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Eight hundred and seventieth IX beheaded to kill

The terrifying ability of the third-level sword body of the Lingxi Sword made Chen Pan extremely surprised. 1. With this ability, no matter who he fights with in the future, he will have innate advantages.

This time, I no longer hold the Lingxi Sword in my hand, and I know how to do sword skills at all. This fighting method is purely to attack others' strengths with my own shortcomings. I control the Lingxi Sword and slash towards the quasi-saint of the Great Realm. Chen Pan himself condensed the power of the dragon fist and his arms, and the tiger and tigers were born with wind...

Yellow River One buzzed and flew towards the Taiyi Golden Immortals. The battle here was no longer useful. The three thousand and six hundred immortal swords were powerful. Although the quantitative change could not produce a real qualitative change, under Chen Pan's urging, the attack power of the light theory was quite close to the holy weapon. The dozens of Taiyi Golden Immortals could not resist, let alone support this side. Now with the addition of Yellow River One, I believe that the battle will be resolved faster than this side.

Lingxi Sword disrupts the sword's Taoist pattern, making the quasi-saint at the Great Success Realm unable to exert tens of strength 1. Taiyi's body is as solid as a rock, and the sword energy after being weakened cannot cause substantial damage at all. The Star Dou array can capture the enemy's initiative and can also bless him, making Chen Pan's strength and speed even more terrifying. In addition to the fierce and domineering Dragon Fist, the quasi-saint at the Great Success Realm fell into a disadvantage as soon as they fought.

Without magic weapons, Chen Pan was not good at defense, so he simply let go of everything, punched and kicked each other, and attacked fiercely, forcing the quasi-saint of the Great Realm.

I thought Chen Pan would be extremely difficult, but I didn't expect the situation to be completely opposite. Only one person had the upper hand, which made the onlookers sigh in his heart.

"Oh, Chen Pan is so powerful. It seems that there is no hope for those who want to take revenge on Zhao Lei from him."

"How long has it been? A few years ago, wasn't he even able to beat the Ouyang family in Wucheng at the peak of Taiyi Golden Immortality? Now he can compete with the quasi-saint of the Dacheng Realm. This is outrageous."

"You know, is the general Taiyi Golden Immortal of the Ouyang family? The quasi-saint of the Ouyang family must be honest in front of him. Being able to escape from his hands is already a symbol of strength."

"I have seen people who practice two Taoist patterns at the same time, but it is rare to be able to practice mental power and physical skills to this level at the same time. There is also the ability to control magic weapons with this hand. If the realm is the same, Chen Pan may not be weaker than Zhao Lei."

Those who were ready to move had already given up their minds at this moment. The quasi-saints and saints at the peak of the Evil Valley were strictly prohibited from taking action at will. Now even the quasi-saints at the Great Success Realm cannot do anything to Chen Pan. As long as he doesn't provoke them on his own initiative, who else is afraid of? I'm afraid that only the saint who kills the Saint sits down and has the ability to fight. Many people's eyes flashed strange light from time to time and they have other ideas.*

Chen Pan did not hear the discussions of everyone. At this moment, he was focused on 1. He was familiar with the third-level sword body of Lingxi Sword. In his body, the Pan Jue and the Bo Jue are Yang, and the mental power is Yin. Hardness and softness are combined, and the mystery is infinite. Outside the body, Yin and Yang are even useful.

The Lingxi Sword is formed by the condensation of spiritual power and becomes Yin, and the Dragon Fist is formed by the Tao pattern of the blessing power of Pan Jue and the Blessing Jue, which is Yang. The circulation of Yin and Yang can actually make the two respond to each other.

This feeling is very mysterious. It is difficult to grasp when it first appears, but as the battle grows longer, the feeling becomes clearer and clearer, and gradually, it feels like flowing clouds and water, making the attack power of both stronger.

The battle on the other side has ended. Three thousand and six hundred immortal swords and Yellow River No. 1, the Taiyi Golden Immortals could not stop them and were all killed. When they arrived in such a place, they would have no choice but to break up. Since they had already broken up, there was no room for maneuver. Chen Pan naturally would not show mercy anymore. Not only these Taiyi Golden Immortals, but also the silver-haired man, Chen Pan did not intend to let go.

Even if he lets him go for the second time today, he will not be grateful. He will only think about how to use more vicious methods to plot against him. He will simply kill him. He will end up with all his troubles. Even if he has a huge problem, he will not lose.

The Lingxi Sword and Dragon Fist echo each other, and the quasi-saint in the Great Success Realm is already hard to move forward. Three thousand and six hundred immortal swords form the Heavenly Sword and slash it directly. Even if he practices the sword Tao pattern, it is extremely uncomfortable.

"Kill him, kill him, what do you do? Even if you are one level higher than him, you can't beat him." Someone was roaring loudly. It was the silver-haired man who had woken up at this moment, and his face couldn't tell whether it was anger or fear.

The quasi-saint was already unbearable, and at this moment, the silver-haired man roared, making him feel more and more unbearable. Under Chen Pan's crazy attack, he finally revealed his flaw and was hit by a dragon fist in the head. Then the Lingxi sword stabbed from the top of his head, penetrated directly through his body, and died instantly.

The third-level sword body is the real Lingxi sword, and it will not disappear even if it is killed.

As soon as the quasi-saint died, the silver-haired man finally panicked and ran away. However, Chen Pan would not let him go 1.

The speed is not the best for both of them, but although Chen Pan, who practiced the Panzhi and the Pride of the Art, were far less rapid than Zhao Lei, he had great advantages in the same realm. With the support of the speed of the Star Dou Array, he would catch up with the other party in three steps and two steps.

"If you give you a chance, don't want it. If you want to kill me, I can only send you to death." Chen Pan sneered, revealing his murderous aura.

The silver-haired man was like a playboy disciple. He was extremely arrogant when he was in power. At this moment, he was not as good as others. Coupled with Chen Pan's fierce murderous intent, he finally couldn't help but shout: "Help, help!"

"Let me see who will save you. You are right. This is the Evil Valley. Play whatever you want." Chen Pan laughed. At this time, he was killing all over the world. I believe no one dared to come out.

However, the facts immediately proved that he was wrong. A quasi-saint at the primary level suddenly rushed over: "Chen Pan, since you have won, why should you kill them all?"

"Get out!" Chen Pan was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. The Dragon Fist and Lingxi Sword rushed out together, blasting the quasi-saint away. Then many magic weapons entangled him and smashed him directly into the back of the silver-haired man's head. If this punch was to be solid, the other party would undoubtedly die.

"Grandpa, help!" the silver-haired man shouted, and in fear, his voice trembled and tears fell.

"No one can save you." Chen Pan laughed.

"It's so arrogant. Can you be invincible?" Suddenly, a roar came from the valley, shaking the sky, and the whole evil mountain seemed to be shaking. Then, a huge palm covered with a terrible cold air.

The terrifying aura made people almost unable to help but kneel down. The huge palm was still in the air, and Chen Pan felt that a thousand-year-old ice cellar had turned around, and the boundless cold air penetrated into his bones.

Such a terrifying formation, there is no doubt that a saint took action.
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