Moonset desert, outside the Drifting Snow Palace.

The bloody qi was covered with sand and dust, and a long trail of blood dragged out on the ground, and a young disciple was pulling the young man and running wildly on the desert.

There were also three sword marks on his body, blood continued to flow out from the sword marks, his expression was pale, but he had a touch of perseverance, and the young man who was being pulled was about fifteen years old, and he seemed to be strongly frightened, and he was a little lost at the moment.

"Hold on a little longer, we will soon arrive at the Moon God Temple!Sect Master Chen will definitely kill them all!" the young disciple rushed to speak, and the young man nodded heavily when he heard his words.

The strength of Sect Master Chen Nan Chen had already seen it from the time when the Thirteen Princes attacked the Moon God Temple.

Not long ago, the entire sect of the Falling Moon Desert surrendered to Sect Master Chen and became a subsidiary sect of the Purple Sun Sect.

Even if their sect master had offended a lot before, but Sect Master Chen still didn't care about his past suspicions, and he didn't move a finger against their sect in the Moon Desert, how could such a person not be respected and admired?

At this moment, the Drifting Snow Palace suffered this catastrophe, with Sect Master Chen's character, he would definitely not care, as long as he escaped to the Moon God Temple, he would have a glimmer of life!

"Ahh

But suddenly, the young disciple let out a miserable scream, and a fourth sword mark suddenly appeared behind him!

The young disciple's expression showed fear, regardless of the injuries on his body, he pulled the young man to flee frantically, but the greater the movement, the more serious the injuries on his body, and soon, his expression turned completely pale, and his steps began to slow down.

"You go quickly, I can't live!" The young disciple pushed the young man, the young man looked sluggish, he didn't move, looking at the sword marks on the senior brother's body, his eyes moistened.

A cold wind blew, carrying sand and dust, and with the bloody air all the way, a gray-robed figure appeared behind the two of them.

"I'm curious, where can you escape?" the gray-robed figure said faintly, with a heavy murderous aura.

The young disciple of the Drifting Snow Palace turned his head with a hideous expression.

"You can kill it, when Sect Master Chen comes, you will all die without a place to bury!" he opened his mouth viciously, protecting the young man behind him, preparing to unleash the last True Yuan power in his body.

The gray-robed figure shook his head lightly and said, "Since we stepped here, we have heard this Sect Master Chen no less than hundreds of times, I am very curious, who is this person, is it as powerful as you say, and it is worthy of each of you to pass it on by mouth?"

As the words fell, he raised his right hand, and as the True Yuan flowed, an astonishing sword intent appeared from his index finger.

The young man behind the young man was frightened, his pupils dilated, and his expression was pale, but suddenly, he rushed to the front of the eldest brother and yelled trembling with fear:

"Senior brother, run!"

After speaking, he took out a dagger from his waist and rushed towards the gray-robed figure like crazy.

The young disciple was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes showed extreme pain.

"Little junior brother!"

The sword intent rose suddenly, and the sand and dust formed a rotating wind circle, and a transparent sword stabbed towards the junior brother!

"I can't help myself. The gray-robed figure shook his head.

As soon as the words fell, a golden sword suddenly burst out of the sky with extremely fierce killing intent, swept away with emperor-like anger, shattered all the sand and dust in the air, and stabbed into the chest of the gray-robed figure when it roared!

With a snort, the gray-robed figure widened its pupils, and the golden sword shattered his transparent sword, and when it pierced into his body, it took his body and retreated backwards, until it was a hundred meters away, and it was stuck upside down on the ground!

He spurted blood, looked at the golden greatsword on his chest in disbelief, and looked up, a figure stepped into the air, with a cold expression.

"Are you...... Who!"

He roared in pain, trying to pull out the golden greatsword.

Chen Nan stood in the air and said in a cold voice: "Sect Master of the Purple Yang Sect, Chen Nan!"

After finishing speaking, the golden sword exploded violently with Chen Nan's thoughts, and when the golden light was dazzling, the gray-robed figure instantly died without a corpse!

The bloody aura filled the dusty land, and the young disciple and the young man were stunned, especially the young man, who was saved when death was near, and this feeling of the rest of his life made him fall to his knees and cry violently.

Chen ...... Sect Master Chen!" The young disciple's expression showed indescribable ecstasy.

Chen Nan nodded slightly and asked, "How many people are here, do you know what their identities are?"

The young disciple of the Drifting Snow Palace shook his head and said, "They came too fast, they killed decisively, their strength is very strong, we are not opponents at all, the Drifting Snow Palace is over, they are now going to the Falling Dust Sect!"

After hearing this, Chen Nan did not hesitate, and directly condensed another golden big sword, which carried the two of them towards the Moon God Temple.

Then Chen Nan summoned Sun Ce's warship with an expressionless face, and when the warship roared, it headed towards the Falling Dust Sect.

The direction of the Falling Dust Sect is in the east of the desert, and the forces that come should have killed all the way from the west, I am afraid that in the entire Falling Moon Desert, there have already been many sects that have been murdered.

Although these sects are not related to Chen Nan, they are also subordinate sects of the Ziyang Sect, not to mention that Chen Nan regards this land as his own, how can he let outsiders be presumptuous here!

The speed of the warship was very fast, and in just three minutes, he came to the sky above the Falling Dust Sect.

At this moment, within the Falling Dust Sect, a large number of gray-robed people and the disciples of the Falling Dust Sect fought together, and the general strength of these gray-robed people was in the realm of Beixuan, and the Falling Moon Desert was originally a remote place, and the realm of strength was generally in the realm of Chong Void.

With such a gap in strength, the Falling Dust Sect is not an opponent at all.

And with the appearance of Chen Nan's figure, a strong brilliance suddenly appeared in the eyes of everyone in the Falling Dust Sect.

"Sect Master Chen is here! You guys are all going to die!" "The Sect Master of the Falling Dust Sect is in the late stage of the Northern Xuan Dynasty, and at this moment, he is covered in blood against the three gray-robed people.

As his words fell, many gray-robed people suddenly looked at the sky.

But as soon as they raised their heads, they saw three thousand golden swords roaring towards them, and the fierce sword qi swept through everything, like a bamboo!

Those gray-robed people shrank their pupils in an instant, and they burst out with the power of the True Yuan of their whole body ready to block, but the power of each golden sword was enough to kill the people of the early stage of Tianxuan!

The three thousand golden swords fell, and a terrible scream instantly sounded within the Falling Dust Sect!

In the blink of an eye, more than half of the two hundred gray-robed people were killed or injured!

Dozens of golden swords were inserted into everyone's body, and they died miserably!

Between the golden rays, Chen Nan's face was extremely indifferent, driving the warship, and shouted in a cold voice: "Let your master, get out of here!"