Hearing Chen Hetu's words, Fan Daocheng smiled bitterly.

Normally, he would have been angry.

But now, he is very happy in his heart, and naturally he will not argue with Chen Hetu.

He held a long sword and said to Chen Hetu: "Since this is what you said, I won't be polite."

"Come on, let's take action." Chen Hetu stood there indifferently, looking at Fan Daocheng.

The reason why he didn't kill Fan Daocheng immediately was intentional.

He felt that killing Fan Daocheng directly would not be enough to vent his anger.

Especially when he thought of the wounds on Yun Xiaoyue and Dugu Qingyi's bodies, he hated Fan Daocheng even more.

He is a very strange person. He does not remember very clearly what others do to him, but he remembers clearly what others do to the people he cares about, whether it is small or big things.

Therefore, he agreed to Fan Daocheng's request just to give Fan Daocheng hope and then make him despair.

He wanted Fan Daocheng to know that all his decisions were wrong.

Chen Hetu and his friends are not something Fan Daocheng can touch.

Fan Daocheng is no match for him!

Fan Daocheng drew his sword very quickly!

He knew that Chen Hetu was now at the first level of the Great Power Realm and was far from his opponent, so he wanted to use the strongest sword move to kill Chen Hetu directly while Chen Hetu didn't react.

Perhaps, Chen Hetu couldn't react and died directly under his own sword.

By that time, those treasures may also be yours!

Thinking of this, Fan Daocheng couldn't help but smile on his face, but there was greed in his smile.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

His sword is not only fast, but also powerful.

Although he had a broken arm, the strength he displayed was indeed quite powerful.

At least twice as powerful as some ordinary sect leaders and family elders.

However, with his strength, even if Chen Hetu has lowered his level to the first level of the Great Power Realm, his speed is still too slow and his power is not strong enough.

This mainly depends on the fact that although Chen Hetu's level has declined, his strength is still there, his understanding of sword moves, his understanding of body skills, these things are still there.

This is also the reason why he is confident in lowering his realm to the first level of the Great Power Realm.

He had even thought about how to deal with Fan Daocheng.

Seeing that Fan Daocheng's sword was still half a meter away from him, Chen Hetu calmly stretched out his palm and began to gather his palm power.

He instantly gathered twelve levels of palm power.

When the sword in Fan Daocheng's hand was still twenty centimeters away from him, Chen Hetu's palm, which had gathered twelve levels of palm power, swung it out instantly.

"boom!"

A huge palm wind emanated from Chen Hetu's palm.

Fan Daocheng's expression changed drastically.

He did not expect that Chen Hetu, who had lowered his realm to the first level of the Great Power Realm, could still use such terrifying palm techniques.

"this......"

He didn't have time to make any response. The palm wind directly collided with him and sent him and his sword flying backwards.

"Bang!"

He fell heavily to the ground and vomited blood.

"Puff puff!"

Fan Daocheng vomited three mouthfuls of blood and turned pale.

Chen Hetu used the Phantom Step to come to Fan Daocheng, looked down at Fan Daocheng again, and slowly uttered two words.

"That's it??"

Fan Daocheng raised his head and looked at Chen Hetu blankly.

He can't understand!
Chapter completed!