Chapter 477: The Sword Points to Burial the Man (Chapter 3)
The overwhelming sword intent suddenly poured down on Chen Fan. At that moment, even Chen Fan could not withstand this terrifying sword intent.
The sword intent swept forward, and Chen Fan couldn't help but retreat. The sword intent in his hand continued to collapse, and finally fell from the center of the seventh floor to this corner.
"Run", Chen Fan put his sword on the ground, panted heavily, and raised his head to look.
The other party did not attack again, but instead came out with a cold voice, "You are at the peak of the Nine Innate Realms, and you can take my sword from the third level of Transformation Energy. You are incomprehensible."
The third level of Transformation Energy can instantly kill the first level of Transformation Energy with one palm.
In the realm of Huajin, you cannot challenge beyond the level. The gap in realm is too big, but Chen Fan can do this.
The lights in the room are on.
The appearance of the Sword Training Pavilion was clearly taken. The surroundings were covered with dust. The scattered weapons were rusty and dusty and were just placed aside in such a haphazard way. The floor of the room was full of traces from the fight just now.
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And under this lamp, a woman was holding a sword, with three thousand black hair flying in the air, her eyes were indifferent, looking at Chen Fan, without a trace of fluctuation on her face.
Wen Yuanling!
Chen Fan smiled and stood up. The current Wen Yuanling was completely different from Chen Fan's impression. This was a trap. Wen Yuanling's trap was made by himself. He was really confident of killing himself in the third level of Huajin.
Even though Chen Fan has broken through to the Nine Innate Realms.
"You should be from the previous world, right?" After pondering for a moment, Chen Fan said this. The last time the previous world was killed by Chen Fan, almost nothing remained, but Chen Fan was suspicious that there might be one or two fish that slipped through the net.
.Unexpectedly, it was Wen Yuanling.
Looking at her aura and three transformations of energy, although they are not worth mentioning in the upper world, in this small world of heaven and humans, they are already extremely terrifying. Wen Yuanling's strength may prove it. She
...probably a high-ranking person in the previous world.
Chen Fan slowly sheathed the sword because Chen Fan felt that she had no killing intention.
With Wen Yuanling's identity, she is probably of a very high status in this world. She has been hiding in the Seventh Pavilion of Kunlun for many years. If she really wants to kill herself, then Chen Fan will definitely not be able to escape. And this simple ambush will start from the beginning.
In the end, it was explained that she just came to meet Chen Fan for a while.
"Mr. Mo is not stupid." Wen Yuanling smiled sweetly and stared at Chen Fan. After speaking, his face became slightly calmer and he stared at Chen Fan, "Yuan Ling, the Holy Son who divides the world of heaven and humanity."
"Holy Son." Chen Fan squinted slightly, stared at Wen Yuanling, and remembered some rumors. There were countless Holy Sons in the past life, and cultivating one Holy Son and ten false Holy Sons in units of divisions, the real
The false saints compete with each other, and the winner will be transferred to the helmsman of a certain place.
This system is quite cruel, and these saint sons are lurking in various major sects and are not cultivated in the previous world. This system is very rare. As if seeing through Chen Fan's mind, Wen Yuanling said, "No
Wrong, I am still the true Son of God in the world of heaven and man in my last life. There are ten false Saints under my name. Three of them have died due to exposure. The other seven have transformed into three powers.
My position is very eye-catching."
Speaking of this, she looked a little sad. What was sad was not that someone was eyeing her position, but that she was lurking in other sects. She needed to be careful every step of the way. If she was not careful, she would follow the example of the other three dead false saints.
Follow in the footsteps.
Although she was nominally the Holy Son in the previous life, in fact she was not very prosperous. On the contrary, her life seemed rather gloomy.
In the Seventh Pavilion, the two looked at each other in silence for a long time. Chen Fan looked at her rather pitifully. Wen Yuanling smiled and reached out to pull his hair, "You may not believe it, but in the Seventh Pavilion of Kunlun, I even often fantasized about myself. It would be nice if he was just an ordinary disciple..."
"Why don't you kill me?" Chen Fan said after a pause.
Staring at Wen Yuanling, because of Wen Yuanling's strength, it was possible to kill herself, but she did not try. In fact, if she really wanted to assassinate him, Chen Fan still had many options to kill her. she.
One of them is Gu Motian's sword intention.
Completely unaware of this, Wen Yuanling smiled and said, "Why should I kill you?"
"This current helmsman will be transferred out in three years. Once he leaves, the fatwa against you will soon be invalidated, because you yourself did not cause such a big loss in your previous life, so you need to mobilize such resources It's not worth it to assassinate you."
Wen Yuanling said it calmly. In fact, this was also true. It was not worth it to assassinate Chen Fan.
A mere nine Xiantian realms, even using such resources in the previous life, seemed to be more than enough.
Chen Fan did not answer. After speaking, Wen Yuanling had sheathed his sword and turned around silently. With his back turned, Wen Yuanling said in a deep voice, "Mo Fan, we will meet again. When the time comes, I will control my own destiny. I hope that when we meet again, we will not be enemies."
After saying that, Wen Yuanling took a deep look at Chen Fan, jumped up, and disappeared into the darkness, and Chen Fan fell into silence.
Recalling that the first time I met Wen Yuanling was in the market place in his previous life, Wen Yuanling, as the master behind the market place, wooed Chen Fan, an expert with unknown origins.
Later, when they were competing in the training ground, Wen Yuanling deliberately pretended to lose to him.
Which side is the real her? It's probably hard to say.
Chen Fan shook his head.
...
Under the general stage, countless masters lined up, filled with a murderous aura, soaring straight into the sky, making you breathless. But high in the sky, nine masters had their hands on their backs, motionless, their bodies were like javelins, and their breath was like a rainbow penetrating the sun. Everything is waiting to go.
At this moment, from the horizon, a stream of light flew towards this side. Countless people turned to look. As soon as Chen Fan landed, he clasped his fists and said in a deep voice, "I'm late."
"It's not too late." Li Chenxin stepped forward, reached out and patted Chen Fan on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "You came just in time. These are the seniors of the six heavenly sects. If anything happens, you can just communicate with them." Standing and guiding the others, a group of people slowly walked out from behind Li Chenxin.
Li Chenxin changed her clothes and became a soldier. From the looks of it, she was preparing to fight and attack the Burial Man Organization. No one dared to be careless.
Even a master of holding elixirs may fall!
Behind Li Chenxin, a row of masters came forward. Chen Fan stared at them. Two masters from the Kowloon Heavenly Sect, the Buzhou Sect and the Tang Sect, each dispatched several masters. Half of them were from the Yin Yang Sect. This time, the deputy master of the Yin Yang Sect I taught three people!
Li Renxian had a lifeless look on his face and walked over slowly.
"I do know the stronghold of the Buried Man Organization." Chen Fan clasped his fists, "It's hidden in the mountains a hundred thousand miles away. I'll take everyone there now."
Chen Fan's breathing was hot, not for others, but for his master! In his sleeves, Chen Fan's five fingers secretly clenched tightly.
"If we can successfully rescue Gui Ji this time, you will be the first to do it." A deputy headmaster came out and patted Chen Fan on the shoulder. His tone was very indignant. Seeing him like this, he was very dissatisfied with the Burial Man Organization.
It is hatred that penetrates to the bone.
"Set off!"
A team of a thousand people was gathered. Now, they are heading straight towards this hundred thousand miles mountain. Chen Fan is alone in front. On top of a huge wine gourd, Chen Fan closes his eyes and thinks silently.
In my first life, when Drought Demon Ghost Princess was born, she was in that mountain range.
Chen Fan would remember the approximate address correctly.
"You must wait for me." Chen Fan squeezed his hand tightly. History has changed from the previous life, but I hope nothing will happen this time!
The army of thousands of people marched straight into the mountains and forests. This was already a very terrifying lineup.
In the world of cultivation, the country has lost the possibility of existence, and the army is meaningless. In the hands of top monks, heads can be taken from the army. Therefore, the strength of a country's combat power often only depends on a few top monks.
The outcome of battles between monks.
Often when there is a national war between two countries, when the actual war breaks out, there are only about a thousand people.
And the collision of thousands of top monks was already very terrifying.
For example, this time, the army of thousands of people from the human world summoned by Chen Fan can be called a "national war" level war! The nine major armies held the power of the enemy, and this time they had the momentum to crush people and bury them.