The rain stopped silently, and the dense dark clouds gradually dispersed. The sun was no longer covered by dark clouds, shining on the earth again, bringing a little warmth to the original cold and dampness.

Chen Fan returned to Mu Lingyao and said with a smile, "Senior Sister, I didn't embarrass you."

"What are you talking to him over there? Why don't you kill him while he is injured?" Mu Lingyao rolled her eyes and asked in confusion.

"Now that the strange treasure is coming sooner or later, we will have a battle with the Nine Yang Demon Sect. This Fu Kun is the seventh sun of the younger generation of the Nine Yang Demon Sect and is a symbol of the strength of the Nine Yang Demon Sect. If you find out his background, you should have a lot of gains." Chen Fan said in a voice that only two people could hear.

"These demon sects are evil and vicious in their work, and their vulgar methods are even more unpredictable. You must be careful, don't be careless and have a conspiracy." Mu Lingyao was a little worried.

"Yeah, I get it."

Time flies in a flash. Fu Kun opens his eyes and stands up. It is obvious that his injuries are not seriously damaged.

Chen Fan looked at Mu Lingyao and said, "Don't worry, no one should be able to cause fatal damage to me in the Breaking Mortal Realm." After that, he turned around and walked towards Fu Kun.

Fu Kun moved his neck and said with a wicked smile, "Come on, you may suffer a little this time."

Chen Fan stood aside, unmoved.

Fu Kun put away his smile and gently stroked the sword body. The sword seemed to feel the master's surging fighting spirit and trembled gently. Then, he threw the sword into the air, and at the same time he talked to himself, quickly making several handprints.

"The fire and fire are in all directions, the sword energy turns into locks, bind them!"

The long sword emitted irregular shocks, and the majestic spiritual power made people tremble. The dazzling red sword light was like a small sun.

Suddenly, the long sword was divided into eight, and eight huge spiritual walls appeared between the swords, like cages.

The next moment, eight swords rushed down from the air, centered on Chen Fan, divided into eight directions, firmly fixed on the ground, and cut off Chen Fan's retreat.

Chen Fan secretly complained that something was wrong, so he lifted up his giant sword, jumped into the air, and slashed the spiritual power wall with one sword, trying to split a wall. The spiritual power wall shook violently, but it did not shatter, but after being attacked, a flame ignited.

The attack on the spiritual power wall could not work, so Chen Fan immediately stopped his eyes on the sword. The sword was the key to maintaining the spiritual power wall. If it was destroyed, it should be able to break the sword formation.

But Fu Kun did not give Chen Fan a chance to break the formation, so he made another handprint, and the eight sword curtains tightened, as if he wanted to limit Chen Fan's movements.

Chen Fan held the sword with both hands, crossed his chest, blocking the continuous retraction of the eight swords, and there was nothing he could do.

Fu Kun did not give himself a chance to get close, and he was too arrogant before that and did not stop him. He allowed Fu Kun to use his sword formation. Now he has become a fish meat, and it is too late to regret it.

No, Chen Fan suddenly realized that the spiritual energy of the sword formation began to weaken and relaxed his constraints. He was about to seize the opportunity and defeat the sword formation in one fell swoop, Fu Kun appeared in front of Chen Fan.

"Finding the Palm."

Fu Kun hit the sword formation with a palm, and through the sword formation, a larger flame palm appeared. Chen Fan had all his strength to resist the sword formation contraction and was unable to resist at all.

After taking a palm, Chen Fan felt that it was unbearable to bear the heat. His muscles and veins were burning like fire, and his face also showed abnormal flush. At this time, the spiritual power absorbed by ** seemed to be unbearable. Other spiritual powers invaded and independently attacked Kun's spiritual power, which gradually faded away.

Fu Kun saw Chen Fan's expression gradually return to normal, and seemed to be sure of what he said, "There is indeed a problem with his body."

"Fire Explosion Fist."

A huge flame ball hit Chen Fan. The spiritual power that had not been removed in Chen Fan's body suddenly exploded at this moment, his face instantly pale, and the big beads of sweat fell down. The sword formation collapsed with this punch and turned into nothing.

"Junior brother..." Mu Lingyao shouted and hurriedly stepped forward to support Chen Fan who was a little unsteady.

Chen Fan's body seemed to be a little different. A trace of light blue aura lingered in his head and arms, as if he was repairing Chen Fan's damaged tendons and veins.

Chen Fan felt a severe pain in his body, and he moved slightly, just like ten thousand ants gnawing on his body, but a slightly cool breath kept wandering inside his body, and the pain was greatly weakened wherever he passed.

"It's okay, just take a break." Chen Fan endured the pain and comforted Mu Lingyao.

"Hey, boy, this last punch is the one you kicked me before." Fu Kun seemed to have overdrawn his spiritual power. Obviously, the consumption of that move just now would not be very good even if it was the Ninth Level of Fan.

"Why are you talking? If my junior brother hadn't shown mercy, would you still be gloating here now?" Mu Lingyao stared at Fu Kun fiercely, hoping to kill him.

"Junior Brother Fu, your Linyuan Sword Formation is so hot, it is not in vain that the Blood Master Uncle's cultivation and love for you." There was another purple robe in the field. He shook the folding fan, his lips were red and his teeth were white, and his dark red pupils did not show evil intentions, and he was like a young master of the turbid world.

"Senior Brother Feng..."

"Feng Chuan..."

The disciples of the Nine Yang Demon Sect looked surprised, but the disciples of other sects seemed to be serious, as if this man named Feng Chuan had put a lot of pressure on them.

Chen Fan did not show a lazy look, slowly stood up, blocked Mu Lingyao again, and said in a serious tone, "It's a little trouble. I'll block this Feng Chuan in a while, you can find an opportunity to run away and find your senior brother."

"The Liuyun Sword Sect started to do something wrong in their mouths, and the disciples of the disciples did not practice the orthodox martial arts." Feng Chuan looked at Chen Fan, as if he had seen something incredible.

"I, Liuyun Sword Sect, have countless skills, and even my disciples don't know. Why do you determine that I am not practicing Liuyun Sect? I'm talking about it, when will it be your turn to say "My Liuyun Sect?" Chen Fan endured the pain, clenched the fist under his sleeve tightly, and said loudly.

Feng Chuan paused slightly while shaking the folding fan, but he didn't say anything. He looked around and seemed to be looking for someone.

Fu Kun walked to Chen Fan and said, "You kick me, I will give you a punch, and you will equalize it. Give me time to heal my wounds. This is what I owe you, and I will pay you back now."

Chen Fan frowned and said, "Why do you want to?"

"Girl, Fu was wrong just now. I hope the girl doesn't mind." After Fu Kun finished speaking, he smiled at Chen Fan, as if he had no malice.

The disciples of the Nine Yang Demon Sect blocked Chen Fan and the others' way, and did not act or speak. Feng Chuan and Fu Kun stood together as if they were waiting for something.

As time goes by, more and more people are coming.

Chen Fan protected Mu Lingyao behind him and remained silent. After seeing a white figure, he breathed a sigh of relief and said to Mu Lingyao, "Senior Brother is here, it's okay."

Feng Chuan saw Fang Xinjue at the same time, and there was an inexplicable smile on his face and said, "It's really you who came to Liuyun Sword Sect!"

Fang Xinjue had a special aura, which instantly suppressed the Nine Yang Demon Sect.

When Mu Lingyao saw Fang Xinjue, she immediately put down the big stone in her heart and smiled relaxedly.

Fang Xinjue glanced at Chen Fan, smiled with relief, touched Mu Lingyao's hair and said, "It's okay." But then he found that Chen Fan's breath was unstable and seemed to be injured, and his face instantly sank.

Fang Xinjue did not ask the reason, turned around and unsheathed the sword. With a clear sound, the sword was like a dragon, and it attacked Feng Chuan in a whistling manner.

Feng Chuan waved his folding fan and a blood-colored shield was added in front of him, blocking Fang Xinjue.

Fang Xin decided to retreat, and his sword pointed at the sky. For a moment, the wind blew, his robe sounded, and a huge spiritual sword was generated above his head, with a rainbow of momentum.

Feng Chuan's eyes flashed with blood, he put away his folding fan, his hands formed claws, and a bloody smell spread faintly. Feng Chuan shouted loudly, and a blood-colored unicorn giant appeared in front of Feng Chuan.

Fang Xinjue had no expression on his face, waved the giant sword and slashed at Feng Chuan, as if he was so powerful. Feng Chuan activated the blood-colored giant beast, spewed out a ball of blood, and collided with the giant sword.

Bang!

The blood energy swallowed the sword body, but it failed to stop the giant sword. In an instant, the giant sword broke through the blood energy. The sword body was dim and the blood energy analysis collapsed.

This blood energy can actually erode the spiritual energy. It greatly weakened the power of the giant sword. Feng Chuan did not expect to destroy the giant sword with one blow, and urged the giant beast to open its bloody mouth and bit the giant sword.

roar.

The giant beast whined and was knocked away, and the giant sword was finally successfully blocked by it. Fang Xinjue's long sword cut through the void, and the word "kill" appeared in the air.

Then he pushed the word "kill" above the giant beast, put his palm into a fist, and used a slight force. The word "kill" instantly emitted a dazzling golden light, turning into a spiritual sword, and stably inserted it into the head of the giant beast.

Feng Chuan's body was slightly stiff, and some incredible eyes were incredible. Then, his hands formed seals, and bloody flames flowed between his palms. His blood pupils became deep and could not be looked directly at this moment.

Fang Xinjue saw Feng Chuan's pupils change and became cautious. Rumors were that Feng Chuan's blood pupils were strange and unpredictable, and it was even more irresistible to cooperate with the Blood Demon Sutra he practiced. His blood-colored pupils can be bewitching people's hearts and can also arrange illusions, which makes people unable to defend themselves.

"The Nether Fire Curse, the Nether Fire Rain."

Feng Chuan spread his hands, and a blue flame as big as raindrops appeared in his hands. When he threw it casually, the blue flame changed to the size of a fist in the air.

It's dense and endless.

The purple robe and bloody eyes were eyeing each other. Fang Xinjue did not dare to act rashly for a moment.

The blue fireball blocked a huge area, and the crowd kept retreating. Fang Xinjue was the only one left in the center of the fireball.

"In times of trouble, hundreds of swords go."

Fang Xinde used his own spiritual power as the source and transformed dozens of golden light swords, instantly clearing a clearing of the open space. Feng Chuan smiled strangely.

The blue fireball gathered with Feng Chuan's intentions and then exploded, with a huge momentum, like a sea of ​​fire. Fang Xinjue recalled the golden lightsaber and erected a sword wall in front of him, successfully blocking the bursting rain of fire outside.

But the golden lightsaber was also annihilated in the air.

"Tear the Sky Hand."

Feng Chuan took advantage of the two spiritual powers to approach Fang Xinjue silently. His palms were covered with blood-colored flames, condensed into sharp claws, and grabbed them from his head.

Fang Xin will never retreat, the sword will be bright and prosperous, and he humbled "The world will open the sky"

The dazzling golden light came out from the sword body, as if at this moment, it suddenly turned into a sharp sword for the sky, and with an unyielding determination, it slashed towards the enemy.

The air was shaking around Fang Xinjue, and he could not see the figure clearly. The dazzling golden light became the focus at this moment. Just like a god coming to the world, but those who do not accept the gods will be killed without mercy!

It seemed as if at this moment, Fang Xinjue was no longer important, there was only one sword, dazzling.

Just the sword power is enough to make people frightened. What if you face this sword directly?

"Ah" a scream came out, and the purple figure popped out from the golden light and fled. Fu Kun was shocked and immediately followed Feng Chuan away with everyone.

The golden light dissipated and the air calmed down. Fang Xinjue stood there, and the long sword had been retracted into the sheath. He was like a banished immortal, and his charm was extremely beautiful!

(End of this chapter)
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