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Chen Fan rushed to the Kunlun Sword Sect alone without alerting anyone.
Everything that happened in Beijie Mansion has not been leaked yet, but after being attacked by Li Wanji once, everyone in the Kunlun Sword Sect already knew about the relationship between Li Wanji and Chen Fan.
When the Grand Pavilion Master was stabbed to death by Hou Zhong's sword, Chen Fan also knew that the Senior Pavilion Master's senior sister was heartbroken because of the Grand Pavilion Master's death.
In fact, if it weren't for the senior sister's words to stop him, Hou Zhong reluctantly agreed to throw himself into the first hell.
However, this time he wanted to avenge the Grand Pavilion Master, and Chen Fan had no intention of alarming the Grand Pavilion Master's senior sister from the beginning.
So when Chen Fan arrived at the Kunlun Sword Sect's mountain gate, his mind directly locked onto the location of Hou Zhong, who was in retreat deep inside the sect.
At this time, the Kunlun Sword Sect no longer had any threat to Chen Fan. Chen Fan stepped in and came directly outside the secret room where Hou Zhong was retreating.
What surprised Chen Fan was that outside the secret room where Hou Zhong was in seclusion, there was no trace of any other sect disciples within a radius of dozens of miles. This situation was indeed a bit unbelievable.
However, Chen Fan would not care about these situations.
Chen Fan slowly stretched out his arm and pressed his palm on the stone door of the secret room.
The power of Taishangzhang circulates in the body.
A faint golden halo was released from Chen Fan's palm.
But in the position of Chen Fan's palm, a dark and silent black cyclone began to appear, and it quickly shot into the stone door of the secret room.
Flutter!
The stone door under Chen Fan's palm instantly turned into balls of stone dust, and a human-sized stone hole was opened directly on the stone door.
The moment the stone cave opened, a majestic demonic energy surged out from the stone chamber.
Chen Fan stretched out his hand and Po Jun came out in response.
Two soul clones appeared next to him instantly, a space clone and a demon clone. The two clones, one on the left and one on the right, controlled all the overflowing demonic energy.
Chen Fan followed Po Jun's broken sword light and came into the stone chamber in a few steps.
Hou Zhong, who was sitting cross-legged in the stone room, realized something was wrong with the atmosphere around him and opened his eyes suddenly. When he saw Chen Fan appearing in front of him, his face was full of disbelief.
"Chen Fan, why are you here?"
Chen Fan's face also revealed a deep sense of disbelief.
I thought that so many sects on the Baize Continent would choose to switch to demonic cultivation, but I didn't expect that Hou Zhong, the leader of the Kunlun Sword Sect, would actually start practicing demonic arts.
But after thinking about it carefully, Chen Fan suddenly understood Hou Zhong's situation at this time.
Last time, due to the black and white chaos outside the territory, the entire Northern Tribulation Star was ravaged. Except for the Jinghai Sect and many casual cultivators, none of the major sects on the Northern Tribulation Star sent anyone to support them. You can imagine what these sects were thinking.
The biggest reason is simply that their true strength is not enough.
When faced with the impermanence of black and white in the realm of real people, the strength of the three-flower gathering realm used to basically lead to death.
Coupled with the huge psychological stimulation brought to Hou Zhong by the Grand Pavilion Master, Hou Zhong did everything possible to improve his strength, even choosing to practice magic skills.
Knowing this in his heart, Chen Fan smiled slightly.
"Of course I will come. After all, the hatred owed by Sect Master Hou to the Grand Pavilion Master and me must be avenged!"
Speaking of this, Chen Fan couldn't help but have a bit of regret and contempt in his eyes.
"It's just that I never expected that the leader of the Kunlun Sword Sect, the largest sect in the Beijie Continent, would actually hide and practice magic skills secretly. It's really surprising!"
Hou Zhong also stood up slowly, staring at Chen Fan closely.
"I don't care how you got in, but now that you're here, don't think about escaping again!"
"Last time I let your boy escape from the First Hell, I felt very sorry. This time I took the initiative to send him to my door. What's more, you also know the details of me, and I can't allow you to leave alive.
Just enough energy to give me the energy to attack the realm of real people, so you deserve to die!"
As Hou Zhong spoke, the expression on his face began to become more ferocious.
Chen Fan smiled slightly and said, "I should say this. Since you no longer want to be a human being, then I have nothing to worry about. But if you want to kill me, you think too much."
Chen Fan waved his hand and all seven soul clones were released.
Chen Fan does not need his clones to assist him, but these clones can help him control the surrounding aura to prevent the aura of the confrontation here from leaking out and causing more unnecessary trouble.
"Since you killed the Grand Pavilion Master with a flying sword, let me also have a taste of what it feels like to have a flying sword pierce the heart!"
After Chen Fan finished speaking, he raised his hand again and stabbed Hou Zhong opposite him as if he was flying.
Hou Zhong had a sneer on his face. The Kunlun Sword Sect's most precious treasure, the Zhuxian Sword, had hovered in front of Hou Zhong at some unknown time.
The White Tiger Weapon Spirit that controlled Po Jun suddenly became excited after seeing the aura of the Zhuxian Sword.
Po Jun broke through the air in an instant, and the dazzling sword light cracked, and the golden light turned into thin and sharp sword light, shrouding the Hou Zhong on the opposite side.
Jab Lala!
There was a constant sound of sword light cutting through the body.
Before Hou Zhong's Immortal Killing Sword could get close to Chen Fan, the White Tiger Weapon Spirit opened its mouth and swallowed it in one gulp.
"Chen Fan, if I integrate Po Jun into this Immortal Killing Sword, you won't have any objections, right?"
Chen Fan smiled and said, "It doesn't matter how you arrange it, after all, you are Po Jun's weapon spirit!"
Bai Hu snorted angrily, "Forget it, Po Jun was forged by me myself after all. Although this Immortal Killing Sword looks good, the quality is far worse than Po Jun!"
Chen Fan ignored Bai Hu's nagging and fixed his gaze on Hou Zhong opposite.
At this time, Hou Zhong could never imagine that he was no longer Chen Fan's enemy.
Poof!
Pffffffffffff!
The sword light pierced Hou Zhong's body again and again.
Hou Zhong, who was covered in blood, had completely lost his confidence to continue fighting.
However, there was still an expression of disbelief on his face, "Chen Fan, how can you be so strong?"
Chen Fan smiled and said, "Because I am righteous. I will never be like you. In order to achieve my goal, I will not even hesitate to seek refuge with the real demons from outside the territory and become the minions of the demons!"
"I'm not willing to give in!"
Seeing Chen Fan still looking so indifferent, Hou Zhong's spirit suddenly collapsed.
Howling loudly, "Chen Fan, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be seeing the senior brother again, and I wouldn't be hurting the senior brother's life, and I wouldn't be hostile to the elders of the sect because of this. I want to become
Just be stronger!"
"I'm not wrong! It's you who are wrong!"
"If you hadn't forced me, how could I be willing to practice that kind of magic skill that I hate so much!"