Chen Fan's voice was very calm, so calm that he couldn't stir up a trace of waves.

"Damn!

At the same time, the young man muttered a cruel word, picked up a big slap, rushed to Chen Fan in three or two steps, and slapped it hard.

Three spirit whirls appeared, and the air rippled a few times.

The corners of the young man's mouth rose, and the smile was even worse, he was confident, after this slap, the mortals in front of him would definitely turn into a pool of blood.

Even, the eyes that looked at Chen Fan changed, as if he was looking at a dead man.

The law of the jungle is the law of survival in the Tian Yuan Continent, and mortals don't even have a chance to refute it.

However, the mortal that the boy met was not a real mortal, but a fierce beast.

"Looking for death?" Chen Fan said.

There was a faint chill between Chen Fan's eyebrows, a spirit master triple heaven cultivator, he didn't pay attention to it at all.

As soon as Chen Fan's words fell, he waved his right hand and palmed the young man in front of him.

It was too late, it was fast, just a second, and Chen Fan's palm hit the young man's palm indifferently.

"Bang!"

The power of 10,000 catties is undoubtedly revealed.

The young man flew out directly with lightning speed, and before he could even scream, his body exploded in the air.

In a flash of light, a dazzling blood flower appeared in the eyes of everyone, and the blood dripped in the weeds.

The two companions who were with the boy were startled by the mortals in front of them, and by the time they reacted, their own senior brother had already become a dead man.

"Shhh

"The strong...... Absolute powerhouse. ”

A teenager took a deep breath and staggered back two steps, a trembling sound coming out of his mouth.

Obviously, he was frightened by Chen Fan's thunderous blow, and all this happened in a few breaths.

"You...... You have killed my brother, and when my master comes, you will be crushed to ashes. The young man pointed at Chen Fan in horror and stammered.

The surrounding crowd, after seeing Chen Fan's sharp blow, decisively retreated a few feet, leaving a small space.

In the face of the young man's cruel words, Chen Fan did not pay attention to it, but set his eyes on the sky.

Standing in the void, this is the ability that only the strong can have.

A Nangong Qingwu and a Jiang Yunya, the two are-for-tat, the momentum is like a rainbow, invisibly, the two seem to have a duel, as for who wins and who loses, Chen Fan can't see it for the time being.

After a while, Jiang Yunya took a small step back in the air. His face turned slightly pale and he suffered a small loss.

is also the pride of the sky, and there is no doubt that his strength is strong, but Nangong Qingwu can overwhelm him in momentum, which makes Jiang Yunya frightened.

"Rumble......!"

In Qingyang City, a loud noise rushed into the sky, the treasure was about to be born, and the neon glow overflowed in wisps, as if it was about to turn the night into a bright and dazzling day.

Among them, the most palpitating thing is a majestic sword intent.

Not long after, a long sword rose into the air from Qingyang City, dazzling in the light, and the piercing sword qi swung in the air like a golden dragon, and the power of the world was completely released, so that the crowd around him couldn't help but retreat dozens of feet.

"Sword of the Evil God!"

"Sword of Havoc!"

The black pressed down on the crowd, and muttering was everywhere.

The sword of the evil god is no stranger to everyone, and this sword is known as the sword of catastrophe.

Legend has it that the evil sword is out, the world is in chaos, the continent will fall into infinite strife, blood flows into a river, dry bones pile up like a mountain, unless the sword of the evil god is destroyed, otherwise, the battle will never end.

After a while, the sword of the evil god gradually converged, replaced by a dead and awe-inspiring evil aura, as if it was about to pull everyone into the abyss.

"Woohoo!"

In less than two breaths, the sword of the evil god trembled violently, making a piercing sound, causing the surrounding black crowd to cover their ears and lose their voices, and they were shaking.

Chen Fan's eyebrows tightened, and he shook the fluffy emanation, and a dangerous aura hit his heart, making his breathing become rapid and rapid.

This dangerous aura did not come from the Sword of the Evil God, but from the central location of Qingyang City.

"Flesh and blood limit!" Chen Fan muttered in a low voice in his heart.

Immediately, the flesh and blood body was as hard as a dragon, and a faint halo protected him in it.

Just a breath made Chen Fan limit his flesh and blood, and that faint halo, under this dangerous aura, seemed so small and weak.

"What is still hidden in this Qingyang City!" Chen Fan pursed his lips and muttered.

At this time, those young people who were floating in the void using flying machines were also suppressed by this breath and fell to the ground one after another.

Even Nangong Qingwu and Jiang Yunya are no exception.

I have to say that there is no coincidence that there is no book, and the location where Nangong Qingwu fell happened to be above Chen Fan.

"Bang!"

Under the suppression of this breath, Nangong Qingwu staggered and fell.

I saw that she was fluttering like a fairy in red, as if she had descended from the earth, and she emitted bursts of white light, which made people dare not look directly.

Under a seat of red clothes, there is a Fangtian war halberd, the halberd is two zhang long, the handle is round, the tip of the halberd has two hook blades curved like the moon, a pinch of red long line, hanging three inches below the tip of the halberd.

Even if it was a red dress, it couldn't hide her ice muscles and jade bones.

The faint fragrance, after approaching Chen Fan, slowly dispersed, making Chen Fan lose his mind instantly.

"Boom!".

Nangong Qingwu fell in front of Chen Fan, and the two were only a foot apart.

Nangong Qingwu is so powerful, the moment he landed, he felt a fierce gaze behind him.

This gaze came from Chen Fan.

"Huh"

In an instant, she waved the Fang Tian Painting Halberd in her hand, and the three invisible spiritual qi dispersed, and the small trees around her trembled, like the aura of the god of war, which could instantly cut through the void.

"Spirit King Triple Heaven!"

Chen Fan pursed his lips and smiled.

He was slightly distracted just now, and glanced at Nangong Qingwu more, but she still felt it.

However, Chen Fan's reaction was not slow, and he quickly turned sideways to avoid the three spirit spirals.

"Bang!"

A monk behind Chen Fan, because of his slow reaction, was hit by these three spiritual qis, and his body exploded directly, turning into a pool of blood.

At this time, Nangong Qingwu's eyebrows stretched out, quite surprised.

"Being able to dodge my blow, but not feeling the strength of his body, this person is a little weird, and there is always a sense of familiarity," Nangong Qingwu murmured in his heart.

"You are a disciple of the He Sect, have we seen it? ”

Nangong Qingwu turned around slowly, facing Chen Fan with a face like jade, three thousand green silks fluttering in the wind, a pair of sharp eyes staring at Chen Fan, opening his mouth with a small mouth like a cherry, and slowly speaking.

The moment she turned around, Chen Fan's heart trembled, and he had an inexplicable feeling.

Especially in Nangong Qingwu's gaze, he is as tenacious and sharp as in his previous life.

Chen Fan looked away, not daring to look directly at Nangong Qingwu, but replied lightly: "There is no door and no sect, and I have never seen one of them." ”