Chen Fan stood on the bridge and watched the figure of the woman in white walk further and further away, and felt a strong feeling of reluctance.

The woman didn't say what she heard, whether it was the same as Chen Fan heard, and left in confusion. But when she left, she stared at the air for a while, and was a little confused.

Chen Fan looked at the direction the woman looked carefully, and the more he looked, the more uneasy he felt. It seemed that someone was peeping at him. When he remembered the strange scene just now, his body felt a little chilled and he didn't dare to continue to stay, but for some reason, the direction he chose was the same as when the woman left.

After the woman and Chen Fan left one after another, an inconspicuous leaf emitted a little light and flashed gently among the many leaves of the ancient tree.

After leaving Fengyu Bridge, Chen Fan was a little excited and had no mood to continue playing. The scene on Fengyu Bridge appeared uncontrollably in his mind. The sigh, the whisper appeared, what kind of secrets does it contain, and why so many emotions were mixed in it. Are those legends real?

What's even more strange is that the sentence actually gave him an indescribable sadness, as if the sentence was originally said to him.

Then the pair of cold eyes surged into my heart, wearing white clothes, yellow paper umbrellas, black hairs blown by the wind, wind and rain, small bridges, ancient trees, like poetry and picturesque.

Just a glance at each other, it feels like a mark, deeply engraved in the memories.

Chen Fan couldn't help but think that this bridge, this tree, this rain, and his idea of ​​running away alone would have been destined to have such a meeting a long time ago... He and she just followed their fate and came here in the vast sea of ​​people.

Thinking of this, Chen Fan couldn't help but chuckled, smiling at what he was thinking.

He raised his head and tried to let the rain make himself feel a little clearer, but found that there was a little noisy not far away, and there seemed to be her senior sister Mu Lingyao in the crowd.

Mu Lingyao looked ashamed and aggrieved, and even her cheeks were slightly red with anger. Chen Fan immediately rushed over.

"Girl, don't be angry. Think about it, I am the seventh Yang of the Nine Yang Demon Sect, you are the daughter of the Lord of the Ninth Peak of Liuyun. You and us have been incompatible for a long time. Not to mention the deep hatred is like the sea, but we also meet with each other, and the sword is facing each other. If you and I become a couple, they may be able to resolve the grudges between the two sects and become a beautiful conversation." A young man wearing a purple robe and exuding an evil intention all over his body said with a frivolous smile.

"Yes, girl, you and Senior Brother Fu are a match. Maybe you can really turn the two factions into jade."

"If it works, you and your senior brother can stay in the name of the Qing Dynasty in Zhongzhou."

"You are right, Senior Brother Fu is also handsome and talented. It is your honor to be able to like you."

Unscrupulous laughter came out loud, and Mu Lingyao almost cried out in anger.

"Who are you?" Chen Fan walked out, blocked Mu Lingyao's body, and said mockingly.

"Junior Brother..." Mu Lingyao screamed aggrievedly. Chen Fan turned around and looked at Mu Lingyao, squeezed his eyes and said, "Senior Sister, you are like this now, don't let Senior Brother Fang see it, otherwise he won't like you."

"You said, it's not you, otherwise how could I be separated from my senior brother and be uttered by these people." Mu Lingyao came out of anger and pinched Chen Fan hard.

Chen Fan took a breath and said with a wry smile, "Senior Sister, you really do it. I'm here to vent your anger. I've been pinched and injured by you. What should I do if I can't beat these guys?"

"What did you say just now?" The young man in purple robe looked at Chen Fan with a murderous look on his face.

"What are you?" Chen Fan raised his eyebrows and repeated.

"What a courage, even Pofan is not a waste. Where do you get the courage? Do waste materials save beauty?" said the young man in purple robe sarcastically.

"Haha, boy, do you know who you are talking to? Be careful that no one will collect your body if you die."

Chen Fan smiled with a cracked mouth and took off the black giant sword behind him. He took a step in an instant and swung it out with a sword sheath. The disciple who was talking was swept by a sword before he could react, and flew backwards. When he landed on the ground, he sprayed a mouthful of blood.

Chen Fan slowly withdrew his giant sword, and used a little force, and the giant sword penetrated into the ground. He looked at the people opposite him with mocking sarcastic, his clothes fluttering in the wind, his eyebrows were frivolous, and he was arrogant and arrogant.

"Although I have not defeated Fan, I have slaughtered you like a dog." Chen Fan only said three words to them, but each sentence is more arrogant and each sentence is more arrogant.

The young man in purple robe laughed in anger, pulled out the long sword from his waist, pointed at Chen Fan from afar and said, "Remember, the one who killed you, Fu Kun, Fu, when you die, I can set up a new tomb for you."

Chen Fan gently tapped the black giant sword body and smiled, but his cold murderous aura did not hide anything. There was nothing to hide. Those who insulted my relatives will be in the dark and blue sky, and they will never die.

Fu Kun's cultivation level is as strong as the ninth level of the mortal world, but Chen Fan has not yet reached the mortal world. It is far from the sky, but there is no sign of worry on Mu Lingyao's face.

Fu Kun is one of the nine most powerful disciples of the Nine Yang Demon Sect, and is the seventh Kicking Sun in the Nine Yang Demon Sect. In this way, he is naturally not a fool.

When he saw that Chen Fan did not retreat, he was aggressive and in a fight, and the woman who was walking with Chen Fan did not stop him. He thought that the sudden sword just now, his junior brother of his sect also had the eighth level of cultivation, and he had no power to resist.

It seems that this young man who seems to have no cultivation is not that simple. When will the Liuyun Sword Sect have such an extra person? Fu Kun thought secretly.

Fu Kun stared at Chen Fan and said, "Well, give him a try first."

The sword was slightly slanted, and a handprint was pinched with his left hand. The sword in his hand suddenly emitted a red light, and the raindrops dripped on the sword and turned into white mist.

"Zheng" Chen Fan's giant sword was unsheathed, and the black blade sucked and spit out black, like a murderer who chose someone to eat, which made everyone present feel inexplicably chill.

Chen Fan swept his leg and was inserted into the scabbard on the ground, rushing towards Fu Kun with a thunderous momentum. A ferocious and terrifying scratch appeared between the two of them.

Seeing the scabbard that was shooting from the sea, Fu Kun leaped in the air and stepped on the scabbard, he stepped on the scabbard for more than a foot to the ground, so that the scabbard could not move forward half a step.

Chen Fan took a step forward, held the sword in one hand and swung it out, with a faint sword slashing across the mountains and rivers. Fu Kun's pupils shrank slightly, and he used his spiritual power. The red sword light was soaring and he went up to him.

The two swords collided, and the sound of the interweaving sounds were endless. The black sword light and the red fire sword were like two ferocious beasts, biting each other hard, and the strong wind was storming, and it was evenly matched.

With Chen Fan's loud shout, Fu Kun was defeated by huge force for three steps, and the red sword light was slightly dim, and Chen Fan also put away his mockery and became a little solemn. Chen Fan's hair was a little unnaturally dry, which was even more obvious in the wind and rain.

Fu Kun held the sword and shot a sword technique.

"The red fire is surging, and the net is formed on the abyss, kill!"

When Fu Kun used the sword technique, the temperature around him immediately rose and it was a little hot. Fu Kun's spiritual energy surged around him and turned into flames, and his whole body was surrounded by flames. With the end of the sword technique, the flames around him turned into a large net and rushed towards Chen Fan, siege him.

Chen Fan could not avoid it, but if he was entangled by the fire net, Fu Kun would definitely use another killing move, and it was not impossible for him to be in danger.

If you can't break it, you will be shocked!

Chen Fan raised his giant sword with both hands, shouted loudly, and smashed it hard towards the ground. With the sword as the center, the ground within one meter was shattered like a spider web.

Chen Fan gathered his efforts on his legs and stepped suddenly. The gravel on the ground that had been smashed before was shaken in mid-air. He waved a giant sword, and the gravel brought wind toward the fire net.

The gravel and the fire net met. The fire net was destroyed as expected, but the gravel had not stopped. When the fire net was in contact, it was covered with flames and still rushed towards Fu Kun.

Gravel carries the wind and fire, as bright as fireworks, like a series of stunning geese, beautiful but deadly.

Fu Kun did not expect that Chen Fan's body was so perverted that the instant explosion could cause such a mighty power, comparable to the full attack of the cultivator who broke through the ninth level of mortality.

He would never know that Chen Fan had already been at the Ninth Level of the Breaking the Mortals, but because his body was strange, the spiritual power he had cultivated was almost absorbed by his body, so he fell to the Ninth Level of the Breaking the Mortals. If he had enough spiritual power to make his body absorbed, he could instantly rush to the Ninth Level of the Breaking the Mortals.

Fu Kun is worthy of being the seventh sun in the Nine Yang Demon Sect, and reacts instantly. The sword flashed red and a half-moon sword light was drawn with his low shout.

"The red fire is overwhelming, and it will not retreat until the abyss, and it will be broken!"

The flying gravel met the half-moon sword light, making a loud noise, and at the same time it was annihilated in the air.

Chen Fan saw the opportunity and held a giant sword, slashing it like a hungry tiger pounced on the food. Fu Kun held the sword in both hands, crossing his head, barely blocking the sword. Chen Fan grinned, slowly lifted one foot, and then kicked Fu Kun in the chest with one kick.

Fu Kun felt a huge force spread from his chest, to his internal organs, limbs and veins, and then his body lightened and he was kicked away.

"Senior Brother Fu..." The other disciples of the Nine Yang Demon Sect shouted and tried to walk over.

A black giant sword shot towards them, blocking their steps.

"Don't move," Chen Fan said lightly.

After seeing Chen Fan's combat power, the few people were a little panicked for a moment and really stopped moving.

Chen Fan walked to Fu Kun, looked down at Fu Kun and said, "I haven't entered Pofan yet, but is it easy to kill you? If I'm a waste, what are you?"

Fu Kun glanced at Chen Fan, stood up slowly, rubbed his chest, and said with a smile, "I underestimate you."

"What?" Chen Fan also smiled.

"I'm not very willing to lose."

"You didn't lose. If I wanted to kill you, you were already dead just now."

"You can't kill me." Fu Kun's tone was very serious.

"Are you going to have a fight?" Chen Fan raised the corner of his mouth and said casually.

"I think, but I need time."

"how long."

"It's just one moment."

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

Fu Kun's expression was a little weird and said, "I am a disciple of the Nine Yang Demon Sect. What you should do now is to kill me while I am injured!"

Chen Fan smiled unnaturally and said hesitantly, "I want to beat you up once, so my senior sister should be very happy..." After that, he turned around and walked away.

Fu Kun was stunned for a moment, looked at Chen Fan's back and couldn't speak, then sat down cross-legged, circulating his spiritual energy to treat his injuries.

(End of this chapter)
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