Chapter Ninety-Four: Soul Sacrifice Ghost Flute

"The second style of real martial arts, shaking the world!"

Before the bodies of the three protectors fell to the ground, Chen Fan's indifferent voice sounded in their ears again.

Everyone saw his body leap into the air, and almost in a few breaths, he came to the three people in the air, as if there was a bright sun in his hand, exuding a brilliant light, and smashed it towards the three people.

Rumble!

A loud bang came, and the three of Yan Wuji, as if they had been hit by a mountain, smashed towards the ground, and instantly smashed out three big pits.

Burst!

As soon as the three of them fell to the ground, a mouthful of blood spit out, and they looked at Chen Fan in great shock.

They never expected that Chen Fan would be so terrifying.

The three of them attacked together with the Yin Ghost Technique, but he directly converted it and used it against him, and the second move shook the world, and almost broke up the bones of the three of them.

The three of them looked at each other, their eyes full of horror, exchanged a look, and prepared to run away.

"True Martial Third Style, Qingsun and Moon!"

But as soon as Yan Wuji got up from the pit, there was an indifferent voice in his ears, and when he looked forward, his eyes almost popped out.

I saw that at some point, Chen Fan had already come to him, his face was extremely indifferent, and his palm seemed to be slow, but in fact, it was extremely fast and struck at his chest.

He tried to escape, but found a terrifying aura locking him, unable to move at all, and could only watch the palm of his hand against his chest.

Bang!

Before Yan Wuji could scream, he was blown away, flying like a stone into the distance.

Oh my god!

Looking at this scene, Xu Ben and Zhang Code were completely scared, and when they got up, they rushed into the distance.

But two voices sounded in their ears one after another, and they saw that the two of them were also blasted out like a broken kite.

"True Martial Fourth Style, Shake the Void!"

"True Martial Fifth Style, Break Yin and Yang!"

The three of Yan Wuji in the field mourned again and again, but Lu Zhaoming, Xu Yi and others outside the field were completely shocked.

Because the three Yan Wuji, who were invincible before, were bombarded around like dead chickens in Chen Fan's hands at this time.

As soon as they landed in a place, they were blown away by Chen Fan's palm, leaving only the blood and terrible screams in the air, and Chen Fan's indifferent voice to the extreme.

"True Martial Sixth Style"

"True Take"

Looking at the miserable figures of the three of them, everyone swallowed their saliva, as if they were dreaming.

Before, they still felt extremely jealous and afraid of Yan Wuji and the others, but at this time, they actually felt a trace of sympathy for them.

It's miserable!

It's so miserable!

This is simply not a competition, it is simply a pure beating, and it can even be said that it is not a beating, but a masochism.

"Don't fight, don't fight!"

"Ahh

"Master spare your life!"

After Chen Fan made a few moves, the three people who were beaten up couldn't hold it anymore, and begged for mercy one by one.

At this time, the three of them were covered in blood, their faces were swollen like pigs' heads, and their eyes were full of fear when they looked at Chen Fan, and there was no trace of the aura they had before.

However, Chen Fan's face remained unchanged, his hands were round, and he shouted in his mouth: "The eighth style of true martial arts, against the gate of heaven!"

Then I saw that the three people who were wailing were blown out again and fell into the distance.

"Stop!" was blasted away again, Yan Wuji coughed up blood in his mouth, his face was full of anger, he gritted his teeth and looked at Chen Fan and said: "Today's incident is my offense, as long as you bypass the three of us, we swear that we will never step into the southeast in the future, and we will not violate the river water with your well water." ”

"True Martial Ninth Style, Inverted Sky Hammer!"

What answered him was a cold shout, and a violent power fluctuation poured out from Chen Fan's hand and bombarded the three of them fiercely.

"Aren't you afraid of angering my Yin Ghost Sect?" Yan Wuji's face was pale, his eyes were about to breathe fire, and he said: "If you kill the three of me, my Yin Ghost Sect will definitely fight with you endlessly, and the sect master will definitely seek revenge on you personally!"

"Yin Ghost Sect Master!" Hearing this, Xu Yi and the Great Elder were shocked, and then Xu Yi hesitated and said to Chen Fan: "Master Chen, don't forget it, the Yin Ghost Sect Sect Master, it is said that it is already the strength of the Qi Refining Period, it is very terrifying, if these three people are really killed, the Yin Ghost Sect Sect Master will definitely fight with the master endlessly." ”

Chen Fan glanced at him and said indifferently: "If he comes, he will be killed together." ”

After that, it was another clear drink: "True Martial Tenth Style, Hanging Star Dou!"

Yes!

With a miserable scream, Yan Wuji and the three of them were blasted away again, covered in blood and extremely embarrassed.

Hiss!

Looking at Chen Fan's casual appearance, whether it was Xu Yi or Lu Zhaoming and the others, they all gasped.

Xu Yi was okay, but he was shocked by Chen Fan's strength, but the faces of Lu Zhaoming and the others were completely collapsed, and even the three protectors of the Yin Ghost Sect were beaten by him like dogs, so wouldn't it be even worse for him and the others to wait a while.

At the thought of this, their teeth began to chatter, and a great sense of fear permeated their bodies.

"Arrogance!"

And with Chen Fan's tenth style, Yan Wuji was completely enraged, and got up from the ground with difficulty, with a fierce light in his eyes, and suddenly said to the two people behind him: "Sacrifice the soul and ghost flute." ”

"Soul Sacrifice Ghost Flute?" When Xu Ben and Zhang Shui heard this, their faces turned pale instantly.

"Soul Sacrifice Ghost Flute?" Lu Zhaoming was slightly puzzled, looked at the Great Elder on the side and asked, "What is that?"

The Great Elder's face was ugly, and he said: "It is a forbidden thing of the Yin Ghost Sect, only those who are above the Dharma Protector can refine it, and it uses its own soul as a sacrificial object, once it is used, it must be the result of the burning of jade, but the power is extremely terrifying, it is said that five years ago, there was a Yin Ghost Sect Protector who once used this thing to kill a solid peak monk to shock the southeast." ”

"Solid Peak!" Lu Zhaoming's face was shocked, and his gaze flickered as he looked at Chen Fan.

On the one hand, he was afraid that the three protectors of the Yin Ghost Sect would turn himself and others into ghost corpses, and on the other hand, he was afraid that Chen Fan would trouble himself and the others after defeating the three people of the Yin Ghost Sect, so at this time, he simply felt that he was being forced into a desperate situation, and his whole person was about to collapse.

Why did I come to Osan and why did I provoke that pervert?

Two huge questions surfaced in his heart, and then his eyes slowly looked at Wei Lixin, who was full of horror at this time, and his eyes flashed with anger.

If it weren't for this woman, how could he get to such a situation, let alone currying favor with the Wei family, and now even his life would be difficult to protect!

And behind him, those elders of the Lu family also slowly looked at Wei Lixin, and their eyes changed.

Of course, Chen Fan didn't know what they were thinking, and looked at Yan Wuji and the three of them with a calm face.

At this time, they had already taken out a blood-red, strange-shaped flute from their bodies, which was engraved with twisted patterns.