Song Yuanhao's eyes were sneering and cold, looking at this, Pang Zhiyun, who was rushing towards him frantically, he was like looking at a dead man, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his face was full of disdain and ridicule.

Pang Zhiyun roared, single-handedly crossed the horse, and rushed towards this Song Yuanhao.

With this knife, he is going to kill this Song Yuanhao.

However, there are a lot of people who are stopping in front of Song Yuanhao at the moment, seven or eight masters of the Cangxuan faction, their faces are expressionless, as if looking at a dead person, they go directly to this Pang Zhiyun, this Pang Zhiyun is a person of the Pang family's Tianzi generation, one of the masters.

He ranked third in the Pang family, and he was a master of the Five Realms of Spirit Refining.

At the moment, one person and one knife, in his hand, he has almost forced out the knife qi.

And these people are still retreating, and with a knife past, this Pang Zhiyun slashed several people one after another, and went straight to this Song Yuanhao, seeing that he would be less than ten steps away from this Song Yuanhao.

From this Pang Yunyun's eyes, a trace of blood broke out directly.

He was doing this, and there was a churn of blood in his chest.

In the previous battle, he had already been seriously injured, and at this time, he could barely resist it, and swallowed this mouthful of blood hard, Pang Zhiyun stepped on his feet and went straight to this Song Yuanhao.

At this time, beside Song Yuanhao, an old man couldn't help but shake his head.

"It's time to finish. ”

The old man said lightly, with a hint of indifference in his tone, he stepped out of this Song Yuanhao's side.

This Song Yuanhao, a member of the Pang family who is not of the same race, this time, in order to climb from this ancient martial arts family to his own Cangxuan faction and obtain the identity of an inner disciple, he did not hesitate to sell the entire Pang family.

He also despises this kind of person very much.

However, disdain is disdain, after all, this person is serving their Cangxuan faction, what to say, he can't let this person die here, at the moment, as soon as he stepped on it, his body shook slightly, and he went forward, and the next moment, he appeared behind this Pang Zhiyun.

With a palm, he ran fiercely towards the back of this Pang Zhiyun.

Pang Zhiyun was shocked, but at this moment, he couldn't avoid it.

The old man's face was indifferent, and with this palm, the breath of the realm of heaven and man burst out in an instant, and it poured into this Pang Zhiyun's body, and in just a moment, it almost completely destroyed him!

Pang Yiyun opened his mouth, and with a "wow", the whole person's blood was already vomiting, and as soon as his eyes turned black, he became even more sloppy.

The terrifying power has come to destroy him, and his internal organs have all been shattered!

Song Yuanhao sneered, standing on a high place, condescending, and looked at this Pang Zhiyun coldly.

"Die!" The Cangxuan Sect elder had a hideous face, and he took a step forward, pulled out a knife, and slashed it from behind this Pang Yun, "poof", this knife pierced his body, nailing him to the ground alive.

Pang Zhiyun's eyes were gloomy, revealing a trace of remorse and unwillingness, and he left this world.

"The weak. ”

Song Yuanhao chuckled, lowered his head, took out a handkerchief, wiped his trouser leg, and accidentally got a drop of blood sprayed by this Pang Zhiyun......

A sword aura came horizontally, ten meters away, this He Changsong took this sword hard, the whole person vomited blood, and flew out upside down at once, and his eyes were almost dilated.

He gasped roughly, his face a little frightened.

This Pang Ancestor has become too strong all of a sudden! He is almost close to having already passed the three calamities and is about to become an innate master!

"Hmph, how long can you hold on now?" This He Changsong laughed wildly, his face looked extremely hideous, and he wiped the corners of his mouth, his face was not afraid at all.

It's been more than seven minutes, and even if this Pang Lao Ancestor can fight, he will soon run out of gas!

When he runs out of oil, then it will be his death immediately!

He Changsong's eyes were hideous and crazy, in his eyes, this Pang Lao Zu was already just a dead man, and all he needed to do was to delay, delay this time!

"Really?" Pang Lao Zu strode forward, his eyes were cold, and there was no fear at all.

He was also clear about his own situation, but his face was not afraid, "It's enough to kill you!"

Pang Lao Zu was cold, and this time, from this face of his, an endless cold color appeared, this Pang Lao Zu stepped forward, and his body turned into an afterimage, and he came straight to this He Changsong.

He Changsong's heart couldn't help but jump suddenly, this Pang Lao Ancestor couldn't last long, he didn't know this, but he was afraid that he was afraid, this person didn't care about life or death, and he would break the net with himself at such a time.

Then, this will be difficult! He Changsong gritted his teeth, stood up, and reluctantly fought with this Pang Old Ancestor.

However, in less than a minute, this He Changsong completely revealed his defeat, this Pang Lao Zu's body jumped high, and this knife came straight to his head, He Changsong was shocked, he was already unavoidable!

At this moment, this Pang Old Ancestor's body couldn't help but tremble, he lowered his head suddenly, his big eyes like copper bells widened, on his chest, this knife had pierced his chest, and the blood gushed out, almost unstoppable.

Pang Laozu turned his head with difficulty, just behind him, faintly, some blood condensed, and it changed into the appearance of this burial person Zheng Qing, Zheng Qing's face was blank, "Old man, you are old, you have to toss these haves and haves." ”

"In that case, then, the old man will personally send you on the road!"

As he spoke, Zheng Qing's face became more and more hideous, and the knife was sent forward more and more forcefully, and with a snort, the blood on the chest of this Pang Old Ancestor had splashed out uncontrollably.

Zheng Qing stretched out his hand and wiped the blood on his face, his face was full of bloodthirst.

"Old thing. From the ground, this He Changsong had already gotten up, with a hideous look on his face, and at the moment, from this front, he kicked on the chest of this Pang Lao Zu, "Bang", the bones on the chest of this Pang Lao Zu were all shattered, and the whole person's eyes were gloomy, and his expression disappeared completely.

Pulling out the knife, this Pang Lao Zu's body twitched, and then fell, the whole person's qi and blood declined, and in a short moment, it was completely turned into a dry corpse, Pang Lao Zu, dead.

And in the small virtual realm, Chen Fan looked happy, "It's done!"

Behind him, this shadow slowly emerged, stood up, this shadow was exactly the same as himself, the first shadow of the Nine Shadows Divine Skill had been refined! Chen Fan closed his eyes and couldn't help but feel it silently.

This shadow is one with oneself, and it is still hidden in one's own shadow.

As long as people who have never fought with Chen Fan will not know Chen Fan's hole card at all, Chen Fan suddenly used it, this can almost become the most powerful killer weapon! Moreover, between the breath of this shadow, you can feel this endless stream of aura, pouring into his body bit by bit.

Chen Fan is ecstatic, the human figure is one, the greatest use of this Nine Shadows Divine Skill!

This also means that as long as Chen Fan's shadow is there, Chen Fan can even go out to fight with people while his body, and this shadow is cultivating at home to provide himself with a trace of strength.

This is completely impossible for any one person!

Chen Fan looked satisfied, he stood up and moved his arm, "Well, it's been so long since I've been in retreat, and I don't know what this outside world has become, why don't you go and take a look?"

Chen Fan's eyes flickered, and at that moment, with one step in his footsteps, he left this small virtual realm.

And at the door of this small virtual realm, a little disciple of the Pang family, dressed in green clothes, trembling, looked at himself, this child was less than one meter five tall, thirteen years old, with a childish look on his face, at the moment, before this life and death, a light and shadow flashed, and Chen Fan walked out of this step.

As soon as he saw this flash of light and shadow, Chen Fan came out, and this little disciple's eyes first widened suddenly, incredulous, and then, he rubbed his eyes again.

"Mr. Mo, you're out!"

Almost with a hint of crying, this little disciple suddenly flew towards Chen Fan himself, and grabbed Chen Fan's sleeve, Chen Fan couldn't help but be startled, and quickly turned his head to look at this child.