These people's livers and gallbladders were torn apart. Chen Fan's eyes were full of evil, almost dripping out of them. At that moment, he strode forward and headed straight for him. With one sword, he chopped up the ground and headed straight for He Changsong.
He Changsong's eyes were ugly. At that moment, he strode straight towards Chen Fan.
"Boy, don't be too crazy!!"
In his eyes, which almost spurted blood, he said ferociously, word by word.
As a master of overcoming disasters, he is naturally different! At that moment, he roared, and a strange burst of energy and blood emerged from this body, as if the blood in this body was forced out alive.
.
This blood lingered around his body, making his whole person look terrifying and ferocious.
In the palm of my hand, the dark wind stirred.
"Come!"
He Changsong roared, and this palm came straight towards Chen Fan. Chen Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, and from this palm, he felt a suffocating smell, a trace of innate vitality!
This innate innocence is definitely different.
In Chen Fan's eyes, there was just a slight jump in the look, and then the expression turned very indifferent. Any master who could survive a disaster would have innate true energy in his body. Chen Fan knew this well.
But, so what?
Chen Fan had a sarcastic look on his face, even an innate master was just an ant in Chen Fan's eyes.
This sword went straight to the heart of He Changsong.
He Changsong shouted loudly, his feet sank, and he abandoned the sword. His palms went straight towards Chen Fan's sword. Chen Fan's eyes narrowed slightly. He did not dodge, but chose to confront it head-on.
At that moment, the sword had already gone out.
"Bang" Xiantian Qi, duel with the power of this Taishangzhang!
An indescribable force burst out from this innate energy. Chen Fan's face changed slightly. At that moment, the whole person flew backwards. The sword light shot out from this broken army was the first time.
It's shattered!
This is so powerful, not simple!
As soon as the person landed on the ground, Chen Fan gasped slightly, with a look of surprise on his face. Chen Fan finally figured out his own strength. He was only at the peak of the Sixth Level of Spiritual Refining. The gods had not yet arrived. He could already fight against this innate true energy.
This is the realm of heaven and man, is this still possible?
Chen Fan's breathing was hot and his eyes could not help but become heavy.
"What?" But at the same time, He Changsong, who had fought with Chen Fan, looked extremely ugly. This innate energy was already his biggest trump card, but under this attack, he could only fight with this
Chen Fan wins!
He cannot accept this no matter what!!
Why is this "Mo Fan" who appears out of nowhere so strong!
There was a hint of ferocity in He Changsong's eyes. He already wanted to kill this Mo Fan, but Chen Fan strode forward and already understood He Changsong's thoughts, "It's my turn..."
Having already tried it out, there is no point in keeping He Changsong.
With a whoosh, Chen Fan walked straight towards He Changsong.
These people were all horrified. Chen Fan became even more terrifying. There was no way they could stop them. With each sword strike, these Cangxuan sect members fell down like wheat.
The master of the Eighth Realm was also killed by Chen Fan with a sword in the melee!
Right now, there is only one master of the Eighth Level of Spirit Refining left, and the battle is very disparate.
Fighting with ants, Chen Fan really had no patience anymore.
With a swipe, this person had already circled behind He Changsong. He Changsong was horrified and turned around to block him. Chen Fan had already slashed at He Changsong's head with his sword. At this moment, a cold blast came from behind Chen Fan.
The energy emerged.
"Huh?" Chen Fan's body quickly swayed on the spot.
It turned out that this was actually a ghost, and it pounced on Chen Fan.
But Chen Fan reacted faster. After a closer look, Chen Fan had already seen clearly the true appearance of this ghost. His whole body was blue and black, his pupils were non-existent, and his body was covered with some scales. This aura was far away from that of Mr. Huang.
A ghost baby, ten times more!
And this ghost baby no longer looks like a baby, but a half-year-old three-year-old child.
But at this moment, the child opened his mouth wide, a mouth that looked completely non-human, enough to swallow Chen Fan's entire head! Chen Fan's eyes were filled with anger, he turned around and kicked the ghost baby's head angrily.
Up, the ghost baby suddenly flew out.
Of course, being so disturbed by this ghost baby, Chen Fan's sword naturally had flaws.
With one strike, the sure-kill sword tilted seven inches. With just one strike, blood splattered all over He Changsong's neck, and his skin and flesh were torn apart. He Changsong covered his neck and screamed miserably.
Rolling and already hiding to the side.
"What a pity." Chen Fan glanced at it and naturally knew that this He Changsong was not dead. It was not fatal. He was worthy of being a near-innate master. An ordinary person would have died without a doubt.
Turning his head, Chen Fan looked aside coldly.
On the other side, Zheng Qing stood up slowly from the ground, his face looked a little gloomy, and in his hand, there was a small furnace, the "Infant Furnace"! This green-black ghost was precisely made by Zheng Qing
"Ghost baby"!
And his ghost baby is obviously much stronger than Mr. Huang. It has grown to the age of three. Its combat power is no less than that of a living Ninth Level Spirit Refiner! And it is even more difficult to deal with!
Because this ghost baby cannot be killed! The person who controls him is this Zheng Qing!
This is Zheng Qing's confidence.
This Zheng Qing, as a burial man, came down from this world of heaven and man, so he naturally has his own self, and his self is this ghost baby. It would be easy for him and this ghost baby to kill He Changsong!
With three against one, this situation was obviously quite unfavorable to Chen Fan. Moreover, this ghost baby was very difficult to deal with. One of them could not deal with three Ninth Realm masters.
Just now, Chen Fan's foot seemed a little numb when he kicked it up, as if he had kicked it on an iron plate.
The ghost child landed on the ground with crazy eyes, but did not step forward for the time being. He was obviously controlled by Zheng Qing. It can be seen that he was quite difficult to deal with. This burial man was still more difficult. He looked at Chen Fan and Zheng Qing sneered, "These
You trash, I didn’t expect that in the end, you would ask me to take action.”
"Originally, I didn't want to expose this." Zheng Qing said coldly.
"Boy...!" On the other side, this He Changsong was twitching with a ferocious face. He had climbed up from the ground, and the blood on his neck had stopped. This can be said to be a miracle, because the blood on his neck had stopped.
The skin and flesh were opened, and it was almost impossible to look directly at it.
He survived such serious injuries.
"I will definitely chop off your head with the next sword." Chen Fan said coldly, forcefully forcing He Changsong back with the rest of his words. With a glance, he saw a master of the Two Ninth Realm and a ghost baby. The situation was indeed real.
Quite disadvantageous.
With Chen Fan's level in the Sixth Realm, he was unable to cope with this situation by defeating an army.
"You are the most talented person I have ever met."
Zheng Qing stepped forward and said coldly, as Mr. Huang's senior brother, the sinister aura on his body was naturally extraordinary, "During the holidays, when you, the factory director, get up and go to this world of heaven and earth,
I believe that there must be a place for you on the list of heavenly beings, but it’s a pity.”
He said, "Today, I will kill you and use your soul to sacrifice my ghost child. I believe that your soul must be the best complement..."
Before he finished saying the word "tonic", Zheng Qing screamed.
He lowered his head. It turned out that from his chest, the knife had pierced his heart, killing him with one blow! And the blood was still gurgling out! How is this possible? Zheng Qing was horrified.
There is obviously no one behind him!
When he turned his neck with difficulty, he only saw a dark shadow, like a standing shadow, which looked exactly like Chen Fan. At that moment, the knife had pierced his heart.
Zheng Qing trembled all over, her eyes were frightened, what is this?
"Pfft" Zheng Qing's mouth spurted out blood, but he was still not dead.
Zheng Qing rolled out. This method of burying people was far more sophisticated than Chen Fan thought. At that moment, another cyan heart appeared in Zheng Qing's broken heart. This heart replaced his original one.
heart.
Zheng Qing breathed heavily, "Fortunately, I have a ghost heart, you...!" Zheng Qing was shocked and angry.