I have ambitions to conquer the sky, but the world cannot tolerate it.

"boom."

The gods and demons stepped out.

This time, the rules of heaven and earth are distorted.

The will of heaven and earth seems not to allow these two gods and demons to get out.

The power is boundless.

The demonic flames rose up into the sky, and the burning heavens were distorted. The divine power shook the world, and everything in the world lost its color.

Swish.

The gods and demons attack.

On the left is a god, on the right is a demon, charging and killing each other.

"war."

Chen Fanzhan's blood boiled.

Along the way, he has never shied away from a fight.

If there is a war, go forward without hesitation.

He gave up the Tian Congyun Sword and charged directly to kill with his physical strength.

Yaozu Dao's powerful physical body gave him absolute confidence in his physical combat power.

Strike left and right with both fists.

"Boom."

"Boom."

One punch can resist gods, and one punch can hold back demons.

The first blow was a scene where the heaven and earth shook.

The void exploded, and the storm of destruction swept in all directions.

Pieces of ancient houses collapsed, but luckily there was no one left in Sword City.

Ninth Sword Xiu remained motionless, letting the storm of destruction rage on.

When he was less than one meter away in front of him, it seemed as if there was an invisible sword that didn't exist, cutting through the destructive storm.

Looking at Qingyu, a pair of fists appeared in his hands.

"Bang bang bang."

Only after punching out with both fists did the destruction storm tear apart.

The destructive storm with the same power was completely different for Ninth Sword Cultivator and Qingyu.

Qingyu glanced at the Ninth Sword Cultivator, his expression gloomy.

Especially since the Ninth Sword Cultivator didn't turn to look at her at all, Qingyu's expression became even more ugly.

"thunder,"

Qingyu couldn't hold back and asked: "What level has your cultivation reached?"

Through the scene just now, Qingyu could clearly feel that the Ninth Sword Cultivator was not a little bit stronger than him.

The last disregard made her look even more ugly.

Neither Yan Wushuang nor Ninth Sword Cultivator... seemed to have ever taken her seriously.

"..." Ninth Sword Cultivator.

Eternal silence.

The eyes of the ninth sword cultivator were always looking at the battlefield ahead.

"you……"

The color of Qingyu is more gloomy.

angry,

…

"boom."

Finally, the violent roar of the battlefield ahead attracted Qingyu's attention.

The god among the two-eyed gods and demons was blasted by Chen Fan with a pair of fists.

"Ha ha."

Bathed in the blood of the god, the figure rose into the sky.

The exploding light of God spreads across the heaven and earth.

"It's your turn."

Turn around and look at the Demonic Eyes: "Kill."

Extremely violent attack method, without any bells and whistles, completely violent output.

"Boom boom boom."

The two fists shattered the world, and the Demon Eyes continued to retreat.

"roar."

The demon roared.

But no matter how much he roared, it was still difficult to resist that pair of unparalleled fists.

Demons cultivate themselves, demons cultivate themselves.

"broken,"

The demon body was inferior to the demon body and was blasted again by both fists.

"Hahaha."

Chen Fan looked up to the sky and roared.

At this moment, his soul was extremely sublimated.

His whole person was transformed by bathing in the blood of gods and demons.

"sharp."

The emotion came from Yan Wushuang's mouth.

He felt sincerely about the young man in front of him.

Yan Wushuang's name has been circulated in Zhongzhou Continent for decades. Over the years, few people's names can be as good as Yan Wushuang.

Overlord, Ninth Sword Cultivator, Monk Meng, Angler, Huang Tian...

The two continents have relatively frequent contact with each other because they have a long history of enmity between them.

Therefore, the rising powers within the two continents will spread.

The three words Yan Wushuang are synonymous with the strongest person under the Emperor of Heaven, and only a few people can stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

As for Chen Fan... his bone age is only over 20 years old.

He fought all the way from the lower world to where he is now, and can stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

How could he not be moved by such a monstrous creature?

Yan Wushuang said calmly: "There are two continents in Dongzhou. There should be someone who sings your name, Chen Fan. Your name will resound throughout both continents."

Real emotion.

Chen Fan was unmoved.

Bathed in the power of the long river of rules, it is like the god of chaos: "If I kill you today, wouldn't my fame be even greater?"

He doesn't care about fame, he just says it casually.

But Yan Wushuang took it seriously.

He nodded seriously: "Back then, my husband, the city lord, fought all the way to win the city of freedom. Now... you, Chen Fan, with your unparalleled fighting power and the absence of the Emperor of Heaven, are naturally qualified to win the title of Lord of Sword City.

."

"So..." Chen Fan looked at the other party.

You haven't finished speaking yet, I know.

Now, please finish.

"hehe."

Yan Wushuang smiled coldly: "Come on, let me see where your final combat power is. If you can't take my next blow, you will die."
To be continued...