It is like a breeze blowing on the face. The four murderous words are extremely downplayed, which makes people hear them and are almost unable to associate them with semantics.

Each man and his sword floated away, and the clouds disappeared without seeing.

"Hmm? Interesting and interesting!"

Shu Tuntian's eyes emitted a light, and he narrowed his eyes. The divine light in his eyes seemed to have a substance, as if it could pass through the thick clouds of infinite distances, chasing the figure that was far away.

What he did was to destroy the family, and what he had the intention of establishing authority was that Zhang Fan could not walk down the mountain again, as if he had never seen clouds rolling and banned formations, and stepped directly into it.

Every step forward, there is a sword energy rising into the sky, as if it is like the waves of the sea. The waves are stacked and high, the ancient sword in his hand remains motionless, and the sword energy is ripe all over his body. All the cloud energy in close proximity was broken into countless brilliance at the first time.

After all, it is from the inside out. After all, the formation has not been activated. In a flash, the clouds in the sky give way, a road leading directly to the outside of the Great Desert Island and endless seas.

"Successor of the Sword Cultivator?"

The sword energy became more and more fierce. Although Shu Tuntian frowned at countless distances. It seemed that the sharp sword energy made him feel uncomfortable all over.

"It's interesting, it's really interesting. You've suffered that little loach."

Shu Tuntian laughed. There was an extra cow leg in his hand and biting it, as if he was careless. The divine light in his eyes was indecisive and he could not depart from the direction where Zhang Fan disappeared for a moment.

“Anlong

The explosion like thunder, among the clouds, above the sky, overwhelmed countless waves. It exploded countless air, stirring up the clouds in the sky, and still couldn't keep up with the sword energy that broke through the sky.

After a sudden passing, a sword energy that seemed to have substance, full of sharp and cold air. It was like a rainbow bridge, with infinite power. In a moment, it crossed the sea area between the Great Desert Island and the Ice and Fire Island.

Under the sword energy, there was a striking scar on the huge sea surface, and it seemed like a sword slashed down for a long time, splitting the sea and breaking the waves, and a huge crack suddenly appeared."

At one end of the sword energy, it hit the Ice and Fire Island with a bang, and a figure with momentum appeared.

Behind him, the sword energy of thousands of feet seemed to have lost all support in an instant, collapsed with a bang, and the endless sharpness of the clouds of thousands of miles were empty.

Standing on the island, Zhang Fan's body was straight, and a gust of aura could not help but ejaculate.

The original intention was to use the sword cultivator to do the destruction of the family and establish authority, one to cover up one's identity so as not to cause trouble for grandpa and the others. The other was to make those who saw this scene misjudged that he was practicing the magical power of sword cultivator.

Unexpectedly, this step by step would erupt. It was the intention of galloping from the mind to strength, from the state of mind to the strength. For a moment, it seemed like a real ancient sword cultivator would come back to the world.

Looking up, I saw the sky clear ice and fire. Washing like a middle line, divide the black and white.

At the center of this axis of ice and fire, the main location of the Hanniang Huo family gradually came out, and the sound of the zither and zither sounded, and the noisy world rolled in my ears.

"happy event?"

Hearing this sound, Zhang Fan smiled coldly and stepped out.

It is a short distance from the world. It shrinks the ground into an inch, and one step can be a hundred feet.

The figures flashed, seemingly neither hurry nor slow, but in fact, they were in a daze and could not stand the figure. Only the footprints on the left and right were scattered.

The heart, the energy in the chest, and the sword in the hand, the three are united, and the majesty is awe-inspiring power.

As the momentum gradually arises, Zhang Fan is immersed in the sword intent. Every step he takes, countless lights float around his body. The sound of splitting silk is like thousands of swords, tearing apart the space.

The footsteps were far away from the ground. The sword energy was full and leaking out. Often, the figures just disappeared and the roar was heard. On the footprints, there was a shaking air that soared into the sky, and the bright light seemed to be like a solemn and cold pillar, rushing straight into the sky.

The figure suddenly passed by, invisible. Only behind him, the sword energy soared into the sky in sequence, like a light dragon swaying its tail, with a huge momentum.

As the Huo family approached the house. Such movements naturally alarmed the welcome guests, one man and one woman. Two young people came forward.

"Senior, today is our wife's day of joy, maybe."

Although I knew that the visitor was not good at seeing this momentum, the man among the two still spoke politely, showing the style of the big family.

However, before he could even express his demeanor, his whole human movements solidified.

"Senior Brother"

Another welcome woman immediately discovered something wrong. As soon as the net spoke, she followed in the footsteps.

The two of them were frozen in place. For example, the welcome tree, Zhang Fan walked calmly and walked by.

Just at this moment, the breeze blew by, as if gently stroked it with his hands, as if it had touched something. A man and a woman moaned at the same time, and a sharp breath was revealed all over her body. Every inch of skin and every pore had sword energy as solid as the essence, and the cold light was shining through the bones.

Immediately, there was a loud bang. The blood rain in the sky splashed, as if in that moment, countless sharp swords exploded from their bodies, breaking them into countless pieces.

Every piece of flesh and blood just flew into the air, and countless white lights pierced out inside, and infinite sword energy burst out. In an instant, two blood mists filled the air.

"Who are you?"

"Come..."

"don't want"

"save"

The strangeness of these two people immediately attracted the attention of other people who welcomed the guests and came all attentively. It happened to be a scene where both of their souls were destroyed and disappeared between heaven and earth.

Immediately, everyone's faces appeared in horror. Many people shouted or exclaimed, asked for help or begged for mercy, but none of them could say the words in their mouths completely.

Thoughts are entangled, eyes swept, and everyone's movements are almost at the same time, with various strange postures and despair and horror. They are washed like painted sculptures, standing still, and letting one person and one sword pass through it.

"When the mind moves the sword of mind. Where the mind is, where the sword is pointed!"

The sword cultivator has its own pride. He does not wave his sword for waste. He only needs one thought and one intention to move. It is the sword energy of destruction!

Zhang Fan kept walking. The moment his back disappeared, countless groups of sword energy burst out, blood mist and glow became the only color in the world.

Main house, gate!

Looking at the vermilion door in front of you and the brass lion head lock, Zhang Fan stopped for the first time.

The noise inside the red lacquer gate came to an abrupt end, as if the sequinous aura had frozen all the laughter.

Zhang Fan smiled coldly. He raised the ancient sword in his hand and waved it without any tricks."

The sword energy extends, and its sharpness is unstoppable. Wherever the sword energy passes, the gate and the wall connected to it are broken into countless pieces, bursting out into the interior, as if countless flying knives are stabbed.

The eyes suddenly opened. Only one figure could see people dodging around. The original place behind the door was even more bloody.

"Who are you?"

"Do you know where this is?"

Among the scattered guests, an old man who seemed to be entertaining guests from the Huo family suddenly stood up and shouted angrily.

Here, people who still belong to the outside house, and those who eat and drink here are often not people with high status, but some casual cultivators or people with low status among family sects. The status of those who entertain these people can also be imagined.

Zhang Fan didn't even look at him, and without raising his head, he swung his sword again.

"laugh

The sword energy broke through the air and directly split the old man who spoke in half. The sword energy did not dissipate and exploded with a bang, as if two light wheels were sweeping by the courtyard.

""

The screams were tidily scraped, and almost at the same time, everyone was broken into their bodies by countless bursts of sword energy.

Under a sword, a moment of joy will suddenly become the Shura hell.

In the courtyard, blood stained the ground. It was about an inch thick. It stepped on it. It was sticky and guessed, and it made a sound.

These small characters naturally would not attract Zhang Fan to take a look. He stepped out of blood all over the ground and shook straight towards the sound of gongs and drums before Qingxuan, and at this time, he walked towards the main hall in a silence.

As we walk along the way, people block it is a sword; when we block it, it is a sword no matter what. It is a sword. The destruction and blood are left behind, and only the shadow of a single person and a sword stand outside the main hall.

Zhang Fanfang looked up. The bronze gate of the main hall opened with a bang, and dozens of figures surged out. Through them, you can also see that there were at least hundreds of people gathered in the hall.

These are the real direct descendants of the Huo family and close forces.

While he was observing, dozens of gazes also condensed on it. They were the dozens of people who came out first.

"Who are you?"

"What kind of hatred does my Huo family have with you? I'm going to do this."

Amid the crowd, a middle-aged beautiful woman in a gorgeous and gorgeous Ji-fu suit, holding a dragon head and twisting her head in her hand. She looked around at the dead silence behind Zhang Fan, and her face suddenly turned as if she was extremely angry. Her towering chest also fluttered violently.

"Lady Huo?!"

Zhang Fan glanced at the vaguely familiar outline and dragon head twitch. He looked moved and asked with a smile.

"It's my old man. Tell me quickly, what kind of grudges do you have with my Huo family?"

The middle-aged beautiful woman seemed to have concerns. Not only did she not start immediately, she instead made a move, stopping the four old men behind her and shouted again.

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhang Fan was fine. Everyone behind Mrs. Huo looked at her in disbelief and had already arrived. Why ask so many questions? This is not like her usual personality.

How did they know that Mrs. Huo was also worried. Not to mention the terrifying strength of almost killing all the disciples and guests around Qingxuan. Just standing there alone with a sword gives people a sense of condescending force, you know that the visitor is not simple, and you can ignore the carelessness of the place. Naturally, you have to ask clearly.

"enmity?!"

"Hahaha"

Zhang Fan suddenly laughed wildly and raised his hand to scrape the ancient sword. It seemed that in a moment, the human sword and the human sword were also swords. In the sound, the metal was a sonorous and sequential meaning.

"No grievance or revenge!"

"Only try the sword ear!"
Chapter completed!