"Broken Valley, the Chinese monks are trapped?" Wang Fan heard this, his eyes flashed, and he thought in his heart.
He still knew about Broken Valley. It was a place of ruins where sword energy lingered all year round and was extremely terrifying.
Some sword cultivators or body refining cultivators like to go there to temper their bodies or comprehend the meaning of the sword.
However, because it is too dangerous there, under normal circumstances, few people go there.
If you are not careful, you will be killed.
Wang Fan has heard of this place, but has never been there because he has no time.
The last time he came to Tianling Plain, all he did was kill people or be chased. How could he have time to go to a place like Broken Valley?
What's more, he felt that his sword spirit didn't need to be tempered, and his physical body didn't need to be tempered there, so he never went there.
However, now, the Chinese monks have been forced into the Broken Valley, which is enough to prove its seriousness.
Wang Fan originally didn't intend to meddle in these nosy matters, but he thought that the Lord of the Desolate Territory seemed pretty good. A monk from the Territory Lord's Mansion had reminded him about the last time hundreds of geniuses in the God's Domain chased him, so he planned to go and have a look.
.
As for Zi Huiran and others in front, Wang Fan wanted to kill them, but it was too difficult.
He has been chasing for so long but has no chance, so he might as well go to the Broken Valley to take a look first.
Maybe you can kill a group of people there and get some resources.
At that time, it will be much easier to break through to the Holy Emperor and then kill Zi Huiran and his party.
With this thought in his mind, Wang Fan quickly made a decision.
He no longer continued to follow Zi Huiran and his party from a distance, but rose into the air and said:
"You are right. I have also heard about the Broken Valley, so I plan to go over and have a look. Since we have met, let's go together. There is strength in numbers."
"Fellow Taoist is such a sweetheart. Come on, let's kill those foreign barbarians together." The monk who spoke up looked very happy when he heard Wang Fan's words.
Although he
It is impossible to see through Wang Fan's strength, but the blood on Wang Fan's head can still be seen clearly.
To be able to have such a rich blood color and live so moistly, he knew without asking that Wang Fan was definitely not a weakling.
It is impossible for a weak person to survive so well after killing so many people.
In a place like Tianling Plain, there are many crazy people.
Some strong men come here just to kill.
Those people didn't even bother to bully the weak, they just stared at the strong and killed those monks with strong blood.
Only in this way will they become stronger.
Wang Fan chuckled, casually chatting with the monk, and hurried on his way.
Tianling Plain is very big. With their speed, they had to fly for a whole day before they saw the so-called broken valley.
Wang Fan took a look and found that the canyon in front of him seemed to be cut in half by a sword, with a shocking sword light in the middle.
Not only that, from a long distance away, he could feel the terrifying murderous intent and the rich blood energy.
Obviously, the murderous intention was brought by the strong man who left this sword behind, and the blood energy indicates that many people died here.
Wang Fan looked at the scene in front of him and was shocked.
He was sure that the person who wielded such a terrifying sword must be an extremely powerful being.
Argus, the lord of the foreign land, is already strong enough, the woman in white is strong enough, Duke Qin, the lord of the wilderness, and even Zhao Xueshan, Qin Shuang and others are also strong enough.
But Wang Fan felt that these people were nothing in front of the being who left this sword behind.
This sword is enough to kill any of them, or even all of them.
"Such a strong sword intention, what kind of strong man does this leave behind? After so many years, the sword intention is still so strong, so how strong must the sword intention be when he just left this sword behind?"
Wang Fan murmured to himself, and he suddenly regretted that he had not come here earlier and felt the sword's intention earlier.
He had a feeling that if he understood it well, his understanding of the way of the sword would definitely be a little deeper.
On the contrary, it is body tempering, which does not help me much.
Because his body training is already very strong, far beyond his cultivation level, so it doesn’t help much. ??
The group slowed down and began to approach the broken valley.
Everyone became vigilant, swept out their mental energy, and carefully felt their surroundings.
This is not just a small canyon, but an extremely huge canyon. I don't know how big it is.
Not only are there arrogant and fierce foreign monks inside, but also countless Chinese monks are trapped inside. Coupled with the influence of the terrifying sword intent, if you are not careful, you may be killed.
No one wants to take their own lives as a joke, so they all appear to be very vigilant.
Wang Fan was also exploring the four directions, and at the same time, he was constantly attracting those sword intentions into his body. While tempering his body with the help of sword intentions, he was also comprehending those sword intentions.
On the other hand, the others seemed a little heavy.
They had just stepped into the Sword Valley, and with a scoff, a monk's body was already torn apart.
Fortunately, the other party was also at the peak of the Saint Emperor, and had a shield and armor to protect his body, so he would not be seriously injured.
But despite this, it still made everyone feel even heavier.
"Everyone, please be careful. This place is dangerous and the power of the sword is too terrifying. If the foreign monks hide and attack us, we will be in great trouble."
"Everyone should use magic weapons to resist these sword intentions, otherwise we may not even be able to enter the Broken Valley."<
br>
Zhuoran said.
He was the monk who took the initiative to talk to Wang Fan and asked Wang Fan before.
These people are vaguely headed by him, and it is obvious that he is the strongest.
The group of people nodded and all held up their protective shields and magic weapons.
Minor injuries are injuries. Once there are too many minor injuries, combat effectiveness will be greatly affected.
Zhuoran glanced at Wang Fan again and found that not only did Wang Fan not sacrifice any magic weapon, he didn't even support his body-protecting aura. He seemed a little surprised and couldn't help but ask: "Is this fellow Taoist a body-refining monk?"
He was really shocked. These days, there are still not many body-refining monks.
It's too difficult, and in many cases, the body is tempered by self-mutilation. Not many people are willing to take this path.
Wang Fan smiled and nodded: "That's right."
As he said that, he suddenly rushed forward, swept the long stick in his hand, and hit a rock wall with a bang.
Poof!
As a stream of blood bloomed, everyone turned to look, and immediately saw that an exotic monk was directly bombarded into a pulp.
That guy was actually hiding in front of them before, and they didn't even notice it at all.
Seeing this scene, everyone was a little frightened.
Then the look in Wang Fan's eyes became completely different.
If Wang Fan didn't take action, if no one noticed that person, it would still be very troublesome if the other party made a sneak attack.
If one of them fails, some of them may die.
"Thank you so much, fellow Taoist. Fellow Taoist is indeed a strong man. His acumen and cultivation are unparalleled by me."
Zhuo Ran said with a sigh, and he admired Wang Fan even more in his heart.
"Let's go, everyone be careful." Wang Fan smiled and continued to move forward.
This chapter has been completed!