Chapter 192: This Sect, Mine (2)

It seemed that it had not moved, but in fact, Chu Fan had already made a move, and his will came suddenly, making the landslide technique transform, no longer a middle-aged scribe's landslide, but a landslide of Chu Fan.

Small, not really small, but after Chu Fan's will came, it exploded in a roar, and one after another terrifying Dao dispersed, lightning and thunder.

At the same time, the cold ice sword in Wang Pestle's hand slashed down, without hindrance, and sneered Yang Ye's right arm off, and the howl resounded all around, echoing in this fairyland on earth.

Scarlet blood spurted out and fell from the sky, falling like raindrops to the peak, dyeing the golden temple with a little scarlet.

The cultivation was abolished, but Yang Ye's physical strength was still there, but he couldn't stop the cold ice sword, his arm was split, and wisps of cold qi invaded his body, causing his skin to turn white in an instant, and a cold breath came out.

"The second sword, to avenge my mother."

"The third sword, avenge my uncle."

"Fourth sword, for my ......"

The speed is getting faster and faster, every time he slashes out a sword, Wang Pestle has to say a word calmly but not calmly, his eyes are full of blood red, and even his eyes have turned blood red, which is frightening, especially the resentment on his body, which makes Chu Fan frown.

The landslide technique was destroyed, the middle-aged scribe quickly reversed, and the devastating Dao hit him, the wind and lightning hit his body, and a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, making his righteous face a little more hideous.

Raising his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, the middle-aged scribe's heart was ruthless, his hands were sealed, his pupils were about to burst, he couldn't care about anything else, and he stopped drinking: "The ground is cracked!" ”

With his seal, the entire sky darkened significantly, and when his voice came out, a mouthful of blood spurted out with a 'poof', and his face turned pale in an instant.

"Unexpectedly, this son has cultivated the art of earth splitting, it's a pity, it's a pity!" The elder shook his head and sighed lightly, he already knew the intention of the middle-aged scribe to do this, but he knew the elder too well, and the final outcome of the middle-aged scribe was only to fall.

"Ground cracks?" There was still a smile on his face, a confident smile, Chu Fan didn't care about this so-called earth splitting technique at all, it might be strong in the eyes of others, but it was vulnerable in his eyes.

"Empty as the ground, crack!" With his palms together, he quickly changed the seal, and the middle-aged scribe obviously gave up everything and pressed it towards Chu Fan's palm.

The sky was dark, and there was nothing under the wind, but at this moment, it cracked like the earth, revealing a trace of black lines, as if the void was cracked, and opened a black mouth, wanting to swallow the heavens and the earth.

The middle-aged scribe bared his teeth, originally dignified, and looked like he wanted to stand up for the sect, but now he became hideous and cold.

"The art of splitting the earth, leading the earth back, opening the mountain and collapsing the sky, melting the earth, opening the landslide, opening the mountain and the earth cracking." The middle-aged scribe didn't stop pinching, he deeply understood that just splitting the ground couldn't hurt Chu Fan.

What he wants to do is to make Chu Fan injured, even if it is a little bit, he can prove his strength.

If he met not Chu Fan, but someone else, he might be able to succeed, but unfortunately, at this moment, he was facing Chu Fan, the arrogant and powerful Chu Fan, not to mention being injured, he couldn't even get close to Chu Fan.

There was a clicking sound all around, as if the earth was cracking, and there was also a thudding sound, like a boulder rolling down, and the sky was even more lightning and thunder, shaking the sky.

Seeing this, everyone below showed shocked expressions, and most of them were unable to perform this technique at all.

"Landslides and cracks!" The old man is really moved this time, and there is a kind of intention to make a move, because he understands very well that in the cultivation and age of a middle-aged scribe, he can learn this technique, and his talent must be amazing, if he does not fall, he will become a strong person in the future.

Looking at the changes around him, Chu Fan's surface did not change, but a light flashed in his eyes, even though he was very powerful, he was also a little shocked in the face of this landslide and earth cracking technique.

"This technique is not complete." Shaking his head slowly, Chu Fan could see at a glance that this technique was incomplete, if it was cultivated to the same person as him, he would definitely avoid this edge, if this technique was complete, even if it was him, he might not be able to take it completely.

The point is to cultivate to be the same as him!

Holding Qianxue in his arms, Chu Fan raised his foot and took a step forward, and his right hand raised a finger to point, and he saw that the triple mountain peak that was pressed exploded in an instant, falling wisps of misty brilliance.

Standing high in the air, hunting in white, Chu Fan smiled, the arc of his mouth revealed arrogance, and he raised his feet lightly, so that the empty space that cracked like the earth returned to normal in an instant, as if there was no change.

The pupils of the three of Tianlao, Dilao, and Xuan Lao couldn't help shrinking, and they didn't seem to have changed much on the surface, but they set off big waves in their hearts, because even they couldn't break the landslide and earth cracking technique so easily.

And in Chu Fan's place, just by raising his hand and pointing and stepping on his feet, he broke the technique of landslide and earth cracking, which shows that his cultivation is profound, and it is not as weak as it seems on the surface.

"Shizun save me!" At the moment when the landslide was broken, the middle-aged scribe's face was full of horror and fear, even in the sect, once he performed this technique, there were very few people who could break it, and in his cognition, no one could be as easy as Chu Fan.

Even his master is not good.

Without hesitation, the body rolled out and hurried towards the place where the old man was, and the hideousness on the face of the middle-aged scribe had disappeared, replaced by fear and fear.

As soon as the old man's face was straight, he wanted to rush forward to save the middle-aged scribe, but he was stopped by the old man and said, "This son will die if he dies, and there is no need to offend this person for him." ”

"But ......" Di Lao wanted to open his mouth to refute, but was directly interrupted by Tian Lao shaking his head, and said mercilessly: "You are not this person's opponent, even if it is me, I dare not guarantee that you can win against this person." ”

Hearing this, the old man bowed his head gloomily and said no more, his eyes flashed with sorrow, a little helpless, and more of an unspeakable sadness.

"Since you choose to make a move, why leave in such a hurry, if you do something wrong, you will have to pay the price, this is an eternal truth." Whispering, Chu Fan walked forward slowly, his speed seemed to be very slow, but in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of the middle-aged scribe, raised his hand and pointed at the middle-aged scribe's eyebrows.

"Ah, no!" The middle-aged scribe let out a miserable scream, wanting to retreat quickly, but no matter how he retreated, Chu Fan's finger was on his eyebrows, and he couldn't get rid of it at all.

A bloody light burst out of the back of the middle-aged scribe's head, his eyes wide, his eyes were no longer lifeless, his face was full of fear and remorse, until he died, he realized how stupid his previous actions were.

Qianxue leaned quietly in Chu Fan's arms, without saying a word, with a smile on her face, nothing changed, as if the death of the middle-aged scribe and the scarlet blood did not make her feel afraid.

The corpse of the middle-aged scribe fell from the sky like a dead leaf, and the blood hole that pierced through his head was still bubbling with blood, which was very terrifying.

Most of them were still contemptuous and disdainful before, but now they are staring at Chu Fan as if they are facing a great enemy, with a trace of fear in their eyes.