what Song Diwang, the master of the third hall, thinks, what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd.

"Are you going to go together?" Ning Fan said lightly:

"Then hurry up and don't waste time."

"No, you are wrong, Lord Ning Fan." The leader, Pan Shanweng, said in a low voice:

"We have no malice towards you. This interception is only aimed at Ye Caiwei, the God of Flowers. You are free to leave."

"Hmph!" Ning Fan sneered, "Ye Caiwei is my woman, and if you target her, aren't you targeting me?"

As soon as these words came out, all the ghosts of the ghost clan were in an uproar. What kind of rhythm is this? How did the Flower God become his woman?When did this happen?There is no explanation in the information!

Ye Caiwei rolled his eyes at him, and said via voice transmission:

"Dengtuzi, wait for this god!"

Ning Fan squeezed her soft and boneless hands, and said with a voice transmission:

"I've been here all the time. Whatever you want to do, you can do it now."

Ye Caiwei gritted her teeth, this was the first time Ning Fan saw her deflated expression, and his heart became even more amused.

This incident made Pan Shan completely confused, frowning and saying:

"Lord Ning Fan, this matter has nothing to do with you, please step aside quickly, we don't want to have a conflict with you."

Ning Fan laughed and said:

"I can get out of the way, but whoever dares to touch Ye Caiwei today will have trouble with my Wheel-Turning King!"

As soon as this remark came out, the audience was silent, and all the ghosts looked at each other, their claws numb for a moment, not knowing how to continue this task.

When the king sent them here, he gave thousands of warnings that Ning Fan must not be offended, and Ye Caiwei's head must be brought back, but he did not say that the two of them were together, what should we do now?

Pan Shan was also in a daze. He had seen Ning Fan's power in the Abyss of Cangwu before, and he knew that he, even the king, was no match for this guy. Will be wiped out.

But... what about the task entrusted by the king?

Seeing that the ghosts hesitated, Ning Fan, who was unwilling to use the power of the wheel at this moment, became a little impatient, and he could not let these fools keep getting stuck.

"Have you considered whether you want to touch my woman?" Ning Fan asked loudly.

All the ghosts looked at each other, the few S-level ghosts were looking forward to Pan Shan's leadership, Pan Shan didn't speak, no one dared to make rash remarks, and the remaining thousands of ghosts were just here to make a name for themselves, Ning Fan will On the surface of the ghost race, the name of the strongest runner has been brought out, who dares to fart at this moment?

So Ning Fan, with his own strength and a few words, frightened the army of the ghost tribe to advance and retreat, and he was speechless.

"That big man, what about you." Ning Fan looked at Pan Shan, who was obviously the leader this time, and said loudly:

"I'll give you three seconds. If you don't take this group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals with you, get out of the way, and none of you will even think about leaving."

The corners of Pan Shan's eyes twitched, because Ning Fan's right hand was already on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

It has seen Ning Fan's earth-shattering sword, the sword that screams ghosts and gods, not to mention killing the god of life with one sword, and leaving a valley-like gap in the Cangwu Abyss.

Ning Fan's sword, it can't catch it, what should I do?Panshan was calm on the surface, but his legs were shaking, and his heart was already full of turmoil.

The same is true for the king, you let me be a soy saucer to face the strongest of the ghost race like Zhuanlun, this is not a gift, what is it?

Pan Shan was about to cry, because Ning Fan's countdown was over.

Ning Fan snorted coldly, "If you don't eat a toast, you'll be punished!"

As you speak, you will draw your sword!

"God Ning Fan wait a minute!" A voice came from above the sky.