Entering the luxurious hall, Fang Yan didn't want to startle the snake, so he cautiously hid behind a pillar, carrying the battle blood to sense the situation in the hall.

"Hehe, I really hit the right one, a monk in the middle stage of chemical martial arts, there are actually more than a dozen monks from the Extraordinary Realm guarding him, it seems that this person's status in the Ten Thousand Swords Sect is really not low. The number of people in the hall and the situation were all sensed by Fang Yan, and he couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

Turning into a blue-red afterimage, Fang Yan jumped away like lightning, and the speed was extremely fast, like a light and shadow, it was fleeting in an instant, and it was impossible to see clearly with the naked eye.

Fang Yan's body was not paused, and he coherently swept past several monks guarding in the hall, when passing by them, Fang Yan's palm was slightly raised, and he didn't see him make much movement, and those monks all lay on the ground, only to see that their throats were all shattered, and their throats were squirming, their lips were slightly open, and their faces showed a frightened look, but they couldn't make a sound, and in less than a few breaths, their vitality dissipated.

Without even looking at them, Fang Yan swept straight by, jumped towards a side hall, and once again silently solved several guarding monks, and made sure that there was no one else in the main hall before Fang Yan stopped.

Looking at the closed door in front of him, Fang Yan raised his eyebrows, and sneered silently in his heart: "There is only this one left." He pushed the door open and entered.

The door opened, and a luxuriously decorated bedroom was presented, a middle-aged man sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes that had been closed opened in an instant when the door was opened.

The corners of Fang Yan's mouth curled slightly, and he jumped forward rapidly, full of afterimages, and directly took advantage of his unpreparedness to choke his throat, making the middle-aged man who just wanted to open his mouth to scream jam his voice.

The middle-aged man could never have imagined that a stranger would appear in the secret land of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, who was so bold as to dare to break into here.

has always been pampered, so his vigilance was too low, and he didn't even notice the death of the disciple guarding outside.

"Say, where is your sect master, and where are the other masters of the chemical martial arts realm?" Fang Yan asked with his fingers clenched, as long as the other party dared to resist the slightest, Fang Yan would cut his neck mercilessly.

"Uh, uh......" The middle-aged monk felt his neck, as if he was pinched by ten thousand catties of iron tongs, no matter how he struggled, he couldn't let go of it, because of Fang Yan's strength, his face gradually turned pale, and several intermittent squirming sounds sounded from his mouth, but he couldn't say a character that could be understood.

Don't look at this simple pinch, Fang Yan even used the power of battle blood, suppressing his whole body, so that he could not move at will, if he was replaced by another monk from the chemical martial arts realm to pinch him, the ending would definitely be tragic......

Looking at the monk who was about to suffocate, Fang Yan retracted his strength slightly, and said in a low voice: "You'd better be smarter, say it honestly, if you dare to scream, I will strangle you immediately." ”

When the words fell, seeing which monk nodded again and again, Fang Yan slowly let go of his palm, his eyes flickered, paying attention to his every movement, watching him blink without blinking.

"Whew, whew. The middle-aged monk gasped heavily, and his heart was terrified to the extreme, how could it be? He was actually grabbed by someone by the throat and restrained with a move, and he couldn't resist? You must know that the monk is no better than mortals, and the monks of the chemical martial arts realm use spiritual power, and how powerful is it contained? He can't break free of his five fingers. What kind of realm is the other party?

If you were a cultivator in the chemical martial arts realm, you would definitely not be able to do this, but what flowed in Fang Yan's body was battle blood, which was already extremely domineering, and his physical body was several times stronger than ordinary people. It's certainly not something that ordinary people can compare.

If you want to choke him, of course, it's easy.

After slowly recovering his breath, the middle-aged man had the opportunity to carefully look at the unknown terrifying figure standing in front of him, only to see that he was wearing a hat and a black gauze cover, covering his entire face inside, and he couldn't see his appearance clearly, but he could feel the domineering momentum exuded from his body.

"Who are you?My Ten Thousand Swords Sect has an enmity with you?Why did you break into my sect?" The middle-aged man didn't answer Fang Yan's words, but asked in surprise.

Just as he was talking, what Fang Yan didn't see was that the fingers he had hidden in his sleeves were pinching slightly.

"Are you looking for death?" Seeing that he didn't answer the question, Fang Yan didn't say a word, and slapped it with a slap, and the strength was very well grasped, and he didn't slap him to death with one palm.

"Poof. The middle-aged man's mouth and nose spurted blood, and his whole body slammed on the bed with a "bang", one side of his face instantly swollen, and five clear fingerprints appeared.

Fang Yan stretched out his hand and grabbed his shirt, savagely dragged it over, and said fiercely: "Give you another chance, say it's not ......"

Before Fang Yan's words were finished, a sudden change protruded, and the eyes of the middle-aged man with a bloodstained face suddenly widened, and a trace of thick yin flashed in them, and then a burst of white light shone from his dantian, exuding powerful spiritual power fluctuations.

"Want to summon the battle treasure?" Fang Yan, who was always vigilant, did not show any surprise on his face, his eyes were full of murderous intent, his left hand grabbed his shirt and did not let go, and his right hand clenched his fist and smashed it into his dantian.

There was a muffled sound of "bang", and before the other party could summon the battle treasure envoy out, Fang Yan scattered Bai Mang, interrupting his call, and receiving this fierce blow, the middle-aged man was immediately hit hard, and the blood sprayed several times in a row, instantly staining the entire bed with blood red.

"I'm asking you for the last time, which mountain peak is the Ten Thousand Swords Sect Master, which hall is it?" Fang Yan leaned forward, approaching the middle-aged monk's miserable face, Xiao Kill's voice came from under the black veil, as long as he dared to resist the slightest thought, Fang Yan would kill him immediately even if he couldn't get the location of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect Master.

"Haha...... Cough...... Cough" After the middle-aged monk was frightened, he suddenly opened his bloody mouth and laughed wildly, and he couldn't help coughing for a while, but despite the cough, he still couldn't stop his laughter.

"What are you laughing at?" Seeing his inexplicable crazy laughter, Fang Yan faintly felt that something was wrong, his brows furrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but whisper in a deep voice.

"Haha...... I laugh at you, you're dying, I have already sent a message to the sect master just now, he will be there soon, even if you kill me, you won't be able to leave, haha, dare to go to my Ten Thousand Swords Sect to spread wild, even if you are strong, you will die here. The middle-aged man said with laughter.

"Bastard. Fang Yan was shocked, scolded fiercely, no longer delayed, his right hand directly grabbed his throat, squeezed it violently, the sound of broken bones sounded piercingly, the middle-aged man's laughter stopped abruptly, and his eyes widened and died.

Fang Yan didn't stop, his body quickly jumped out, and he thought angrily in his heart: "Damn, it's really self-defeating, I didn't expect this person from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect to be so backbone, he refused to tell the location of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect Master even when he died, and secretly sent a message out, I knew that it would be better to kill him directly." ”

While blaming himself in his heart, Fang Yan did not pause at his feet, at this time he had already jumped out of the main hall, looking at the dense buildings around him, Fang Yan flew directly into the void, and saw the situation on the ground clearly.

Now that it had been discovered, Fang Yan decided not to sneak around anymore, so he let go of his hands and feet to fight hard, and killed him first while the Ten Thousand Swords Sect Master had not yet come.

"Heaven-shattering hands. Fang Yan shouted, and slapped his palm at the buildings below, the sky instantly darkened, and a huge blue and red palm appeared, heading straight for the houses below.

"Boom. There was a loud bang, as if the ground was shaking, and all the houses covered by the huge palms were smashed into ruins, dust and smoke flew up, and rubble was scattered.

The screams were undulating, and the houses next to them that were not directly hit by the Heaven Shaking Hand, but were affected by this huge energy, were also collapsing, and there were bursts of screams from inside, and the monks ran out one after another.

Fang Yan looked at his masterpiece, he didn't know how many disciples of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect had been killed in this palm, he only knew that at least ten of the rows of houses had been photographed into ruins, but his face did not show a trace of pity.

After such a long period of experience, Fang Yan deeply understood a truth, to give his enemy a way to live, is to give himself a dead end, in this world of the weak and the strong, kind, destined to pay the price.

"Heaven-shattering hand!"

The huge palm reappeared, slapping directly towards the densest part of the crowd.

"......Boom" The stone ground cracked, for a while, people turned on their backs, and the terrible screams were endless, all the monks covered by the huge palms instantly became blood mist and broken flesh, and some of the monks who were not covered were also directly shocked to death, and some of the lucky ones were also shocked to the point of spurting blood, and their faces were white.

In front of these monks who are not yet in the realm of chemical weapons, the Heaven Shaking Hand is simply invincible, they have no power to resist at all, only the part of being tortured and killed......

Fang Yan's face remained unchanged, his lips and teeth moved slightly, chewing the herbs he had been holding in his mouth, slowly absorbing the medicinal power.

This kind of thing, only Fang Yan would dare to do it, if it was someone else, no matter how high your cultivation was, you wouldn't dare to directly take drugs in battle to replenish the lost spiritual power.

You must know that no matter how pure the medicinal power contained in the herb is, it cannot be directly turned into its own use, usually monks have to slowly refine it into their own spiritual power in their bodies, if they let them take drugs in battle like Fang Yan, it is definitely self-defeating, and they don't need opponents to kill them, they themselves will have a chaotic spiritual power in their bodies, and they will explode and die.

But the battle blood is different, the herb is a tonic for the battle blood, and the battle blood can be directly devoured and turned into a part of the power of the battle blood, and there is no need to troubleshoot the refining and conversion at all.

No matter who you are, I will definitely let you die without a whole body, bury your bones under this house, and be trampled on by my sect's disciples forever. Honor the dead disciples of our sect!"

Just when Fang Yan was about to use the Heaven Shaking Hand again, an infinitely angry roar came along with an extremely powerful aura, and this aura alone made Fang Yan's heart tremble.

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