The drastic change in the temperature of the battlefield and the earth-shattering momentum of the violent flames that rose into the sky made the Zhao family warriors and the men of the tall black-clothed man all stop fighting, and divided into two groups of people who confronted each other, both looking at the scorched black earth that was still steaming, and on it were sections of scorched black humanoid objects.

The smell of burnt hair, the smell of roasted human flesh, and the tragic scene at the scene made some people unable to bear it anymore and ran to the side to vomit desperately, as if they were going to vomit out all the internal organs.

Zhao Jun, Xu Shi, Wei Ying, Granny Zhong, Hu Hongfeng...... Everyone was stupid, even Long Xin covered the cherry mouth with her jade hand to prevent herself from exclaiming, what happened in front of her was really shocking!

Is this still martial arts? Is there such a powerful martial art in the world?

Everyone looked at the scene in front of them in amazement, and they couldn't believe that this was caused by the young man in white in front of them casually stretching out his hand. How is this possible?

Looking at the sneer emitted by the slightly upturned corners of the white-clothed young man's mouth, and then looking at the hundreds of charred and blackened humanoid objects on the ground over there, Zhao Jun couldn't help but feel an indescribable sense of fear in his heart, a sense of fear that had never appeared even in the face of other family heads.

Zhao Jun secretly swore that he would never be an enemy of this person in the future. Because this man is a crazy person! A madman with terrifying powers! His tyrannical eyes made Zhao Jun have to believe that if he made him angry, he would definitely kill himself immediately, no matter how powerful the forces behind him were, this is a person who likes to kill!

As the last two masters of the Great Perfection of the Day After Tomorrow fell, they woke up and stared at the scene in front of them in disbelief.

It's over, it's over! This time the losses are so heavy, I don't know if I can still save my life when I go back, it's all the young man in white who killed him!

"You bastard. Kill so many of me, I'll kill you!"

Under the rage, the tall man in black forgot the terrifying power that the young man in white had revealed just now, and with a "Zheng" sound, he drew his long sword and rushed towards the young man in white, and the middle-aged man behind him couldn't stop him. sighed in his heart, and rushed forward.

As soon as the tall black-clothed man moved, his subordinates also killed the Zhao family warrior again.

The figure of the young man in white moved, and he had already appeared outside the defensive circle of the Zhao family's warriors, staring coldly at the tall black-clothed man who rushed towards him.

In just a short moment, the tall man in black had already come to the young man in white, and as soon as the long sword shook, there was a burst of thunderous sounds, and then the long sword pointed forward. The sharp roar of the sword qi of "snort" suddenly appeared, and one after another the innate sword qi shot towards the young man in white like a storm.

The withered yellow fallen leaves roasted by the flames flew in the air, falling in the sky above the innate sword qi, but when they still came into contact with the innate sword qi, they were crushed by the power emitted by the sword qi, and there were traces left by the sword qi when it passed by on the ground, under the rage. The tall man in black had already given birth to a desperate heart and delivered the strongest blow in his life.

The innate true qi that has reached the third level of innate is frantically urged. Completely focused on the long sword in his hand, even the long sword made of stainless steel showed signs of being able to shatter because the true qi it was infused with was too strong.

Within a radius of one zhang, it was filled with an indestructible innate sword qi, enveloping the white-clothed young man inside, preventing him from having the slightest chance to escape.

What a terrible blow! Granny Zhong, Hu Hongfeng, Wei Ying and others who were watching the battle on the side. After seeing this blow, their faces changed a little, and they all wondered, if it was them who were on the field, would they be able to take this trick hard? The answer was: No.

How to cope with this trick. It is before this move has not fully exerted its power and the sword qi has not completed the blockade, it will leave the attack range, otherwise there will only be one consequence - fiasco, or even death.

If it was Wei Ying, there would be only one consequence - death, no exception, but now that the prelude to this move has been completed, the sword qi has completed the blockade, and it is too late to leave the attack range. So what will the young man in white in the middle of it do with this trick like Zhao? Everyone is looking forward to it.

His eyes froze, and a tyrannical aura emanated from the white-clothed young man, sweeping the audience, and then with a pause, an invisible shock wave instantly swept over the body of the tall black-clothed man, causing his true qi to stagnate, almost collapsing, and the sword qi on the long sword in his hand also appeared to a short pause.

The long knife wrapped in blood-red energy suddenly raised and slashed down, and at the same time, the skill that could temporarily increase the attack power to twice the original in five seconds, the critical blow, was also used for the first time.

The long knife slashed away all the innate sword qi that attacked, and the strong wind that dispersed blew the long white hair of the young man in white flying backwards, and his slightly red eyes showed a crazy and excited look.

"Bang!" When the tip of the long sword stabbed in the long knife, a crisp sound came out, and the innate true qi on the long sword immediately collapsed, and the long sword instantly shattered, scattered into dozens of pieces, and was forced to fly backwards by the forceless force from the long knife, piercing into the body of the tall man in black. At the same time, the tall black-clothed man's right hand was also shattered by the violent force, and his flesh and blood were splashed everywhere.

The blood-red knife light flowed, and the long knife in the hand of the young man in white lifted upward, and with a wave, it slashed through the neck of the tall man in black, and then no longer stopped, and rushed towards the middle-aged man who rushed up behind the tall man in black.

The long knife in his hand was waved again, and Wu Tao's strength exploded, and under one sword, the long sword was broken first, and then it swung down from the middle of the middle-aged man's body, and the sharp roar that pierced the true qi of the innate body protection was thrilling and chilling.

Slowly retracting the knife, the young man in white turned around and walked towards the innate masters who were fighting with Shui Si and the others.

Behind him, a red line appeared on the neck of the tall man in black, getting bigger and bigger, and finally, with a tilt of his head, the whole head fell off, and blood rose to the sky like a fountain around his neck. The middle-aged man, on the other hand, split in half from the middle and fell to the ground with a bang.

The power of terror!

Zhao Jun and the others once again saw the horror of the young man in white, and no one present could take a move, and he was defeated with a knife, and then with a knife, he killed a congenital third-level master, and then with a knife, he killed a congenital second-level master, clean and neat, as easy as killing a chicken. There is no feeling of difficulty.

What level of martial arts has he reached, and how powerful he is? This is a question that has risen in the hearts of everyone present.

One of the congenital second-level masters under the tall black-clothed man finally realized that something was wrong, forced his opponent back, and then retreated to the side, looking at the miserable situation of the tall black-clothed man and the middle-aged man, he couldn't help but look at the white-clothed young man who was walking slowly and said in a trembling voice: "You...... What are you...... Who is it? for ...... Why ...... You want to go against us?"

The young man in white stopped. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, a grim smile appeared on his face, his right hand lifted the strange long knife with red glow shining in his hand, and his left hand gently stroked the blade, as gentle as a lover, his eyes flashed red, and he gently spit out a few words in his mouth: "You can call me - Sword Saint!"

Sword Saint, the Sword Sage, such an arrogant name!

But with the terrifying power of the young man in white, this name should also be well deserved. But his weapon seems to be a sword, why don't you say it's a sword saint, but a sword master?

With a slam of foot, the "War Trample" was sent out again, shaking the enemies within a radius of twenty meters into disarray.

The blood light flowed, the sword light flickered, and the white-clothed sword saint slashed out, with an unrivaled momentum. Cut the enemy in half again.

The innate second-level master showed a look of disbelief in his eyes, and his body slowly split into two halves. Fell to the ground in a rain of blood.

In the distance, the man in black with the mask had already seen what was happening here, and he couldn't help but be shocked when he saw the shocking power of the white-clothed Sword Saint.

In the information he collected, there was no information about this person at all. Where did this terrifying person come from, and why did he help the Zhao family?

Things are out of order, so it's better to retreat first. Come back later.

"Retreat!" With a shout from the Masked Man, the cavalry behind him began to slowly turn their horses back, everything in order, as neat as a well-trained army, except for the sound of horses' hooves. Not a single person made a sound.

After killing an innate second-level master with one sword, the white-clothed sword saint did not stay here and continue to kill the enemy, but smiled coldly, his figure slowly blurred, and finally disappeared.

When he reappeared, he was already three feet away, and then his figure continued to appear, heading towards the cavalry.

Looking at the white-clothed Sword Saint coming in his direction, the masked man couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

Ignoring the other cavalrymen, the masked man rose into flames, abandoned his mount, and shot away into the nearby woods.

The white-clothed Sword Saint's figure flashed, and he swept past the masked man, shooting towards the cavalry ranks.

The masked man only felt a chill in his waist, and then an infinite sharp pain came from his waist, and when he wanted to stand firmly, he couldn't feel the presence of his feet, and when he looked at his waist, he found that he had been cut off by the waist, and a terrible scream came from the masked man's mouth, making his last wail in this world.

With a slight touch of his toe on the masked man's mount, the white-clothed Sword Saint jumped into the air and came to the sky above the original forward of the cavalry.

"Blade Storm!" a deep cry came out of the mouth of the white-clothed Sword Saint, like a call from hell, shocking the hearts of every cavalryman.

The wind is blowing!

First there was a light breeze, then a light wind, a strong wind, a violent wind, and finally a violent tornado, weeds, gravel, dust, were rolled up, the leaves broke away from the shackles of the big trees, flew into the tornado, swirling and flying with the wind, the cavalry within the range of the storm staggered, and could no longer move forward, the figure of the white-clothed swordmaster in the center of the storm began to rotate, and the strange long knife in his hand stretched out straight, and with the rotation of the white-clothed swordmaster, a circle of blood-red light was drawn around him.

The white-clothed Sword Master's rotation speed became faster and faster, and finally even his figure became blurred, and outside his body was an equally blurred blood-red aperture.

The wind was roaring, roaring, and then, a blood-red sword qi appeared in the tornado, and then the second, and third...... Countless sword qi swirled and sliced in the tornado, vowing to cut everything inside into pieces. From time to time, he threw out a stream of sword qi and shot out towards the surroundings.

Cavalry, horses, weapons, trees...... Everything, everything in the tornado, was cut open by the incomparable sword qi, and then shredded......

One after another, the sword qi burst out, shattering the nearby trees, and then falling, blasting the ground out of deep pits, blasting boulders into rubble, and everything that dared to stand in front of the sword qi had been destroyed.

After chopping everything in the wind, the tornado swept towards the other side of the cavalry, like a hedgehog, and the tornado, full of blood-red sword energy, roared and caught up with the cavalry who wanted to retreat, sucking in and cutting the cavalry one by one, and then crushing them. Under this violent storm, everyone is like a newborn baby, without the power to resist, even if they are innate masters, they are instantly chopped up, and the innate body protection true qi has no defensive effect. As if it didn't exist at all, let the sword qi cut in and sweep through.

The tornado swept the cavalry team from beginning to end with a shocking momentum, no one Zhao survived, and no one Zhao could keep the whole corpse, every person, every horse, every weapon, even every weed, every leaf, was cut and crushed by the incomparable sword qi.

The path of the storm was littered with minced flesh and blood. The whole road was stained red with blood, broken weapons were thrown all over the ground, all the trees were gone, the ground was full of deep holes, and the air was still flying with crushed grass clippings and leaves, and the scene was extremely tragic.

The storm slowly dissipated, revealing the figure within.

It's still so cold. He was still white as snow, and there was not a trace of blood or dust on his clothes. It's as if he wasn't the one who delivered the earth-shattering blow just now.

The breeze blew his clothes, and his white hair flew in the wind, looking so arrogant and handsome, with the strange long knife in his hand, coupled with the tragic scene around him, it formed a strange picture. Under the reflection of the setting sun, it is even more bleak.

Another terrifying move! The white-clothed sword saint once again verified a truth to everyone: there is no most terrifying, only more terrifying!

When they saw the "Flame Strike", everyone already felt that that move was very powerful, and it had gone beyond the scope of martial arts. But Granny Zhong and Hu Hongfeng still felt that they could escape in that move, even if they fought hard, they could support it.

Although the power of that move is strong and the range of attack is wide, it is not strong enough for the innate master, even the acquired Great Perfection master can support it to the end, Zhao is them, but now with this move, they can no longer suppress the shock in their hearts.

The attack range that was tens of meters wide, the incomparable sword qi of the countless Daos, and the violent tornado, how terrifying power did they have to be to use it? They knew that even if they entered it themselves, there would be only one result - death.

In that storm, they felt a momentum that destroyed the heavens and the earth, a domineering that those who stood in my way would die, and an invincible self-confidence.

Everyone, when they looked at the figure of the white-clothed sword saint, they all had a look of respect, that was a kind of respect for the peerless strong, in the world of advocating "the strong are respected", the strong will always be the object of respect.

The warriors of the Zhao family and the subordinates of the tall black-clothed men were once again shocked by the scene caused by the earth-shattering blow, and they all involuntarily stopped their hands and looked at the white figure. His eyes were filled with admiration, awe, fear, unease, and so on.

The white figure seemed to walk slowly and quickly in the direction of Chen Fan, and then passed by Chen Fan's side and came to the two remaining innate masters.

The two innate masters glanced at each other, and the innate second-level master suddenly knelt down towards the white-clothed sword saint: "Villain Han Tao, I am willing to become the master's servant, please take it in." If you are taken in, you must be faithful to the Lord, otherwise heaven and earth will abandon you, and you will not die well, and you will never be born after death. ”

Another innate first-level master also knelt down to the white-clothed sword saint, and also made an oath: "The villain is willing to become the master's slave, please take it in." If you are taken in, you must be faithful to the Lord, otherwise heaven and earth will abandon you, and you will not die well, and you will never be born after death. ”

In this world where oaths are very much believed, the sincerity of being able to make such an oath is already evident.

The white-clothed Sword Saint frowned slightly, looked at the two of them coldly for a while, and then pointed at Chen Fan and said, "Okay, you will follow my junior brother in the future, and everything will be under his orders." ”

There are two reasons why Han Tao and Ji Quan did this: one is to save their lives, and the other is to worship, they know that if they don't do this, the two of them will definitely die, they are just Keqing, and they are not worthy of dying for the organization, plus the two of them do worship the terrifying power of the white-clothed sword saint, and it is not only a shame to be able to follow such a master, but also an honor. That's why he willingly became a slave and recognized the white-clothed sword saint as his master.

They are called "followers," an informal type of slave without a formal written contract, and once a person has been recognized as their master, no one can rebel. Otherwise, everyone will be punished.

The two of them were overjoyed when they saw the white-clothed Sword Saint Ken taking them in, although they couldn't follow him. But it was not bad to be by his junior brother's side, so he hurriedly agreed.

The white-clothed Sword Saint then set his eyes on the remaining twenty or thirty martial artists, and those martial artists saw that even those two innate masters had surrendered, and there was nothing to fight. was swept away by the gaze of the white-clothed sword saint, and he only felt a chill all over his body, and he couldn't help but throw down his weapons. It was left to the Zhao family warriors to dispose of.

The white-clothed Sword Saint nodded at Chen Fan, and then his figure flashed, and he shot towards the woods next to him, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Han Tao and Ji Quan walked in front of Chen Fan, but they didn't know that it should be like Zhao's title.

Chen Fan glanced at them and said, "You can call me Young Master in the future." ”

"Yes, young master!" the two bowed together.

"Okay, you can go with the others to deal with the aftermath first, and I'll call you if there's something to do. ”

"Yes. Young Master!" After the two saluted, they turned around and walked in the direction of the Zhao family warriors, just now Chen Fan had sensed their minds with super sensibility, and he didn't find that they had any ill intentions towards Ren Zhao and others, but just in case, he still wouldn't let them follow him, just let them get along with the Zhao family warriors for a while, and see how they perform in the future.

After talking to Zhao Jun for a while. Chen Fan went back to the carriage. He knew that he had to give everyone a chance to think. From now on, his status and value in the hearts of everyone are completely different from before, and now he will become the object of everyone's struggle and wooing.

This is exactly what Chen Fan wants, he wants to try to win over some forces. Let them stand behind themselves, even if they do not support themselves, they cannot confront themselves, at this stage, he needs a period of stable development. It is necessary to make friends with various forces, and the white-clothed Sword Saint is a peerless powerhouse that Chen Fan took out to deter other forces.

I believe that after today's battle, the forces on the scene will publicize this peerless powerhouse designed and starred by Chen Fan to other forces. With the white-clothed Sword Master as a shield to attract everyone's attention, he can concentrate on cultivation and prepare for revenge.

Chen Fan's speculation was not wrong, everyone outside now was talking about the white-clothed Sword Saint, and they were all talking about the peerless force he had just shown.

Xu Shi looked at Hu Hongfeng and said, "Brother Hu, are those things true just now? How can there be such powerful martial arts?"

Hu Hongfeng said with a wry smile: "I don't believe it either, but the facts in front of me make me have to believe that all this is true, I have never seen such a magical, powerful, and domineering martial arts in my life, especially the move 'Sword Storm Storm' in the back, when I look at it, I only feel as if the heavens and the earth are about to collapse, and the sun and the moon have lost their light. ”

"I didn't expect that there would be such a powerful person in this world, and there would be such a powerful martial arts, and it was really worth the trip to meet this person. Xu Shi couldn't help but admire.

"Sword Saint, really worthy of being a Sword Saint. With that 'Sword Storm move' just now, he is worthy of this name. Hu Hongfeng's admiration was fully revealed, with a yearning look on his face, "It would be nice if I could talk to him about kendo, but it's a pity that ......" After speaking, Hu Hongfeng couldn't help but sigh.

"That's not impossible, as long as you can get Chen Fan to agree to introduce you on your behalf, it is likely that your wish will be fulfilled, isn't Chen Fan his junior brother, looking at the situation just now, the Sword Saint still cares about his junior brother very much. Xu Shi smiled slightly and gave Hu Hongfeng an idea.

"That's right, although the Sword Master is gone, but Chen Fan is still there, as long as he is willing to help me say good things, there is still a good chance, okay, I'll go now." Hu Hongfeng turned around and wanted to leave.

Xu Shi immediately grabbed him and said, "Don't worry, he shouldn't want to see anyone else now, let's talk about it later, don't worry, there will be time in the future." ”

After Hu Hongfeng heard it, he thought for a while, then nodded and agreed.

On the other side, Long Xin, Granny Zhong and Wei Ying.

"What a terrifying power! Granny Zhong, do you know any martial arts that can emit such a huge flame? Just now, the Sword Saint seemed to just move his hand slightly, and such a large range of flames exploded in the air, what kind of martial arts has such a powerful power?" Wei Ying also followed Long Xin and called "Granny Zhong", and respectfully asked for advice on the side.

"I don't know, I don't think even in the Flame Sun Gate, which is the most powerful in terms of fire power, no one can use such a large range of flame blasts in the Void. Granny Zhong smiled bitterly and shook her head.

"Granny Zhong, what level do you think the Sword Master's martial arts have reached?" Wei Ying continued to ask.

Granny Zhong pondered for a while before she said: "I can't see it, but judging from the strength he used just now, he has surpassed the head of the ten major families and the head of the ten major sects, and the lowest martial arts are all congenital peaks, and I haven't seen a master above the innate peak make a move, so I can't judge accurately." ”

"Innate Peak!" Wei Ying exclaimed, "Is this possible? How old is he, I think he must be about twenty years old." ”

"I also know that this matter is a bit unbelievable, but it is true, alas, I don't know what sect he belongs to, the junior brother is a genius, and he can't be described as a genius anymore, it's just a monster. Granny Zhong sighed a little.

"Yes, his junior brother Chen Fan seems to know a lot of things, but he just doesn't want to say it, every time I take the initiative to go to him, I make excuses to excuse myself, and finally agree, and I try to shorten the time to explain to me, as if it is difficult to get along with me for him. Long Xin has always been elegant and polite in front of people, but in front of Granny Zhong, who watched her grow up, she became like a little girl and spoke her heart unabashedly.

In fact, although she was very polite to Chen Fan on the surface, as if she didn't care about anything, but Chen Fan's resistance to her, she could still see it, and she cared a little, although she didn't have any thoughts about Chen Fan, and she didn't impress Chen Fan with her peerless appearance and let him teach her knowledge, but when she saw that Chen Fan didn't care about herself and treated herself as a trouble, she was still a little uncomfortable, but in order to learn knowledge, she still had to ask Chen Fan.

Now, in front of Granny Zhong, she can't help but spit out the bitterness in her heart.

"Hehe, you finally met someone who is not affected by your appearance, right? Not everyone is like some people, who are fascinated by you. As she spoke, Granny Zhong turned her head to look at Wei Ying, and Wei Ying couldn't help but blush.

"How can there be!" Long Xinyu's face flushed, but suddenly as if she remembered something, her face became a little gloomy, "I would rather live a life with my beloved plainly, and it is better than now." ”

Granny Zhong sighed secretly in her heart and comforted: "Don't think too much about the past, as long as you can live happily in the future." ”

"Hmm!" Long Xin nodded in agreement, but there was still a gloom on Yu's face that could not be concealed, and a deep sadness appeared in his eyes.

The Zhao army commanded the warriors of the Zhao family to hastily clean up the battlefield, put the wounded in the car, and then ordered to leave here quickly and go to the front to find a suitable place to camp. The smell of blood here is too strong, and it is easy to provoke fierce beasts, so it is not suitable for spending the night here.

Before it was completely dark, the convoy went about ten miles further, and found a place to camp in the rocky wasteland on the right side of the road, where it was going to spend the night and continue the journey tomorrow.

After dinner, Zhao Jun called Chen Fan to his tent to discuss what had happened today.

In the tent, there were only three people, including Zhao Jun, Zhao Jun and Chen Fan, and after everyone sat down, Zhao Jun went straight to the topic. (To be continued......)