Kill one person with one sword, and don't stay for a thousand miles!

On the high platform, Wu did not sit in dispute.

His eyes were cold, looking down, and Chen Fan was alone, and he stepped forward in blood and killed.

Shouts of killing came from all around.

In the blood-colored coffin, the weak two slowly opened their eyes, Li Wanji's eyes showed a different color, she recognized the voice, "Xiaofan......?" Li Wanji was stunned for a moment, but her pupils were not dilated.

Yin Yang Ghost Ji pursed her lips, her face was pale, and she was already desperate, but suddenly, she heard the sound of shouting and killing.

Did someone come to my rescue?

The Yin Yang Ghost Ji was excited, and her body couldn't help but subconsciously sit up a little, the soul suppression nail nailed her limbs, blood gushed out, and the Yin Yang Ghost Ji trembled with excitement.

A sword swept out, and more than a dozen severed arms flew out of the high platform, blood splattered everywhere.

The two turned into masters, and a blow hit Chen Fan's chest, and Chen Fan flew upside down.

"Cough" coughed up a mouthful of blood, Chen Fan put his sword on his sword and stepped forward again.

Corpses were piled up at the feet.

Wu Buzheng sat down, his face expressionless, "Innocent body, no wonder the ability to recover is so fast." Wu Buzheng was silent, under the blow of the previous six-change master, even if Chen Fan was not dead, he was actually seriously injured.

It's just that most of the injuries were absorbed by the Innocent Body, and at the moment he just sat upright, looking at it indifferently.

Two shadows flew up, and a spiritual storm burst out from his feet, and he went down with one foot and slashed!

"Stop them!" the men roared.

The people of the Six Great Heavenly Sects outside are attacking frantically, and on their side, most of the manpower has gone to intercept the people of the Six Great Heavenly Sects, and only a small number of people are left here, and there are only three powerful people who protect the array, the Innate Six Realms, two of them are building this teleportation array, and the other one has been killed by Chen Fan.

Most of the remaining people are just people who have reached the innate realm below the second transformation of their strength.

And these people were brutally slaughtered by Chen Fan alone.

The altar has thirty steps, and Chen Fan has a sword in his hand, and he firmly goes up step by step.

Above the blade of the sword, drink blood.

The broken army let out a slight tremble.

Although the number of burial people is large, they can't resist Chen Fan, all the way to the highest place of the altar, there are only ten steps left from Wu Buzheng, Wu Buzheng sits, holding a sword in his hand, his cold eyes are facing Chen Fan, high in the sky, a great power falls, and he is the last master left here.

"Black Slayer. With a low shout, this powerful power slammed into the palm and came straight to Chen Fan.

"Spiritstorm!"

With a low shout, Chen Fan stepped forward together, and from his feet, a blow of spiritual violence erupted, and in the dantian, the true qi was frantically extracted, Chen Fan's face turned pale, but the next moment, the boundless golden light had already diffused.

This golden light completely obscured the entire altar, and the golden light dissipated, and Chen Fan knelt down on one knee, panting roughly.

The power of the two transformations is dead!

The whole person turned into a mist of blood and disappeared into the air.

Kneeling on one knee for a full moment, Chen Fan stood up with his sword in his hand, his body trembling a little.

All around, the mourners were frightened and retreated.

Along the way here, more than 120 people died at the hands of Chen Fan, one Jin became five, one Jin changed to one person, and six changed to one person.

Right now, Chen Fan stood in front of this Wu Buzheng.

Chen Fan raised his sword.

"Do you still have the strength to fight?" Wu Buzheng stood up indifferently, "Okay, then let me solve it." He walked out in one step, and the person melted into the darkness, and when he walked out in the next step, his body more than doubled in size, and the whole person was shrouded in a black light, and the person wore a hat on his head.

The strength has changed, and the state of a ghost is a child.

After returning to the burial base, Wu Buzheng broke through again and officially stepped into a transformation.

And he has changed his strength, and he is not weaker than the master of the second change!

With a shake of his body, Wu Buzheng slammed a punch on Chen Fan's body, Chen Fan's true qi was almost exhausted, and he was forced to take this punch, and the person fell from the altar, opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, struggled a few times, and almost couldn't get up.

took out a pot of elixir wine and poured it in, and the true qi in the dantian could be regarded as reviving a little.

Wu Buzheng jumped high, and the person fell in front of Chen Fan.

"I will kill it with my own hands, and use it as a stepping stone to achieve my supreme avenue!" Wu Buzheng raised his hands, his eyes were terrifying, and a black giant hand slapped down from the sky, "Mo Fan, let me take a look at the true power of Huajin!"

A palm fell, and the earth trembled.

Chen Fan stepped on the spirit exorcism step, the person disappeared from the place, the first part of the Tai Dynasty ran wildly, and the golden battle intent emerged.

A punch slammed forward.

The two of them punched each other, Wu Buzheng was at his peak, and Chen Fan had almost run out of oil, under one punch, Chen Fan's strength was already weaker than that of the master of the second change, the person trembled again, spurting out a mouthful of blood, and the person shook back again and again, stepped on the ground, and stepped out of seven or eight big pits.

Chen Fan ran his true qi, but his true qi was not smooth, his face turned red, and a mouthful of blood went retrograde.

"How much strength is left. Wu Buzheng carried his hands behind his back and slowly stepped forward step by step, "Take them out." ”

"Spiritstorm!"

Chen Fan roared, took a step forward, drained the last trace of true qi in his body, and at the same time, the two shadows also stepped forward together, the shadows were not without limits, and in the previous battle, these two shadows had almost reached the extreme, and at the moment, this was another spiritual storm, which was the limit of these two shadows.

The spirit storm struck out, and the terrifying true qi erupted from his feet, and endless golden light once again obscured the place.

Three golden rays of light went straight to Wu Buji.

Wu Buzheng had expected it, his feet sank, and his hands were protected in front of him, Chen Fan's blow was already the end of the strong crossbow, less than one-third of the strength in his heyday.

Black light emerged from Wu Buzheng's body, protecting his body, and the spirit storm fell down.

After a long time, the golden light dissipated.

Wu Buzheng coughed repeatedly, his body shook, and the black light on his body collapsed, but the person was still standing, but there was a trace of blood on the corner of his lips.

"Is this the power in the Spirit Storm?" Wu Buzheng laughed, "but that's it. ”

"Poof. ”

Chen Fan spurted a mouthful of blood on the ground, his body shook, and the first part of the ether barely supported to this step, as a mere innate nine realms, it was already unbelievable to kill so many masters of transformation in a row, shocking the world.

But people eventually have limits, and now, it is Chen Fan's limit!

Chen Fan's face was extremely pale, the person was almost unsteady on his feet, and the shadow also disappeared, unable to summon it anymore.

Chen Fan's breath was greatly aggrieved.

"Hmph, die!" With a sneer, Wu Buzheng stepped forward, a black light emerged from his hand, and with a palm, he slammed into Chen Fan's head, "Today next year, I will go to the grave to ......." Wu Buzheng's eyes widened in fear.

Chen Fan raised his head suddenly, his eyes were cold, and a golden light bloomed in the center of his eyebrows, and he couldn't care about saving it, and the fourth sword qi slashed out!

The fourth sword qi slashed out, dazzling with trepidation, and it was far better than the one before the fruit.

In order to kill a mere Wu Buzheng, Chen Fan can be regarded as the right person to start him.

Under this sword qi, Wu Buzheng is a big reel, but to no avail, under this sword qi, even if he is a master of six changes in strength, in the face of this sword method, in the end, he only fell into a dead end, Wu Buzheng, the corpse king is not around, after all, he is just a strong monk, in the face of such an unreasonable sword, even if he counts some hidden hole cards, it is meaningless.

"Childe!!" All around, the two masters of the six transformations of the spirit of the soul of the resurrection were so big that they didn't even care about the arrangement of this teleportation array, and with a swish, everyone flew in unison.

In order to save this Wu Buzheng, you can do whatever it takes!

Wu Buzheng is everything.

The funeral organization, can have today's changes, everything depends on this Wu Bu fight, if the Holy Son dies, the consequences are unimaginable!

At that moment, as if they were not dying, the two of them flew over and caught Wu Buzheng, but so what? The golden sword intent still slashed down slowly and silently, the power of the king was unstoppable, even the two masters of the six transformations were completely useless.

The two Venerables fought to the death to protect each other, tried their best, and in the end, even risked their lives to resist each other!

The two of them directly detonated their bodies under this sword! The terrifying true qi rippled and began, turning ten times stronger and six changes in one blow.

And the golden sword was finally slashed down at the moment.