"You ......" Ning Fan's indifferent attitude made Luo Da angry, he pointed at Ning Fan and was about to say something, but his Jindan partner snorted coldly at this time: "Let's go together, let's go together, since he wants to die, we will fulfill him, rush with me!" ”

This guy is happy, he doesn't care about his face at all, it seems that he has done a lot of things like this before, Luo Da looked at it, although there was a trace of dissatisfaction on his face, but he still rushed towards Ning Fan with everyone.

Dozens of people rushed forward, with a unified silver sword in their hands, and the target was still the same person, and that momentum and majesty were not something that ordinary people could bear.

In the midst of the large sparkling silver light, dozens of Sensen cold swords arrived less than a zhang in front of Ning Fan in an instant.

The cold sword light makes people's hearts tremble.

"The ...... of Niutou Mountain" Niu Lei saw this situation, how could he let Ning Fan be alone in front of him, and he was about to call everyone in Niutou Mountain to come forward to support. Even if you really lose, you can't make the other party feel better.

"Slow!" Ning Fan raised his left hand at this time, blocked him, and said, "I'm enough for one person!" ”

As he spoke, not only did he not retreat, but took a step forward and narrowed the distance between him and the other party, and at the same time, as soon as he pinched the sword mark in his hand, he saw that the Qingshuang Sword had appeared in front of him, heading towards the other party.

"But ......" Niu Lei was about to say something, when he heard the sound of a weapon exchange, Ning Fan had already fought with dozens of people on the other side.

"Ding, ding......" kept ringing, and in just an instant, the Qingshuang Sword and the opponent's more than a dozen swords came to attack, knocking these people back one after another. But the remaining thirty directions of the other party still rushed over.

Luo Da and the other Jindan period man had a victorious smile on their faces at this time. Boy, no matter how strong you are, one sword can beat us forty or fifty, right?

In the eyes of their Silver Sword Peak, group beating is the king. No matter how powerful you are, everyone will come out together, and as soon as the sword is slashed, they will ask you if you are convinced!

By this time, they could already imagine the boy kneeling and begging for mercy after the victory.

At this moment, Ning Fan also pinched a sword mark in his left hand, and saw a silver light rise, and Ning Fan's broken sword greeted the two people who were the leader.

"What?" The two of Roda were taken aback, what was the situation? It was obviously a cyan sword just now, how could he still have a sword?

It's not good, Luo Da realized one thing, from beginning to end, the other party didn't seem to be fighting with a sword in his hand, and then thinking about the way the other party came, he finally understood that the other party was fighting with the sword, how could such an opponent be able to defeat him.

It's a pity that when he realized this, it was already too late, and before he could say anything, his eyes flashed, and Ning Fan's broken sword arrived.

Luo Da subconsciously wanted to change his move to block, but unfortunately he was still a beat slower.

With a "snort", the sword in his left shoulder, and in the severe pain, Luo Da couldn't help but let go of the sword in his hand, and the whole person took a step back, but was knocked to the ground by the people of Benfeng who rushed up behind him. And Ning Fan's broken sword, at this time, only one turn, came to the silver sword peak in front of another Jindan stage master, still did not confront it head-on, just a turn to let go of his silver sword, the broken sword went straight to the door of this master.

Before the man could understand the situation, the broken sword came to him, and he was so frightened that he immediately retreated, tilting his head as he retreated.

His reaction was not unpleasant, but his speed was nothing in Ning Fan's eyes, although the broken sword did not hurt him, but it picked up his bun, and this guy suddenly became disheveled, and his eyes were afraid of light.

If Ning Fan didn't want to hurt people's lives, half of this kid's head would have been lost.

At this time, the little brothers who rushed behind didn't react yet, and continued to rush forward, but they collided with this master and were trampled under the feet of the guy who rushed from behind.

At this moment, these people's silver swords had reached two feet in front of Ning Fan and stabbed at him in the shape of a fan.

I saw Ning Fan pinching the sword marks in both hands, and in the flashing of two sword lights, one green and one silver, the sound of "dingding" sounded, and then I saw that the silver swords flew into the air one after another like fish competing for food in a fish pond.

By the time these people finally rushed to a foot away in front of Ning Fan's eyes, they had no weapons in their hands.

And Ning Fan just jumped slightly, and he arrived at a foot opposite them, and two sword lights, one silver and one green, stopped in front of him, pointing directly at everyone.

Quiet, incomparably quiet, only the sound of the breeze blowing on the top of the mountain.

Stunned, whether it was the outer disciples of Yinjian Peak who had lost the Silver Sword, or the people led by Niu Lei in Niutou Mountain, they were all stunned at this time.

What's going on? Niu Lei couldn't help but have such a thought in his mind.

"Who stepped on Lao Tzu just now?" Rhoda's voice sounded, breaking this strange silence, and when he raised his head, he found that his junior brothers had no weapons in their hands, one by one, they were as motionless as if they were made of wood, and when he looked in the direction everyone was looking, he saw Ning Fan's indifferent figure in a gray robe and two swords in front of him.

At this moment, Ning Fan took a step forward, although it was only one step, but it was like stepping on the hearts of everyone in Jiaojian Peak, and he suddenly stepped on them to wake them up, and subconsciously retreated, this retreat was a kind of collective retreat, and the movements were neat and uniform, as if they had been practiced in advance.

"Get out!" Ning Fan spit out a word lightly, and in the ears of these Silver Sword Peak disciples, it was like a thunderclap, and one by one they immediately turned their heads and ran away desperately, only a few of them still remembered to pick up the sword on the ground.

Luo Da and his companions in the Jindan period did not run yet, but they were almost trampled down by those little brothers again, and then they realized that the general trend had gone, and they quickly turned around and ran, and after a while, they surpassed the little brothers, and they deserved to be masters of the Jindan period.

Niu Lei, as well as Niu Da and the others behind him, as well as Niu Fang and the others who fell to the ground, all watched the direction in which the people of Silver Sword Peak disappeared at this time, and their faces were full of incredulity.

Ran away? Just ran away?

It's like a dream.

It wasn't until a few breaths later that Niu Lei reacted and looked at the person who caused all this, but he hadn't seen him for less than twenty days, and this kid had grown to this point?

With such a question, he walked to Ning Fan's side and said, "I really want to thank you Ning Fan this time, if it weren't for you, I would ...... just now."

"You're welcome, Uncle Niu, let's hurry up and treat Niu Fang!" Ning Fan said and walked towards the cow on the ground.

Only then did everyone react and began to walk towards Niu Fang and the other injured Niutoushan disciples, but their eyes that occasionally looked at Ning Fan were full of gratitude and admiration.

Soon, Niu Fang and several people were bandaged, drugged, and carried back to recuperate from their injuries, and everyone was also dismissed by Niu Lei, only Niu Lei welcomed Ning Fan into his cave.

"Ning Fan, this is really thanks to you, otherwise this Niutou Mountain would really not be able to be saved!" Niu Lei said gratefully.

Ning Fan didn't know how many times he heard the other party's words today, so he could only smile helplessly, and at the same time he was also a little worried about the situation of Niutou Mountain, if it continued like this, this Niutou Mountain would have to be occupied sooner or later, this time with him, what about next time?

It's just that Ning Fan can only think about it in his heart, he didn't say it, all he can do is to help occasionally, if he wants to solve it completely, he has to solve it from Huayang Peak itself, which is not within his ability.

Niu Lei welcomed Ning Fan into the cave and sat down, only then did he sober up a little and asked, "Ning Fan, I don't know what you are here for?" ”

Ning Fan didn't hide it, and went straight to the point, saying: "I want to practice the art of sword casting recently, and I want to ask Uncle Niu to help find some fine iron, clay, bellows, furnaces and other things. ”

Although Niu Lei was a little strange why he was suddenly interested in swordsmanship, he didn't ask much, and after listening to what Ning Fan said, he said: "This is easy to do, you wait for me for an hour." ”

This matter is indeed not difficult for him, and he was about to go out to do it immediately, but he heard someone from outside the cave house to report that the disciple who had come to help from the inner gate had arrived.

Niu Lei hurriedly said sorry to Ning Fan and went out, but Ning Fan didn't move, just looked towards the door.

Soon, Ning Fan saw that there were five people, it was Jiang Hu, Meng Yao, and a few of them, and there was only one face.