As soon as the aura of nine thousand drops exploded, even a master of seven thousand drops of true liquid had to retreat! At this moment, there were few people in this place who could stand, this momentum was too strong, under the five heavens, he was almost the first person!

Chen Fan couldn't help frowning, under this strong wind, even he himself was blown back and forth, standing unsteadily, and the terrifying aura seemed to turn into substance, full of vigor, rushing towards his face.

This made Chen Fan unable to resist.

Chen Fan's face was dignified, so strong!

The peak of the four heavens, nine thousand drops of true liquid, this is really not something that you can resist!

"A monk in the little northern state dares to call himself a genius. The breath soared, Han Qingzhu walked step by step, his face was cold, there was a demonic aura on his body, and he carried his hands behind his back, "I'll let you take a look, what is a genius!"

"Save you to be such a frog at the bottom of a well. ”

"Cloud Coverer!"

With a low shout, a palm slapped, and endless clouds and smoke filled up, transforming into a big hand made of smoke clouds between heaven and earth, grabbing towards Chen Fan, this big hand was empty and empty, enough to pinch and explode a master of six thousand drops of true liquid in an instant.

The big hand came, Chen Fan's face was solemn, and he had to make a move to meet it, as soon as he raised his hand, a punch blasted out, and a big hand blasted out, and the void trembled and shook.

Chen Fan's face was cold, and he slammed down.

Rumble.

The two collided, and the suffocating breath erupted from this small space, and the endless energy was like a hurricane, sweeping away in all directions, rolling and moving, the middle-aged man's expression changed greatly, he stood unsteadily, and the person kept retreating backwards.

The direct collision of such a master is too terrifying to be underestimated!

With a punch, Chen Fan's chest was tight, his blood was churning, and he was almost unstable on his feet, constantly retreating backwards, kicking and kicking, and retreating seven or eight steps in one breath, which was the unloading of this power.

"It's so strong. Chen Fan couldn't help but say secretly.

The master of the four heavens of transformation is really strong.

Han Qingzhu was carrying a hand on his back, and the person stood on top of this void, flying downward, shouting in his mouth, "Come again", with one punch, he rushed towards Chen Fan, and the power of ten punches must blast Chen Fan into meat residue.

Chen Fan raised his head, stepped on his footsteps, and a cyan pen appeared in his hand.

A cyan inkstone, a pen.

This is the treasure obtained after killing Han Laozu, the cyan pen is as thick as a bucket, like heavy black steel, the inkstone is like a mountain, flashing cold luster, the green inkstone is the main guard, and the green pen is the main killing.

As soon as the two things came out, the green inkstone appeared, shrouded in the sky above Chen Fan's head, exuding endless brilliance, and the blue light was hazy.

The green pen appeared in his hand, and there was no softness of Wenbao, but it was full of a sharp killing aura, and the murderous aura went straight to the sky, shocking the six fields, just this breath, it made people's hearts tremble.

Chen Fan held a big pen in his hand, shouted, and pointed towards this Han Qingzhu.

With Chen Fan's strength, it is not enough to match Han Qingzhu, with these two treasures, he has a little killing power, and Chen Fan didn't bother to use these two things before, but now, this Han Qingzhu made Chen Fan feel a little pressure.

With the addition of two magic weapons, Chen Fan's strength soared.

People hold magic weapons, such as generals holding handles, and get twice the result with half the effort.

The golden true qi frantically poured in, and the killing aura of the green pen rushed into the sky, almost cutting through the sky, trembling silently, and a stroke of the hand pointed towards Han Qingzhu, from the tip of the nose, the heavy cyan light overwhelmed and slammed down.

Han Qingzhu punched out and swooped down from the sky, shaking the cyan pen.

Without dodging or dodging, he smashed down with a punch, and the wave-like aura erupted from this large pen, and the waves of qi were heavy, constantly spreading around, Han Qingzhu was finally knocked back, his face changed, and he felt the power of this big cyan pen.

"Come again!"

Chen Fan grabbed the green pen with his arm fiercely, like a 10,000-pound iron rod in wheel, smashing the void, his face suddenly became fierce, and he smashed it hard.

Hit!

But Han Qingzhu's arm also grasped the big cyan pen, he roared, the muscles of his arms bulged high, unreasonably thick, his arms were black, bulging like a horse's legs.

The brazen power soared from his arms, and this Han Qingzhu was also ruthless.

With one foot on the void, nine thousand drops of power buzzed, and they all burst out, and they all burst out vigorously from this large cyan pen, shaking the blow hard, and finally this large pen flew out directly.

"You want to kill me with this little means, it's a little tender!"

Han Qingzhu said coldly.

With a footstep, the person reached the void again, and a punch slammed down, the five fingers were put together, and the killing qi burst out from the fist, and the golden light overflowed, filling the sky, and a punch slammed on this green inkstone.

The green inkstone shook violently, and it was almost shaken, but this green inkstone was like a mountain, majestic and positive, and the boundless cyan light splashed down, boundless, protecting Chen Fan below, Han Qingzhu's punch couldn't work.

When he wants to do it again, Chen Fan has already killed him.

With this one person, dealing with this Han Qingzhu, he was evenly matched for a while.

"Your opponent is me. On the side, the middle-aged Uncle Guan was still in a daze, and a cold voice had sounded from behind, this Uncle Guan was hairy, and the roots of his hair exploded from his body.

Before he could turn his head, a small cold hand reached out from behind and came directly to pluck off his head.

From that amateur hand, an astonishing killing intent rushed up, without a trace of emotion.

When facing this Li Wanji, Uncle Guan was even more frightened than facing Chen Fan, at the moment, he couldn't dodge, but his body twisted strangely, his neck was crooked to the side at ninety degrees, and his body was unreasonably "fractured", avoiding this blow.

It turns out that he is also a person who has reached the body of immaculate, and can do some unbelievable and seemingly unreasonable things.

only to dodge this blow, Li Wanji has so much experience in battle, his face does not change, and his kick has changed his moves, the previous shot has become a false shot, a kick, straight to this person's chest, murderous and wanton, this kick is enough to kick anyone's sternum, Uncle Guan was shocked, his palms poked out, and smashed on this Li Wanji's legs.

But these palms smashed it, but it was like smashing on the iron plate that was flying at great speed, Li Wanji hit his shoulder, and repeatedly changed his moves, this Uncle Guan finally couldn't change his moves, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body fell back.

Li Wanji walked step by step, drew a sword, pointed forward, and under his feet, the blood-colored ghost mist spread.

The void is silent.

Uncle Guan broke out in cold sweat on his forehead, and after a while, this ghost mist swallowed him. Li Wanji hadn't taken too much True Yuan Essence Blood, and her cultivation had only improved slightly, but compared to a month ago, there was not much progress.

Right now, I can only deal with this one Uncle Guan with all my might.

This stems from the fact that the two of them don't have enough true essence blood in their hands, so they can only supply one person and disperse it to two people, so it's better to concentrate on one person to improve it, otherwise, what's the use of having two more people who can deal with seven thousand drops of true liquid?

Still can't deal with this Han Qingzhu.

At the moment, Chen Fan and this Han Qingzhu fought together, this is worthy of the top master from Zhongzhou, nine thousand true liquid, once killed his own nine thousand drops of true liquid master, now his strength can hardly shake the strength of the five heavens, the master of ten thousand drops of true liquid! But with Chen Fan, with two magic weapons, he killed a close match.

In the void, an inkstone and two shadows worked together to kill this Han Qingzhu, Han Qingzhu's flying sword was entangled in rags, and he only used his fists to fight against Chen Fan, and his fists were cultivated like magic weapons, which were indestructible.

A punch was thrown out, and the void trembled.

Chen Fan roared, the cyan pen smashed down from the void, the cyan pen pointed out a trace of rhyme, the void was like ripples, spreading out to both sides, Han Qingzhu punched away, the blood on the tiger's mouth burst out, and finally couldn't match it, the person flew out at once, smashed on the mountain wall, and vomited blood.

One turned over, the aura on his body was not only not weakened, but even more ferocious, Han Qingzhu was extremely hideous, and roared, "Return!" He bit the tip of his tongue with blood, and a mouthful of essence blood spurted out.

As soon as the essence blood spurted out, he had this essence blood in his hand, and quickly wrote the word "return" in the void!

As soon as he wrote the words, Chen Fan's face changed, and he felt that the flying sword from the rags, which was originally dead and silent, trembled again, and then it was unstoppable at a rapid speed, and he was about to get out of trouble.

However, in the blink of an eye, with a bang, the rags could not support it, and it was completely torn apart, and the cold air rushed to the sky, and the flying sword of the ice crack broke out again!