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Feng Chan's arm moved, and a brilliant spark slashed across the blade of the sword, and he himself had retreated to the same place.

Only then did the monk open his eyes, there was a faint black light flickering on his body, the sword body was staggered, and there was not even the slightest scar on his neck.

Seeing this, Feng Chan's eyes were cold, and then he said.

"Hell is immortal, it turned out to be a ghost Buddha, it seems that I really have eyes and don't know Mount Tai. Perhaps, I should have thought a long time ago that only you can talk nonsense with your eyes open, and only you have the courage to stand up and answer my words. ”

His tone changed suddenly, the killing intent in his eyes surged, and a powerful aura rushed straight towards Xiao Han, dissipating all the white clouds in the sky.

"You're the only one to die!"

As soon as the words fell, the monk felt a chill on his neck again, but unfortunately this time he could no longer open the Hell Immortal Body, because Feng Chan's sword was faster and sharper than his.

The monk's body slowly fell, and when it fell to the ground, the head separated from the body, and the earth was soaked and permeated with bright red blood.

The smell of blood permeated the crowd, shocking everyone, and for a moment, no one dared to speak.

On the top of the huge cliff, only the cold air is hovering and lingering.

Wang Xuan looked at the scene in front of him, and was shocked by Feng Chan's thunderous means, he couldn't believe that someone had killed so decisively, and what was even more terrifying was that his sword was so fast that he couldn't see it clearly, it was shorter than a moment!

"If you suddenly stop fighting, then please give way, I'm going down. Feng Chan said lazily, he didn't care about the black crowd in front of him, as if he was just looking at a group of ants.

"Senior brother, it's been so long, I didn't expect your temper to be so bad. ”

Before seeing this person's face, Wang Xuan could clearly feel that Feng Chan's state of mind had changed greatly, he seemed to be a peerless demon at this time, exuding an indescribable terrifying aura, which made people frightened.

What kind of person is it, so that a strong person like Feng Chan can't deal with it calmly.

Wang Xuan looked at the source of the voice, and saw a white-clothed boy and brother walking out of the crowd, his face looked quite graceful, and he was not very old, eighteen or nineteen years old, with a folding fan in his hand shaking gently.

"Immortal Saint Monarch, one of the Four Great Saint Monarchs, isn't he from the Shenhuang Continent, why did he come to my Qingxuan Continent?" someone asked.

"He is not only from the Qingxuan Continent, but he is also from the Shenhuang Continent. ”

"Could it be that half of his body was born in the Qingxuan Continent, and the other half was born in the Shenhuang Continent?"

"He was born in the Shenhuang Continent, but he was a teacher in the Qingxuan Continent, and like Feng Chan, he also studied under Master Mengli. ”

"Then why are they on two camps, and judging from Feng Chan's expression, their brothers and sisters are not in harmony. ”

A cold wind blew, hiding all the noisy words in the wind, and could no longer smell a star.

The Immortal Saint Monarch looked at Feng Chan's excited appearance, and couldn't help but smile happily, "Senior brother, I haven't seen you for a long time, so I miss my brother very much." ”

He then pointed the folding fan directly at Feng Chan, so that Feng Chan could read the words on it.

'I am pure and good'!

This is the master's favorite folding fan during his lifetime, and this is not only a folding fan, it contains mysterious powers, which are even more mysterious than the sun-breaking sword in his hand.

The Ageless Saint Monarch is the culprit who killed Master Mengli!

Feng Chan still remembered that it was his birthday, and the master mysteriously handed him a sword and said it was a gift for him, and the master looked quite tired.

Feng Chan took it easily, but his body was reflected in the master's room at night, his body was covered with fine sword marks, but the most fatal was the wound on his chest.

He forcibly held back his grief, and after analyzing it, he realized that the truth of the matter was so cruel.

The master spent a lot of mental energy in order to refine the weapon for him, and while he was asleep, it was his closest people who killed him, and the sword marks on his body were just to hide the fatal wound.

Although it is not easy to detect, for a sword master like Feng Chan, it is natural to see at a glance that the blood does not scab, and the fine sword marks are only stabbed after death.

And even the folding fan that the master never left his side has disappeared.

At the same time, the Immortal Saint Monarch of the Shenhuang Continent defeated one of the Four Great Saint Monarchs and became one of the Four Great Saint Monarchs.

Just when he was about to bury his master, many strong people who had handled the master's weapons making came to visit at this time, and they happened to see the scene of Feng Chan carrying the master's corpse on his back.

So everyone drew their swords against him, saying that they wanted to punish the evil for the peace of the world and do their part.

Feng Chan knew that this was very likely to be the conspiracy of the Immortal Sage, so he kept fighting and retreating, and he retreated to this point.

As he expected, the Immortal Saint Monarch really appeared, and he was also the murderer of the master!

"Even if there are tens of millions of people blocking it today, I must take your dog's life!" Feng Chan shouted, drew his sword, and his body did not move.

However, the sword in his hand turned into a huge sword capable of splitting mountains and waves in an instant, and he swung it up in the air, slashing down from the sky with a shocking gesture, as if to split the mountain cliff in half.

King Ming does not move!

If he was allowed to fall with this blow, not only would thousands of people die, but even this steep mountain cliff would collapse in an instant!

The Immortal Saint's face became gloomy as water, and this folding fan became extremely huge in an instant, covering the entire black and oppressive crowd.

At this time, the giant sword had also fallen, and the sword shadow with great might fell on the fan surface, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea, without setting off the slightest wind and waves.

The Immortal Saint put away the folding fan, and the smile on his face was even brighter than a chrysanthemum.

"Senior brother, this sword of yours doesn't seem to be as good as my folding fan. ”

At this time, various voices were already ringing in the crowd.

"The Holy Monarch is mighty!"

"The Holy Monarch is invincible!"

"Feng Chan is a clown who jumps off the beam, look at how our Holy Monarch plays him to death!"

"Feng Chan is simply not a human being, he not only deceived his teacher and destroyed his ancestors, but also wanted to kill his senior brother, what is even more odious is that he is extremely vicious, if he is allowed to develop, I am afraid that life will be ruined and all things will be extinct!"

"That's right, if this son is not removed, God will not tolerate it!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

The shouts of the crowd were magnificent, and the smile of the Immortal Saint Monarch was mocking, smug, and quite relaxed.