It's night! The bright moon, which is not yet full, gradually rises high into the sky. A transparent gray cloud, faintly covering the moonlight, above Qingyang City, as if a light smoke was enveloped, strands fell off, like falling into a dream.

Qingyang City, the city gate is wide open, one after another high-rise buildings rise from the ground, into the clouds, Wei Wei outside the city outside the air hangs a stone plaque, carved dragon and phoenix to write "Qingyang City" three big characters.

The crimson lights fill the air, as if they can lure people into another world.

"Knock knock!" the waning moon sounded from outside the city gate.

The young man with a stained head, wearing a green coat, slowly walked into the city.

The "whooshing" autumn wind kept beating the young man's empty left arm, and the young man was carrying a noble wine gourd in his hand, and he was staggering on the bluestone slab that seemed to have no end.

This is exactly Chen Fan who came all the way to Qingyang City.

The noble wine gourd in his hand was also found in Lu Wei's storage ring, although the wine gourd was noble, the wine was not dripping.

However, Chen Fan was willing to be happy, looking happy.

Chen Fan walked into the city, the city gate was unguarded, and there was a lot of trouble left!

After all, ordinary cities have to collect city fees, but Qingyang City opened the city gates, which made Chen Fan raise his vigilance by three points independently.

"Hiccup!" Chen Fan took a sip of wine, and his body continued to sway.

The waning moon is like snow, and the faint moonlight stretches the stained young man's figure.

Inside the city! by a bluestone slab that seems to have no end through, a high-rise building rising from the ground, with the bluestone slab road as the center, scattered outward, quite dense, a sheep's intestine road, connecting these thousands of households.

However, a breath of blood spread in the city, dark clouds and moon, shadows gathered in the dark corners, and suddenly there was an ethereal cry and crying sound in the distance, and if you listened carefully, it was like bursts of laughter.

It's just that the laughter is quite miserable, and it's like an illusion, which makes people not realize it at all.

In the huge city, there was only a figure of a young man with a stained head, and a few crows remained on the top of a tall building.

"Whew!"

The wind blew, and the crows spread their wings and flew away from the city.

The young man with a stain on his head threw the wine gourd above his head, and the sound of the cork opening on it was particularly clear under the waning moon, and the splashed wine was under the waning moon, reflecting a glazed color.

"Whew".

The young man with a stain on his head turned into an afterimage and disappeared from the spot.

And in the position where the young man was just now, a cold blade flashed,

A blow missed, this astonishing speed, Ning secretly people, slightly surprised.

The afterimage flickered, and returned to the same place, and the young man with a stained head stretched out his right hand, firmly caught the wine gourd that fell from the sky, and raised his head and took a big sip.

"Something!"

At this time, Chen Fan grinned.

The huge Qingyang City, but there was no line, there was no life, and the low smell of blood was flying everywhere, so that Chen Fan had already released his divine sense.

Just now, someone wanted to sneak attack him, but under the Supreme Nine Heavenly Divine Sense, all sneak attacks were in vain.

"Gollum!" Chen Fan took another sip of wine, shook the wine gourd that had been drunk, and said sharply: "Sneaky, get out!"

With Chen Fan's fierce voice sounding, on the rooftops of high-rise buildings, sheep intestine paths, and bluestone slabs running through the city, countless figures popped out of their heads with a few "swishs".

At this moment, Chen Fan frowned.

Chen Fan couldn't count the crowd in the dark, and he only felt that the empty city had become a figure when everyone appeared.

"Knock knock!"

Countless footsteps, like thousands of troops and horses galloping, surrounded Chen Fan in the center of Qingyang City.

I saw that the bluestone slab that seemed to have no end was full of figures, and under the dim waning moon, a big knife with a handle flashed with fine light.

"The second son, it's him, killed the little son. ”

At this time, a big man stood on the top of a tall building, pointed at Chen Fan, and poured out in tears to a well-dressed young man in a light blue robe beside him.

Chen Fan raised his eyes and looked for a sound.

I saw that on the tall building, in the midst of the crowd of black people, there was a young man in a light blue robe.

The young man stood upright, his face was so thin that he was only skinny and bone-covered, and his dark eyes were sunken into his face, looking like a malnourished teenager.

But Chen Fan's eyes fell on the young man's back, on his back, there was a sword, the long sword had no scabbard, only layers of cloth wrapped around the sword body, and the sword hilt was left.

On the clean hilt, there was not even a trace of lines, and under the waning moon, the hilt flashed with cold light.

"Good sword!"

Chen Fan muttered in his heart.

When he looked at the sword, the golden tomb in his soul sea actually "trembled" slightly.

"No, no dog thing," the malnourished, skinny blue-robed young man kicked the big man in the abdomen with a "bang".

The big man was kicked from the tall building and fell down, and the latter screamed again and again, but he didn't dare to feel disgusted, so he could only swallow his anger, hold his hands on his abdomen, and roll on the ground.

Immediately, the young man in the blue robe looked at Chen Fan with a pair of vicious eyes, "Not very old, but not small." ”

"Kill my third brother, and dare to swagger into Qingyang City, tonight, I will use your flesh and blood to pay tribute to the soul of my third brother. ”

"Lu Ao" was condescending, his voice sounded hoarsely, and there was a gloomy feeling, spreading in Qingyang City.

When the words fell, Lu Ao waved at the crowd and motioned for everyone to move.

"Boom!"

At this moment, those big men, as if they were crazy, rushed towards Chen Fan with knives.

Thousands of figures rushed up, making Chen Fan's scalp a little numb.

Because, Chen Fan couldn't see any vitality in their eyes, just like a dead corpse, not afraid of death.

"Dead general!" Chen Fan frowned.

"Black aura, kind of interesting. ”

Suddenly, Chen Fan saw these outlaws, and the aura emanating from their bodies was all black, and he grinned and muttered.

"Bang!"

Chen Fan stomped on one foot, and on the bluestone slab, because of a huge force, there was a trembling sound.

And Chen Fan's body jumped up, temporarily floating in the air, and he recently drew an arc, revealing a faint smile.

"Grave Dragonhand!"

The second time I used the "Grave Dragon Hand", I was much more skilled than the last time.

In Chen Fan's body, a black spirit swirl gushed out, an invisible big hand, condensed in the air, and after a breath, the invisible big hand turned into shape, and the black spirit swirl was like a flood emerging from Chen Fan's body, covering the waning moon in an instant.

"What!

When Lu Ao saw this scene, he couldn't help but exclaim.

This is the Evil Cultivator Yizhongtian, how old is this young man, just looking at his appearance, he is at most thirteen or fourteen years old, but he has such a strong strength.

However, Lu Ao was still not afraid, his eyes were still vicious, and he hung proudly on his face.

Even if the spirit master is a heavy day, in the face of so many "dead soldiers", he will be tired to more than half death, and when the time comes, he will slaughter again.

At the same time, Chen Fan's tomb dragon hand was formed, and a big black hand that covered the sky and the sun, like a layer of black Yue Mountain, was fiercely pressed down in the air.

In the big hand, there is also an invisible horizontal force.

"Rumbling ......!"

As soon as the blow was pressed, sawdust flew sideways, dust rose everywhere, and a sound like thunder resounded in Qingyang City.

The bluestone slab was shattered by this blow, and many high-rise buildings did not slap deep into the ground.

A hundred-foot pit appeared in Lu Ao's eyes, making his skinny face twitch slightly.

Although it was not hit at him in this palm, he felt a majestic force that shocked him.

"Bang!", Chen Fan fell to the ground and stood next to the deep pit, obscured by the flying sawdust.

With this palm, Mo Yo slapped hundreds of dead soldiers to death, and directly beat the corpses of the dead soldiers into powder.

However, these thousands of dead soldiers, how many slaps he slapped!

"Madan, is this going to consume me?"

Chen Fan's scalp was numb.

The dead man was not afraid of death at all, and just shot a hundred zhang space, which was filled by the dead man in an instant.

"Capture the thief first capture the king, and kill the master first. ”

Chen Fan muttered, with a pair of bright eyes, looking at the young man with a sword on the tall building in the distance.

These dead soldiers are all commanded by the young man with the sword on his back, as long as the young man is killed, this wheel war can be resolved.

"Boom, boom!"

Chen Fan was like a fierce beast, directly rampage against these dead soldiers, and wherever he passed, the dead soldiers flew sideways, with a low and powerful sound, like a dragon going out to sea.

His target was Lu Ao in the distance.

"Look for death!"

Lu Ao, who had a skinny face, also saw Chen Fan's purpose, he did not retreat but advanced, his right hand was already holding the sword, and the rich five black spirit swirls splashed out.

With a "boom", Lu Ao's right hand shook, the layers of cloth flew around, and a rusty sword body showed its head under the waning moon.

Although the long sword was embroidered, it made Chen Fan feel palpitations.

It seems that this embroidered sword can easily cut through the void.

The black aura of "Huhu" spread out from the rusty sword, and the mist was like mist, directly causing Lu Ao's five spiritual vortices to turn into an aura transformation.

The aura of the essence is dispersed, and the air around it is also shaken.

"The aura transforms, the king's qi, the spirit king is a heavy sky," Chen Fan's face was not good-looking.

The aura turns into reality, the breath of the king, this is the sign of the spirit king.

A sword that was embroidered made out of thin air made a spirit master five heavens become a spirit king one heaven, which can be called a sword against the sky.

At this time, Chen Fan made up his mind that he must kill this person.

This person is not only a real evil cultivator, but also holds such an anti-heaven evil sword, if he grows up, he is afraid that the Tian Yuan Continent will become dark.

Of course, the safety of the people in the world is none of Chen Fan's business, Chen Fan is just worried that the senior sister who is missing will one day be victimized by this person.

"Mole ant, let you feel the power of the strongest!"

Lu Ao's vicious eyes were sharp, the corners of his mouth were raised, and the endless black aura turned into essence in the air, forming a hundred-zhang long sword, which was similar to Chen Fan's tomb dragon hand.

It's just that the grave dragon hand used by Chen Fan has not yet turned into a substance, and it is just a phantom.

"Sword of the Evil God!"

The skinny Lu Ao bared his teeth and murmured.