At the beginning, the Yin-Yang Sect wanted Dragon Bodhisattva, which made a big fuss, and Chen Fan also heard about it.
"I didn't expect that the wanted criminal of the Yin Yang Sect would actually become a disciple of Wuji Tianzun. It's interesting."
Chen Fan took his feet off Fang Tianming's body.
At this time, in addition to Chen Fan, the Qingyun Sword Sect also had a disciple who was in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.
The disciple held the long sword and was ready to take action.
"Step back, disciple of Wuji Tianzun, I want to solve it myself."
Chen Fan waved his hand, and the disciple immediately stepped aside. Then, Chen Fan laughed and said, "It's really an eye-opener for God to send a disciple of Wuji Tianzun in front of me. It's great."
"Boy, how do you want to die?"
Chen Fan walked towards Ye Qiu with murderous intent on his face.
As he walked, he said to Ye Qiu: "Dragon Bodhisattva, considering that you are a disciple of Wuji Tianzun, I will give you a chance to take action. Otherwise, once I take action, you will have no chance at all."
Unexpectedly, Ye Qiu hooked his fingers at Chen Fan and cursed: "Stop talking nonsense, come here and die."
"It's arrogant enough, I like it." Chen Fan smiled instead of getting angry.
The murderous aura in him became even stronger.
Chen Fan's fighting spirit became stronger and stronger, exuding a terrifying aura, and kept approaching Ye Qiu.
"Since you can't wait to die so much, then I will help you."
"Later, I will destroy your spirit and rip off your head."
"I also want to take your head to Qi Tian to see."
When Chen Fan finished speaking, his whole body was like a cannonball, rushing towards Ye Qiu, fast and fierce.
"kill!"
Chen Fan shouted sharply, waved the long sword in his hand, and stabbed Ye Qiu in the throat.
The cold sword light was like a poisonous snake spitting a message, eerie and vicious.
"You should feel honored to die by my sword."
Chen Fan smiled sadly, as if he had already seen that the sword edge would pierce Ye Qiu's throat in the next second.
"Be careful!" Fang Tianming shouted and wanted to stand up to help Ye Qiu, but after struggling a few times, he still couldn't stand up because he was too seriously injured.
"Ding!"
The blade of the sword pierced Ye Qiu's throat, causing sparks to shoot out.
"What?"
Chen Fan's pupils shrank sharply, and the sword edge seemed to be piercing a piece of meteorite, but it did not pierce Ye Qiu's throat.
"How can it be?"
Chen Fan was shocked. Although the sword in his hand was not a holy sword, it was still extremely sharp. Why could it not even hurt a mortal body?
Little did he know that Ye Qiu's physical body was already as powerful as a saint, so how could he, the peak Nascent Soul, be able to pierce it.
At this moment, Ye Qiu sneered: "Have you not eaten? You have so little strength."
Chen Fan was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
Although the sword just now did not explode with full strength, he still used 80% of his strength.
On the other side, Fang Tianming was also dumbfounded, and then there was deep admiration in his eyes.
"As expected of a disciple of Wuji Tianzun, he is truly amazing!"
As for the other disciple of the Qingyun Sword Sect, he felt a little uneasy. Ye Qiu's strength far exceeded his expectations.
Ye Qiu looked at Chen Fan and said, "Give you one more chance to stab me with your strongest sword. As long as you can stab me, I will spare your life."
When Chen Fan heard this, a fierce look flashed in his eyes.
He didn't feel that Ye Qiu was giving him a chance, but that Ye Qiu was laughing at him.
"So confident? Okay, let me show you my swordsmanship."
Chen Fan quickly took a dozen steps back, used all his strength, threw away his sword, and formed a seal with his hands in front of him.
"The Thirteen Swords of Chasing the Wind, unsheath them!"
Clang, Clang, Clang...
In an instant, thirteen giant swords reaching the sky appeared behind him.
Each giant sword is about tens of feet long and extremely wide, like a small mountain peak.
Show your sharpness.
The sword energy is very terrifying.
"So strong!" Fang Tianming looked horrified.
It was only then that he realized that when Chen Fan fought against these people from the Ancient Holy Land, he did not use all his strength.
Master Changmei was also a little frightened, and said to himself: "This boy's combat power is probably stronger than that of Yun Jie, the second holy son of the Yin Yang Sect who died."
The disciple of the Qingyun Sword Sect looked excited when he saw Chen Fan using the Thirteen Wind Chasing Swords.
"This is senior brother's sure-kill move. Dragon Bodhisattva is doomed."
As everyone knows, Ye Qiu's face showed no fluctuation and looked calm.
"Dragon Bodhisattva, you asked for this!"
"I'm not bragging. No one below the realm of the divine can stop my Thirteen Wind-Chasing Swords."
"This set of swordsmanship was passed down to me by the ancestors of the Chen family. Even if I face a strong man in the first level of divine connection, I am still capable of fighting."
"Although your physical body is very hard, your cultivation level is not at the peak of the Cave Heaven. You will soon be stabbed into a hedgehog by my sword energy." Chen Fan had a ferocious smile on his face.
"Really?" Ye Qiu said softly: "In my opinion, your swordsmanship is nothing more than this."
"Hmph, I hope you can still feel this way later." Chen Fan shouted loudly: "Thirteen Swords, Ning Yi."
Clang!
In an instant, thirteen giant swords condensed behind his back, forming a larger and stronger giant sword.
This giant sword is about a hundred feet long.
The sword energy is vertical and horizontal.
"God-Destroying Slash!"
Following Chen Fan's loud shout, the giant sword struck straight towards Ye Qiu like a mountain.
"boom!"
Suddenly, a sharp sword whistle sounded in the air.
At the same time, a bright golden light appeared on Ye Qiu's body. He stood motionless and did not take any protection, allowing the giant sword to strike down.
"when!"
There was a loud noise.
The giant sword hit Ye Qiu's head, causing sparks to fly. The next second, the giant sword shattered, and Chen Fan was shocked to the point of vomiting blood.
Looking at Ye Qiu again, he was unscathed.
"God-Destroying Slash? The name is quite arrogant, but its power is not that great." Ye Qiu looked disdainful.
"This..." Chen Fan was completely dumbfounded.
He was very confident in his swordsmanship. He thought that beheading his opponent would be a sure thing, but now, his opponent received a sword blow and was not injured at all.
Too perverted.
Fang Tianming and the other Qingyun Sword Sect disciple were also dumbfounded, with only one thought in their minds.
Does Dragon Bodhisattva practice Tietou Gong?
"You have used your strongest sword, so you probably don't have any trump cards anymore. Now it's my turn to take action and take the punch."
After Ye Qiu finished speaking, his fist struck Chen Fan with a monstrous momentum.
This punch was as powerful as a stormy sea.
"not good!"
Chen Fan hurriedly retreated, but it was too late.
"Bang!"
Chen Fan's body was shattered by a punch. Just as his soul was about to escape, Ye Qiu raised his hand and pointed with his sword.
"puff!"
Chen Fan's soul was destroyed.
The remaining Qingyun Sword Sect disciple was so frightened when he saw this scene that he hurriedly ran away for his life.
Ye Qiu pointed his sword again.
"call out!"
The sharp sword energy was like a bolt of lightning, piercing the sky and instantly piercing the head of the Qingyun Sword Sect disciple, crucifying the soul.
