Chapter 1700

"Dare to make a scene in my Nie's castle, you can't get away!"

"Stop him!"

Those guards who were not affected by the previous war energy roared wildly after seeing Wang Fan rushing to the gate.

One by one, they rushed towards Wang Fan as if they didn't want to die.

Even if they know that they are not Wang Fan's opponent, even if they know that they will die without doubt, they do not have the slightest hesitation, let alone the slightest frown.

"Go away!" Wang Fan's eyebrows are wrinkled! He roared, and the black iron bar came out directly, aiming at the person who was standing in front of him!

Bang!

A dull sound came out, and the nine layer guard of Tianjing had no time to escape, so he had already been hit by a stick.

The blood gushed out from his head, and he fell down powerlessly and became a pool of mud.

A guard came from the side. Wang Fan didn't lift his eyes and swept out his right leg!

With another bang, the man's skeleton was directly crushed and kicked out. A large area of bone was broken, and a big mouthful of blood gushed out.

"Those who stand in my way will die!" Wang Fan completely insane, looking at the dozens of guards in front of him, he gritted his teeth, and madly displayed the heaven splitting stick.

The fury of the breath was blowing, and the heaven splitting stick swept over the more than ten guards crazily. Just listening to a series of sounds, they were swept out and completely lost their combat effectiveness.

Wang Fan cleared the front barrier, did not dare to hesitate, frantically rushed to the castle gate.

One hundred meters ···

eighty meters ···

thirty meters ···

seeing the gate of the ancient castle in front of you, Wang Fan's body suddenly stopped at this moment.

He kept the forward posture, but his figure could not move forward any more!

Wang Fan felt a strong force crazy bound his whole body, even if even a move, can't do.

This kind of pressure made him despair even more than when he faced Nie Qiu in beizhou city that day.

Bean big sweat from the forehead down, his face instantly pale up.

Hard to look back, I saw that the center of the Castle above, more than a body wrapped in a black robe, black hair dancing strange old man.

At this time, the old man's body was suspended in the air. One hand held the mountain climbing seal of Wang Fan, and the other pointed to Wang Fan. On his old face, there was a strange smile.

Looking at the surviving guards, they all prostrate on the ground, kneeling at the old man in black robes. Even Nie long kept a half kneeling posture, and his eyes were full of piety.

Looking at this scene, Wang Fan's face changed, and suddenly thought of a person in his mind: the ancestor of the Nie family!