Chen Pan had a murderous look on his face, and he was already ready to do it.)

"I've seen your methods of humans and demons for a long time, and I haven't seen you for four hundred years, so let our brothers come and see what progress you have. ”

"The Evil Sword Pavilion has come to learn your human and demonic skills. ”

A saint with a long sword in his hand flew out, followed by seventeen saints, who were none other than the eighteen brothers of the Evil Sword Pavilion.

Back then, they could call themselves predecessors in front of Chen Pan, but now they are already the same saints, and Chen Pan is already at the peak of the saint realm, and he has even walked in front of them.

This is the reality of the cultivation world, there is no order to learn, the master is respected, and time alone cannot become a top powerhouse.

In the main hall before, they said that they were going to fight the vanguard, but at this time, seeing that the puppet saint's words were useless, they naturally rushed out.

"Our brothers are eighteen people in front of a group of people, and ...... in front of one person"

The boss of the Evil Sword Pavilion said in a deep voice, not in a hurry or slow, but he was interrupted by Chen Pan before he could finish speaking.

"Don't talk nonsense, I don't have time to listen to your stuff, don't say that you are eighteen people, even if you are 180,000 people, I don't mind, do it. ”

The words are extremely confident, but in the hearts of everyone is an unbearable arrogance.

"If so, then it's no wonder that we're not going to do it. "The boss of the Evil Sword Pavilion stood up with a long sword, and the unrivaled sword qi was killed, and the other seventeen people also showed their magical powers, killing from all directions.

The eighteen people are not brothers in the same sect, and they are not related by blood, so they can be regarded as meeting by fate and marrying Jin Lan. The eighteen people have different kendoes, but they have developed a very high tacit understanding in their long-term lives.

This so-called sword formation is not so much a formation. It's more about the cooperation of swordsmanship. Eighteen people each show their strengths, each avoid its shortcomings, make up for the flaws in the other people's swordsmanship, and the eighteen swordsmanship converges into one way, just like a set of shocking swordsmanship by one person, which is extremely terrifying.

No wonder they dared to claim to be the Evil Sword Pavilion, and eighteen people joined forces. Although it is still inferior to the Sword Saint, there are very few Kendo Saints who can be compared to it in the entire Ancient Great 6. However, this does not include Chen Pan.

"Since he is known as a kendo saint. Then I will kill you with the way of the sword!" Chen Pan raised his hand, and a simple long sword condensed in his hand. The long sword condensed by the Dao pattern of the sword is comparable to the top holy weapon. The breath is terrifying.

Although Chen Pan had comprehended the Dao of the Sword that was enough to reach the realm of a saint, he did not know the Dao of the Sword Dao technique, and the only thing he could use was to attack directly with the sword qi.

In the face of the combined attack of eighteen people, Chen Pan did not dodge or dodge, and the defensive Dao pattern condensed several large shields to block the attacks of the seventeen people, and he rushed directly towards the remaining one.

Without waiting for the man to react, Chen Pan directly slammed his body into the man's long sword. Now the strength of Chen Pan's body is unparalleled in the world, but it is extremely rare to compare with it.

The long sword in this person's hand was at the holy weapon level, if it was in the hands of the Sword Saint, Chen Pan would naturally not dare to do so. However, a saint of this level is not worth mentioning at all.

There was a crisp sound of "Zheng", and the long sword collided with the body, and a large number of sparks appeared, but there was no achievement. Instead, it was knocked away. As soon as the flaw came out, Chen Pan naturally wouldn't let it go, and the long sword in his hand was directly chopped down.

The saint had seen the danger, but he didn't know how to avoid it.

"Don't hurt my brother!" One of the eighteen people who was closest to the saint was also able to figure it out, and in an instant, he dodged the big shield and blocked the long sword in his hand.

Chen Pan smiled contemptuously. The strength of the long sword did not decrease, but increased.

There was a loud "boom", and the two long swords collided in the most savage and primitive way. The huge force directly acted on the sword body, and in the blink of an eye, the fragments flew out, and the two holy weapon-level long swords were directly shattered.

Saving a brother with a holy weapon is not a loss for them, but it's a pity that they met Chen Pan.

Moreover, even in terms of sword qi alone, Chen Pan was only slightly stronger than any of them, but his sword was not a real holy weapon, but a Dao pattern condensation, which was inexhaustible, and there was no consumption at all.

The sword shattered, and the shards contained terrifying power. The rescued sword cultivator was blasted out of the energy by the fragments, and he was not lightly injured. However, Chen Pan turned a blind eye to the flying debris, and the posture of his right hand was still unchanged. The Dao Pattern Transformation Technique urged, and in an instant, another long sword condensed in his hand, and directly slashed at the sword cultivator who was locked at the first time.

The monks who cultivate the Dao of the Sword are all good at attacking, and the strength of their bodies is not very good, and they often use offense instead of defense when fighting. Now that he was slashed head-on, coupled with Chen Pan's huge strength, this sword cultivator was split into two pieces without any suspense, and he died in an instant, including the Yuan Shen.

Eighteen swords joined forces to kill, and in an instant, one was killed and one was injured, but the target person was undamaged. All of this is born between lightning and flint, and the time for a breath is over.

Everyone was stunned, and the confidence that had just been ignited began to shake again. Even if no one was on the side to explain, these veterans of the mixed cultivation world knew that this was definitely not Chen Pan's real strength.

The other party only used the power of the sword path pattern and those few bizarre holy weapons to achieve this effect. And most of them have seen the battle between the human demon and the Peng demon back then, and they know that the Dao pattern of the sword is not the other party's strength at all.

If the dragon fist of the true dragon descends into the world, it is like the universe-like Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array, and no one can attack with incomparable spiritual power...... There are also magical powers of the Dharma, heaven and earth, these are the most terrifying exercises for people and demons.

The Dao pattern of the sword that is not the best is already like this, what will it be like if those terrible exercises are used?

"Old Seven!" the Evil Sword Pavilion boss screamed in pain, and his anger soared into the sky.

Another sword cultivator rushed to the injured man, picked him up and shouted, "Third brother, third brother, how are you!"

"Don't worry, you'll be next!" Chen Pan sneered, holding his long sword and killing several people.

It seems that these eighteen people have a deep relationship, and they are not the kind of nominal sworn worship that is common in the evil cultivation world, but real brothers. It's just that this doesn't allow you to let them go, the blood debt of the Northern Wilderness must be repaid with blood.

"I'll kill you!" the Evil Sword Pavilion boss came out again, and several other people also joined forces to kill.

Eighteen people joined forces, and the offensive could still be said to be terrifying, but now one is dead and one is injured, and only sixteen people are left, and the flaws in the cooperation are like a smooth road in Chen Pan's eyes.

Chen Panruo walked leisurely in and out of the sword qi of sixteen people, waving his hand calmly, not in a hurry or slow. With the level of defense of his body, these people could not cause any damage at all, and they were inherently undefeated.

Blood debts and blood repayment, there is no mercy to talk about, and in a few breaths, another person died under his sword.

"Let's go up together, we can't give him another chance!" the puppet saint saw that the situation was not right, and immediately ordered.

For a while, everyone's attacks rushed overwhelmingly. You are welcome to your support,