Chapter 415: The Art of Imperial Weapons

"Sword out!"

As soon as the words fell, before everyone could react, they heard him burst into applause.

At this moment, he has really moved his killing intent, if he doesn't kill Chen Fan, I am afraid that he will have a fatal threat to the Peng family in the future, and Peng Ze will definitely die!

So this time, he didn't ramble at all, but directly cast a spell.

Shout!

I could only hear that under this explosion, stretched out in the Peng family, a strange energy fluctuation suddenly emanated, and it instantly permeated the entire Peng family.

The next moment, with a piercing sound of breaking wind, a huge sword rushed into the sky!

The sword is simple, the whole body is blue-gray, there are ancient patterns carved on it, exuding a vicissitudes of life, the most amazing thing is that the sword seems to have spirituality, after arriving in the field, I don't see Peng Huaibei have any movements, but it is constantly rotating around him!

"A spiritual artifact?"

Seeing this ancient sword, Chen Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said lightly.

The biggest change between the cultivator and the Qi refining period is that he can cultivate his divine sense, and the power of divine consciousness is not only extremely weird, but also has many uses, and the imperial weapon is one of the important roles!

The monk exerts the power of divine consciousness on the instrument, which can kill people for hundreds of miles, and can prevent the weapon in the air

However, not all instruments can withstand the power of the monk's divine sense, only those real killing weapons can be used for this, this kind of equipment is called a spiritual weapon!

The so-called spiritual weapon is a killing weapon that a cultivator uses to use precious materials and special methods to exercise, and Chen Fan, who is the Nine Peerless Immortal Venerable, is extremely familiar with this.

However, it was the first time he had seen a spiritual weapon on Earth!

Although this ancient sword is only a first-grade spiritual weapon, it is already a natural treasure on this planet where the spiritual energy is thin!

"A little insight," hearing this, Peng Huaibei's eyes narrowed, but then he said coldly: "However, the sword will see blood, give me death!"

Bang!

As soon as the words fell, everyone was shocked to see it, as he gently pinched out a magic trick with both hands, the sword buzzed violently, and the next moment, there was a whistling, accompanied by a clear sound, and shot towards Chen Fan.

The speed was so fast that almost the space made a grinding sound, and the power was so great that a bottomless ravine appeared on the ground in front of the Peng family!

Hiss!

Seeing this terrifying scene, everyone in the Peng family gasped and was speechless in shock.

The art of the imperial weapon is the first time they have seen Peng Huaibei perform, this sword has always been maintained in the back mountains of the Peng family, except for Peng Huaibei, no one can get close, I didn't expect it to be such a big killer!

"Nine Dragons turn!"

However, before the expressions on their faces could recover, they froze again.

Seeing that in the face of the cyan sword that was wrapped in terrifying coercion, Chen Fan's face was a little solemn, but he still shouted unhurriedly.

Roar!

As soon as the words fell, I saw that under his feet, a large area of fiery red energy fluctuations suddenly swept out, like an ocean, and the next moment, from the ocean, nine red dragons rose into the sky, heading towards the sword!

Bang!

In the blink of an eye, Kowloon collided with the sword.

I saw that the cyan sword, like a dragon-slaying sword, had just come into contact with the red dragon, and it was cut from its body and rushed towards Chen Fan.

However, in the beginning, this sword killed the red dragon like cutting tofu, but the further back it went, the more difficult it became, and when it pierced the last red dragon, although the red dragon dissipated, the power on the sword was also exhausted.

In the end, after it left a bloody wound on Chen Fan's shoulder, it whimpered, and it was a whirlwind to Peng Huaibei's side.

"Sword Shadow!"

Looking at the dripping wound on Chen Fan's shoulder, Peng Huaibei's eyes narrowed, and then he continued to shout angrily.

Although this ancient sword caused damage to Chen Fan, it obviously did not achieve the goal of killing Chen Fan, so without hesitation, he launched a second attack under the shocked gaze of everyone.

Woohoo!

In an instant, I saw that the sharp sword seemed to have regained its vitality again, and in an instant, it shot towards Chen Fan again.

And this time, in addition to the sword itself, around the sword body, dozens of ancient sword lights and shadows emerged, like a killing array, wanting to put Chen Fan to death!

Boom!

Looking at the terrifying formation, many people in the Peng family swallowed their saliva, and at this moment, looking at the red-eyed appearance of these two people in the field, they finally understood their insignificance!

"Ten Directions Floating Slaughter!"

But before they could say anything, they suddenly saw that in the face of the dozens of whistling swords, Chen Fan burst out and shouted.

Bang!

In an instant, around him, a golden light rippled out, and immediately, a huge golden bell appeared in the air.

Click!

Almost the moment the golden bell appeared, the ancient sword and the sword shadow it carried had already arrived in front of him.

First, a sword shadow shot at the Admiralty, instantly causing a crack to appear in the Admiralty, but the gap was not huge.

Click, click!

Then, with the dozens of sword shadows that followed, there were more and more cracks on the golden bell, and finally, it spread all over the bell body!

Peng Huaibei is an innate monk, and he also has the power of this spiritual weapon, and the power is terrifying!

Rumble!

Eventually, with a bang, the bell completely collapsed.

At this time, the ancient sword just swept in front of Chen Fan, although the light had dimmed a lot, but after all, there was still a trace of power in it.

Woohoo!

Everyone saw the ancient sword swept in front of Chen Fan, and finally returned to Peng Huaibei's side.

At this time, Chen Fan's body was drenched in blood, and the wounds were shocking, obviously, facing Peng Huaibei, a congenital stage monk, he seemed to be one point behind in the realm after all!

But before everyone could cheer, they were stunned.

I saw that Chen Fan didn't pay attention to the wounds on his body at all, but slowly raised his head, looked at Peng Huaibei and smiled coldly: "What hole cards do you have, go on." ”

"Look for death!" Hearing this calm voice, even Peng Huaibei shouted angrily.

And the next moment, his eyes flashed, and then as if he had made up his mind, he looked at Chen Fan and said coldly: "Fellow Daoist, you can force me to this point, you are still the first person in ten years, since you entered the innate stage, I will no longer perform the art of refining the body."

Speaking of this, he paused slightly, but the next moment, a terrifying energy fluctuation was conceived in his body, and his murderous voice continued to sound in everyone's ears.

"But today, in order to kill you, why don't I do it again!"