The young master of the imperial palace is very concerned about face.

Be it Huang Qi or Qing Yu, you must have the face you deserve.

Even though he knew that Ninth Sword Cultivator and Yan Wushuang looked down upon him, Qingyu still said it.

"Yeah?"

The voice rang in Qingyu's ears.

"when……"

Qingyu answered subconsciously, but as soon as he said a word, there was a "swish" on his face, and cold sweat fell down.

This voice is so familiar.

The familiar defiance and contempt.

"Whoosh."

Yan Wushuang suddenly turned around and looked at Qingyu.

To be precise, he looked at the twisted space around Qingyu.

There, a figure slowly condensed and took shape.

Who is it if it’s not Chen Fan?

The Ninth Sword Cultivator's pupils shrank for a while, but he didn't say a word.

It was just the fighting spirit in his eyes that betrayed him.

He wants to fight and fight to replace Yan Wushuang.

However, he will not interfere.

"Come."

Chen Fan had a smile on his face.

He actually raised his finger at Yan Wushuang and said, "I'll fight again."

Yan Wushuang raised his eyebrows.

Stronger fighting spirit began to boil.

"boom."

Yan Wushuang exploded.

Where his physical body was, the void exploded, as if a hazy figure came out of the void.

That figure got into Yan Wushuang's eyes.

At this moment, Yan Wushuang was filled with endless brilliance, like a god half standing in the air, making people want to kneel down and kowtow.

Who among these evildoers doesn’t have the means to beat the odds?

The little Vulcan's secret trick is the natural Tao lines between the eyebrows.

Huang Qi, forget it.

Needless to say, Qingyu, as a descendant of the Emperor of Heaven, his background is his greatest foundation.

And Yan Wushuang also has it.

At this moment, Yan Wushuang couldn't even see his true body clearly. He was wrapped in bright Dao patterns, mysterious and powerful.

But you can feel that his aura... is coming to the sky.

The only thing that can be seen clearly is those pair of eyes, which are extremely deep. The scene in them is amazing. Stars are rotating one after another, and there is chaos permeating the sky, as if they are looking at the sky.

"Chen Fan."

Yan Wushuang's voice sounded: "This is my strongest method. Come and see."

His divine eyes opened to the sky and blinked slightly.

"Buzz."

That figure walked out of his pupils again.

In his hand, there is an additional weapon, a halberd, with divine light looming, powerful and breathtaking.

It's weird and terrifying, making people's hearts palpitate.

In mid-air, the figure that once again walked out of Yan Wushuang's eyes was like a god king coming to the world.

Every inch of his skin was glowing, his long hair was hanging loose, and his pressure filled the whole place.

"Come and fight."

Yan Wushuang's voice came from the mouth of the man in front of him.

"Yan Wushuang?"

Chen Fan was surprised: "What kind of method is this?"

Really shocked.

This method is somewhat powerful.

Yan Wushuang said: "I will use the power of the divine pupil to summon the ancient strong man to fight against him."

Understood.

Chen Fan nodded, it turns out he was summoned too.

"Over there, let's fight." Chen Fan smiled lightly.

He stepped forward, each step leaving a clear footprint in the void.

As he stepped forward, a strange rhythm could be heard.

Later, like the sound of Taoism, the heaven and earth resonated with it, and a majestic coercion surged, shocking people's hearts.

far away……

The ninth swordsman clenched his sword tightly, his eyes boiling with fighting spirit.

I can't wait to step forward immediately and fight with these two peerless geniuses.

puff.

Suddenly, Qingyu coughed up blood and staggered back.

"What's going on?"

Qingyu was shocked.

At this moment, she felt like her heart was being stepped on step by step by Chen Fan's footsteps.

This situation is invincible.

The king comes to the world, who else can I do?

"waste."

The ninth sword cultivator glanced at Qingyu contemptuously.

It's such a waste, it can't even withstand the pressure.

But Chen Fan and Yan Wushuang didn't even bother to look at Qingyu.

At this moment, they only have eyes for each other.

"Click."

A thunderbolt exploded.

That was Chen Fan's method, a thunder whip dodged and whipped towards Yan Wushuang.

"open."

The ancient strong man summoned by Yan Wushuang, holding a halberd, rushed out instantly.

With a flash of rays of light, the halberd bloomed with radiant light, and killing intent erupted.

In an instant, there was a loud wind and thunder.

There was a roar, and the thunder was split into pieces by the halberd.

On the sky, there was a stream of light, and the void trembled, as if it was about to shatter.

"kill."

Tiancongyun sword blooms.

The sword slashed open and collided with the halberd.

boom.

The halberd exploded, the light illuminated the sky, and scattered many elements in all directions, which was extremely terrifying.

This endless light all comes from his own halberd, piercing the sky with unimaginable power.
To be continued...