"Hmph, Ye Yun, do you still want to be an enemy of all of us!" Looking at Han Chen, who was indifferent, Yang Yan snorted coldly and said in a cold voice.

"The people of the Northern Family are taking care of themselves now, you don't have to expect them to come and save you!" Helian Qi looked at Han Chen with a cold face, and said coldly: "The birth treasure is not something you can have, hand it over, we can still disturb your life!"

The moment the voices of the two fell, the other warriors suddenly shouted.

"That's right, you are only a casual cultivator, how can He De have treasures!"

"Hand it over, we'll spare you from dying!"

Most of these clamoring are loose cultivators, after all, they are barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes, although they are also afraid of the northern family, but with Yang Yan and Helianqi taking the lead, and there are many sect disciples next to them, they suddenly did not have the slightest fear.

And those disciples of the sect who were undecided, after hearing the words of Han Chen and the others, suddenly did not have the slightest concern, and all of them set their eyes on Han Chen, although they did not shout like others, but their intentions were already obvious.

"Ye Yun, since you are stubborn, don't blame us for being polite!" Seeing that the momentum was sufficient, Yang Yan and Helianqi glanced at each other, then stretched out his hand behind his back, pulled out the blood-red sword, and shouted.

The moment the voice fell, his body shot out like an arrow from the string, rushing into the small valley, and the disciples of the Nanluo Sect behind him also pulled out their weapons one after another and rushed in after him.

"Do it!" At the same time, Hellench also let out a low shout.

The voice fell, and the sword was drawn and unsheathed. With more than a dozen disciples of the Helian family, they followed Yang Yan and rushed into the small valley.

"Hurry up!"

"The treasure is mine!"

Seeing that Yang Yan, Helianqi and others were moving, the other martial artists could still hold on, and they pulled out their weapons one after another, stretched out their figures, and rushed out.

One after another, an astonishing aura erupted, like thunder exploding, and the clouds in the sky above the small valley. Directly dispersed. The wind swept, and the demonic beasts in the mountains and forests scurried around in horror.

There was a hint of solemnity in Han Chen's eyes, although he was confident that he would leave if he wanted to. There is no one here who can keep him. But flee and confront. But it's two completely different concepts.

Alone, facing more than 2,000 martial artists, especially Sword Spirit Realm martial artists. He didn't think he was resisting.

So he didn't plan to fight so many warriors head-on.

Clasp your fingers tightly and unsheath your sword.

Recite!

The crisp and melodious sound of the sword roar suddenly resounded in the small valley.

With a shock of his arm, he swung the nine swords directly forward, the air temperature plummeted, and the black sword light as thin as a hair appeared out of thin air, disappeared in a flash, and slashed towards the front.

More than a dozen of the fastest and rushed to the front, reaching the eight-star Sword Spirit Realm martial arts, their cold hairs exploded, and a strong sense of crisis enveloped their bodies, making them cold all over.

Just as they were about to step aside, nine jet-black sword rays quickly enlarged in their eyes. Poof, poof

In the faint sound, more than a dozen figures trembled, and fell directly to the ground, their heads rolling forward, and the hot blood rushed out like a spring, dyeing the ground red.

"Hiss"

Although he knew that Han Chen was powerful, the scene of killing more than a dozen people in front of him made everyone's pupils shrink, and they couldn't help but gasp.

Everyone was shocked, but Han Chen did not stop in the slightest, after using the Winter Sword Style to kill more than a dozen people, he stomped on the ground with the soles of his feet, and the power of the cicada and his body was instantly exerted, and the ground under his feet instantly shattered.

In the splash of rubble, the figure burst out with a terrible sound of breaking the sky, and rushed towards Yang Yan next to him.

Yang Yan's pupils shrank suddenly, he knew very well that although there were many martial artists present, there were only a few who were really qualified to fight head-on with the other party, once the other party seized the opportunity and rushed out, it would be difficult to catch it or even kill it.

"Stop him!" Yang Yan let out a loud shout.

The voice fell, and his body jumped vertically, and he leaped out of the crowd, and the blood-red sword tore through the air and slashed towards Han Chen angrily.

"The first one!" Looking at Yang Yan who was rushing over, Han Chen's eyes flashed with coldness, and he spit out three words.

"Look for death!"

Hearing Han Chen's words, Yang Yan's face turned angry, the true yuan in his body surged, and the strong aura of the mid-nine-star mid-stage sword spirit realm exploded, and the blood-red big sword slashed towards Han Chen faster.

Han Chen's eyes were cold, and he didn't retreat at all, and directly raised his sword to meet him.

Clang!

The two swords collided, and sparks flew everywhere.

Feeling the strong force surging from the big sword, Yang Yan's pupils shrank tightly, he didn't dare to slack off, and the soles of his feet stepped on the ground, and his body exploded.

"You can't escape!" At this moment, a cold voice rang in his ears.

Yang Yan's complexion changed drastically, and when he looked up, he saw that Han Chen had already disappeared.

The next moment, a strong sense of crisis suddenly erupted from his body, swept through his body, and he leaned back without thinking about it.

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A sword blade tinged with cold air pierced the air and stabbed past his forehead.

Looking at the sword blade that was close at hand, Yang Yan's face instantly turned pale, and he could even clearly see his appearance at this time through the smooth and cold sword blade.

A wave of fear surged out of his body and swept through his body in an instant.

Escape!

He's going to run!

Han Chen's strength was far beyond his expectations, he was not an opponent at all, with just two moves, he had already been caught in such a situation, if it weren't for the battle consciousness he had cultivated over the years, he wouldn't have been able to dodge this sword at all.

Han Chen's two swords shattered the pride in Yang Yan's heart as the second disciple of the Southern Luo Sect, and the battle intent in his heart completely collapsed.

He didn't dare to fight anymore, even if there were martial artists all around, he didn't have the slightest intention to fight, and he would fight Han Chen again.

It's just that as soon as he had this thought, before he could make a move, the cold sword blade in front of him suddenly moved, and the sword body turned, and the sword blade went down, and it was suddenly slashed down.

Poof

With a soft sound, in the horrified eyes of the surrounding martial artists, the simple and cold long sword slashed directly from Yang Yan's body, and the next moment, blood sprayed, and the latter was directly cut in half with his forehead as the center, all the way down.

Slashed Yang Yan with a sword, Han Chen did not stop in the slightest, his body turned, the sword moved with him, and he slashed out in one direction.

The thick and cold white fog appeared out of thin air, and then surged out like a mountain torrent.

The coverage of the white mist was positive, and Han Chen's attack speed was fast, and those martial artists around him were also shocked because of Yang Yan's killing, and they couldn't react at all.

In an instant, dozens of warriors were attacked by the white mist.

Poof, poof

The sound of cutting wafted out of the white mist, and when the white mist surged by, it hit the stone wall and dispersed.

The people finally saw the dozens of warriors, but by this time they had all fallen.

The scattered blood had completely frozen, and each of them had more than a dozen deep scars on their bodies, and the cold air of Sen Sen slowly rose from their bodies.

If they were shocked that Yang Yan was killed before, then this scene at this time shocked everyone.

One by one, the warriors all stopped, and looked at the young man in front of them with dull eyes.

"It's terrifying," a warrior muttered to himself. (To be continued......)