The overwhelming sword intent poured down towards Chen Fan at once, and at this moment, even if it was Chen Fan, he couldn't resist this terrifying sword intent.

The sword intent swept in, Chen Fan's whole person couldn't stop retreating, the sword intent in his hand was constantly collapsing, and finally fell all the way from the center of the seventh layer to this corner.

"Rub", Chen Fan slammed his sword on the ground, panting roughly, and raised his head to look.

The other party did not attack again, but a cold voice came out, "With the peak of the Innate Nine Realms, it is very incomprehensible to be able to receive a sword from my Triple Heaven." ”

The three heavens of chemical strength, one palm can kill the one heavy heaven of chemical strength in seconds.

In the realm of transforming strength, you can't challenge beyond the level, the realm gap is too big, but Chen Fan can do this.

The lights in the house are on.

The appearance of the Sword Training Pavilion was clearly illuminated, the surroundings were covered with dust, and the scattered weapons were rusted and dusty, and they were placed on the side so haphazardly, and the floor of the room was full of traces after the fight just now.

And under this lamp, a woman was holding a sword, three thousand green silks were flying, her eyes were indifferent, she looked at Chen Fan, and there was no fluctuation on her face.

Wen Yuanling!

Chen Fan smiled and stood up, the current Wen Yuanling is completely different from Chen Fan's impression, this is a trap, Wen Yuanling's trap alone, turning into a triple heaven, is indeed sure to kill himself, even if Chen Fan has broken through to the innate nine realms.

"It should be someone from the Shangyi World, right?" After a deep groan, Chen Fan said so, the Shangyi World was almost wiped out after being killed by Chen Fan last time, but Chen Fan was suspicious, and there might be one or two fish that slipped through the net. Unexpectedly, it was this Wen Yuanling.

Looking at her breath, the three changes of strength, although it is not worth mentioning in the world of tops, but in this small heavenly and human world, it is already extremely terrifying, and Wen Yuanling's strength may prove a little. She...... Probably a high-ranking person in the world of tops.

Chen Fan slowly put away the sword, because Chen Fan felt that she had no killing intent.

With Wen Yuanling's identity, I am afraid that her status in this world is extremely high, she has been hiding in Kunlun Seven Pavilion for many years, and if she really wants to kill herself, then Chen Fan must not be able to escape. And this simple ambush, from beginning to end, shows that she just came to meet Chen Fan for a while.

"Mr. Mo is not stupid. Wen Yuanling smiled sweetly, stared at Chen Fan, and after speaking, his face was slightly relieved, staring at Chen Fan, "Yuanling, the Holy Son of the Heaven and Man Realm." ”

"Holy Son. Chen Fan narrowed slightly, stared at Wen Yuanling, and remembered some rumors, there are countless holy sons in the world, and with the rudder as a unit, cultivate a holy son, and ten false holy sons, the true and false holy sons compete with each other, and the winner will be transferred to the helm of a certain place.

This system is quite cruel, and these holy sons are lurking in the major sects, not cultivated within the top world, this kind of system is very rare, as if seeing through what Chen Fan was thinking, Wen Yuan Ling said, "That's right, I am still the true holy son of the Shangyi world in the heavenly and human realm, under my name, there are ten false holy sons, three of whom have died due to exposure, and the other seven, one of them has changed three times, and they are eyeing my position." ”

Speaking of this, her expression was a little gloomy, and it was not that someone was eyeing her position, but that she was lurking in other sects, and she needed to be careful step by step, and if she was not careful, she would follow in the footsteps of the three other fake holy sons who died.

Although she is nominally the holy son of the world, she is actually not beautiful, on the contrary, she seems to have a somewhat bleak life.

In the seventh pavilion, the two looked at each other and were silent for a long time, Chen Fan looked at her with some pity, Wen Yuanling smiled, stretched out his hand and pulled his hair, "Maybe you don't believe it, in the Kunlun Seven Pavilion, I even fantasize from time to time that it would be nice if I was just an ordinary disciple......"

"Why don't you kill me. After a pause, Chen Fan said.

Staring at Wen Yuanling, because of Wen Yuanling's strength, she had the possibility of killing herself, but she didn't try, and in fact, if she really wanted to assassinate herself, Chen Fan still had a lot of backhands to kill her.

One of them was Gu Motian's sword intent.

Not realizing this at all, Wen Yuanling smiled and said, "Why should I kill?"

"The helmsman of this term will be transferred in three years, and as soon as he leaves, the pursuit order will soon be invalidated, because he has not caused so much damage to the top world, and it is not worth calling such resources to assassinate. ”

Wen Yuanling said very calmly, in fact, this is also true, it is not worth assassinating Chen Fan.

is only an innate nine realms, and even the use of such resources by the top clothes world seems to be more than enough.

Chen Fan didn't answer, after speaking, Wen Yuanling had already put away his sword, turned around silently, turned his back, Wen Yuanling said in a deep voice, "Mo Fan, we will meet again, when the time comes, I will control my own destiny, I hope we will meet again at that time, not enemies." ”

After speaking, Wen Yuanling glanced at Chen Fan deeply, and with a single jump, the person disappeared into this darkness, and Chen Fan fell silent.

recalled seeing this Wen Yuanling, the first time was in the market of the top clothing world, this Wen Yuanling, as the master behind the market, won over Chen Fan, a master who did not know the origin.

Later, it was in the trial ground, and Wen Yuanling deliberately pretended to lose to himself.

Which side is the real her? I'm afraid it's hard to say.

Chen Fan shook his head.

。。。

Under the stage, countless masters lined up, full of murderous atmosphere, straight into the sky, so that they could not breathe, and above the sky, the nine masters carried their hands, people did not move, their bodies were like javelins, and their breath was like a long rainbow through the sun, everything was waiting to go.

And at this moment, from the edge of the sky, a streamer flew towards this side, countless people turned their heads to look, Chen Fan fell to the ground, clenched his fists, and said in a deep voice, "I'm late." ”

"It's not too late. Li Shenxin stepped forward, stretched out his hand and patted Chen Fan's shoulder, and said with a smile, "It's just right to come, these are the seniors of the Six Great Heavenly Sects, if there is any situation, just communicate with them." As he spoke, he guided the others, and from behind Li Shenxin, a group of people slowly walked out.

Li Shenxin changed his outfit and dressed as a horse, looking at this, this is to prepare to fight and attack the funeral organization, and no one dares to be careless.

Even if you are a master of holding Dan, there is a possibility of falling!

Behind Li Shenxin, a row of masters came over, Chen Fan stared, two masters of the Nine Dragons Heavenly Sect, Buzhou Gate, and Tang Sect, each dispatched several masters, half of them were from the Yin Yang Sect, this time, the deputy head of the Yin Yang Sect came to three!

Li Renxian looked lifeless, and walked over slowly.

"The stronghold of the Burial Organization, I do know. Chen Fan hugged his fists, "Just hide in the 100,000-mile mountains, I'll take you over now." ”

Chen Fan's breath was hot, not for others, but for his own master! In his sleeve, Chen Fan's five fingers were secretly clenched.

"If you can successfully rescue the ghost queen this time, you will have a lot of credit. A deputy head of the sect walked out, stretched out his hand and patted Chen Fan's shoulder, his tone was very indignant, looking at him like this, he hated the funeral organization to the core.

"Let's go!"

Summoned a team of 1,000 people, and now, the mighty and straight to the 100,000-mile mountain, Chen Fan was in front, on a huge wine gourd, Chen Fan closed his eyes and thought silently, in the last life, when the drought ghost Ji was born, he was in that mountain range.

The approximate address, Chen Fan will not be mistaken.

"Wait for me. Chen Fan clenched his hands hard, history has changed from the previous life, but I hope that this time there will be no accidents!

An army of thousands of people went straight to the mountains and forests, which was already a very terrifying lineup.

In the cultivation realm, the country has lost the possibility of existence, the army is meaningless, and in the hands of the top monks, the head of the person can be taken from the ten thousand armies, so the strength of a country's combat strength often only depends on the victory or defeat of the battle between several top monks.

Often, when there is a national war between two countries, there are only about 1,000 people in the real war.

And the collision of thousands of top monks is already very terrifying.

For example, this time, the army of thousands of people in the heavenly human realm summoned from Chen Fan's hands can be called a big battle at the level of a "national war"!

The sword is pointed at the burial of people!