Junhou's body stiffened slightly, and when he looked forward, he only felt that his limbs were a little cold.

From behind Chen Fan, a tall shadow slowly stood up.

"What is this ......?"

The prince couldn't help but mutter.

Don't say it's a prince, on this North Wolf Mountain, these countless monks are also raising their heads one by one at the moment, their pupils are constricted, the expression of the whole person is motionless, and their bodies are unable to move, looking at this terrifying shadow standing up from behind Chen Fan.

"This time, I'm going to leave you blind. Chen Fan said slowly.

"It's that!" Wu Buzheng's forehead was sweating like rain, others didn't recognize it, but he recognized Chen Fan's mastery.

Chen Fan raised his hand, his movements were very slow, but the entire North Wolf Mountain was seriously watching Chen Fan's action, his fist was raised, and the shadow behind him was also like an imitation, raising his fist, punching, and slowly slamming down.

Two fists, exactly the same. The Da Ming Fist broke out again, and the punch from behind Chen Fan's Da Ming Fist was three points stronger than Chen Fan's body.

Such two punches, two huge fists enlarged in the pupils of the prince, and they were completely devastating.

The prince's whole body did not move, but only froze in place.

He didn't know how to block it.

Can this punch be blocked?

Can you stop it?

I'm afraid, no!

In the night sky, everyone watched, Chen Fan's fist hit the body of this prince, and with one punch, the clothes on the prince's body completely collapsed, and the Fang Tian painting halberd in his hand was crossed in front of him, directly broken, and the torso of the quilt was almost blown up, flesh and blood flew sideways, and people fell from this sky like meteors.

Bang, smashed into this land, the whole earth trembled for a moment, and the top of Yuelu was torn apart.

North Wolf Mountain, cracked!

Fallen God punches.

Everyone was suffocated, and they could only watch the huge fist that Chen Fan stretched out in the void.

And under this fist, the peak state of the prince could not withstand this punch, and he was beaten to life and death.

North Wolf Mountain, abandoned.

All the essence was absorbed, and the essence on the North Wolf Mountain was completely gone, and the grass and trees withered.

After another blow, the mountain was torn apart and was close to collapsing.

Stirring.

The people below were stunned for a long time, unable to say a word, and finally Chen Fan's body slowly flew down, and flew into this big pit, which was a huge sinkhole with a diameter of ten meters, at the bottom of this sinkhole, half of Junhou's body had disappeared, flesh foam was flying, and his cheeks were full of blood.

He looked at Chen Fan directly, and there was a burst of "ho-ho", a meaningless sound from his mouth, this ho-ho, blood gushing out uncontrollably from his mouth.

He didn't even die for a while.

Chen Fan walked to his side, condescendingly, glanced at him indifferently, and raised his foot.

Step on. With a poof, his head shattered like a watermelon. The air was suddenly silent.

It's over. The battle on the North Wolf Mountain ended with Chen Fan killing this prince, who was once prominent for a while, and the prince who was famous in Kyushu fell, and died in the hands of an unknown person, I am afraid that few people in the world will know about this.

Slowly walked out of the sinkhole, there was silence all around, only to see the smoke and dust slowly dissipate, this Chen Fan took out a piece of cloth from his arms, and wiped the blood stains on his hands very seriously.

Walking into the book pavilion, it was still quiet, Wu Buzheng sat on the ground, his hair was scattered, and he was sluggish.

The whole person's high-spirited appearance disappeared completely.

There is no longer the appearance of the ghost boy of the past.

"Mr. Chen?" Han Wuya took a step forward, Chen Fan raised his hand and blocked him, but looked at this Wu Buzheng and said, "I have to, create a drought ghost queen, this is a masterpiece of your life, you can do this, it is amazing enough." ”

"Success and defeat, that's all. Wu Buzheng raised his head, there was no hysteria, only calm.

"But I'm not convinced. ”

"It doesn't matter. Chen Fan shook his head, raised a hand, and slapped it towards Wu Buzheng, the golden light turned into a golden hand in the void, and this palm slapped over, Wu Buzheng jumped up and roared, the demon hand under his right shoulder trembled, and countless black scales appeared on the skin, and with a palm, it blasted towards Chen Fan, and the black light on the scales flickered, full of suffocating taste.

The demonic aura permeated from this Wu Buzheng's body.

The black demonic qi diffused from his body, and soon, he transformed into a wolf shape, Wu Buzheng's eyes revealed the meaning of death, and a punch slammed straight at Chen Fan, the cultivation of the six heavens, no less than a suicidal behavior.

From beginning to end, Chen Fan's eyes were indifferent, and this palm had already been slapped down, and Wu Buzheng did not retreat at all.

The palm of his hand slapped down, and the golden light was collapsing, and finally Wu Buzheng was slapped into meat sauce in the void, and when he landed, only blood was left all over the ground.

It's quiet, and it's a one-hit kill.

The entire library building was completely reduced to rubble.

Behind Chen Fan, Han Wuya was quiet, and Chen Fan retracted his gaze, it's over, Wu Buzheng is over here, turned around, and slowly walked back, "Let's go." When passing by Han Wuya, Chen Fan reached out and punched him on the shoulder.

In the study building, this group of bandits around them trembled one by one, trembling all over, and couldn't speak.

Mr. Wu is dead, and Lord Junhou is also dead, what kind of pervert is this kid!

Chen Fan's body flew from above the sky, this time, after a slight pause, his eyes swept down, and with a flick of his fingers, a sword light flew out, "poof" "poof", and suddenly there was a scream below, and the sound of blood splashing was extremely miserable.

The screams continued, and by the time Chen Fan left, the people below had been slaughtered by Chen Fan.

The witnesses all died, and from then on, the name of this North Wolf Mountain was completely changed.

"It's a pity that this prince's treasure house was not tortured, otherwise there must be a lot of supplies. When he flew away, Han Wuya sighed regretfully, and Chen Fan smiled, "It doesn't matter." ”

。。。

The night in the south is not quiet.

The North Wolf Mountain was destroyed, but it does not mean that the bandits of the North Wolf Mountain were all wiped out, a hundred miles away from the North Wolf Mountain, here is a mountain forest, but it burned with raging flames, and the sound of shouting and killing sounded here.

It can be seen that there are more than a dozen disciples from the outer sect of the Holy Land who have just been rescued, and as for those who lead the way in the southern country, they have all been killed.

And a figure at the peak of the Eight Heavens, the leader of the bandits, was no less than fifty bandit masters, and was besieging them.

"Senior sister, you lead someone to run first!" Li Cheng's face was snow-white, and he was covered in blood, protecting Liu Ying, and fighting and retreating, this Liu Ying's face was snow-white, and he had almost no fighting power, he was protected by several disciples from the outer gate, and kept running backwards, but the expressions on the faces of these people were pale.

"Senior brother, it's useless, you can't run away. Looking at this night, Liu Ying looked desperate.

"Impossible, why can these people catch up, elders?"

"Hahaha, you can tell the two old men in your holy land, you might as well tell you that they have been beheaded by our lord of the prince, the sword king, these people's heads are still hanging on our North Wolf Mountain, you will die of this heart!"

"What, Elders, they're dead?" Hearing this, Liu Ying and the others' faces turned completely pale.

How is it possible, Elders, they are already dead?

That's the master of the Five Nine Heavens, was he killed by the prince alone?

In this way, wouldn't Chen Fan and Han Wuya, who were left behind, also be more auspicious?

In a trance, only their own team was left, Li Cheng's face was desperate to the extreme, "I'll fight with you!" Li Cheng stretched out his hand and quickly touched himself, and then, the qi and blood on his body burned, and the essence blood burned.

The strength of the whole person reached the peak of the Eight Heavens in an instant, and the two palms came out together, running the "Double Ming Palm"

Under his hands, several thieves of the Seven Heavens died violently in an instant, unable to withstand his palm.

A group of bandits began to be killed one after another.

"Come on!" Li Cheng was covered in blood, his eyes were red, and he protected Liu Ying and the others and fought and retreated.