"Death!"

The white-faced scholar held the fan and shook his wrist, and three streams of true qi shot at Chen Haoran's head, throat, and chest.

Chen Haoran looked at the three strands of true qi, his wrist also shook, and the three strands of true qi slammed into the three strands of true qi accurately.

Bang bang bang!

The six strands of True Qi collided with each other, making three subtle sounds.

"Oh, you don't think you're mortal?"

The white-faced scholar looked at Chen Haoran in slight surprise, "But you definitely can't stop her from being taken away by me." ”

"Don't talk too much, leave yourself a way back. ”

Chen Haoran said lightly.

"Ridiculous! When do I want you to comment!"

The white-faced scholar was furious and pulled out two strange weapons from his sleeves. The weapon resembled a short blade, but with two curved edges on the blade. The two pointed handles were linked to a chain that wrapped tightly around its arm.

The weapon spun in a dazzling arc in the white-faced scholar's hand, kneading it like two dark green poisonous snakes, extremely flexible and vicious.

Chen Haoran glanced at the white-faced scholar who seemed to be playing miscellaneous, and then turned his gaze in the direction of the blue sky, not paying attention to the white-faced scholar at all.

Seeing Chen Haoran's bland appearance that made him extremely annoying, the white-faced scholar's face was slightly gloomy, and his blades slowly crossed, and then with a stroke, a faint dark green true qi burst out.

Wei Lan looked at Chen Haoran a little worriedly at this time, because she knew that he was facing a True Venerable powerhouse who couldn't even defeat herself at this time!

"Snort!" The first to attack was naturally the white-faced scholar, only to see the slightly dark green true qi on his body suddenly burst out, and his body turned into a blurred shadow and swept towards Chen Haoran like lightning.

Although this is arrogant, I have to say that he does have the capital to be arrogant, and this speed alone has surprised Chen Haoran slightly.

The short distance was in the blink of an eye, and the blue not far away was just a blink of an eye, and he saw that the vague afterimage had already deceived Chen Haoran.

"Chen Haoran, be careful!" Wei Lan shouted anxiously.

Turning around and giving a reassuring smile, Chen Haoran's body reacted immediately, only to see his steps become strange, his figure took a few steps back as if teleporting, and then blasted towards the white-faced scholar's face with a strong punch.

Chen Haoran was able to dodge his attack at such a close distance, which obviously surprised the white-faced scholar a little, feeling the strong wind rushing towards him, he sneered, and the double blades in his hand stabbed at the former's fist like lightning.

In that case, then I'll give you a big gift.

Chen Haoran's fist suddenly burst out with pale flames, and the flames wrapped around his fist, and suddenly continued to blast towards the tip of the sword that stabbed at a faster speed.

Don't want his hand?

The white-faced scholar was a little surprised, but he immediately sneered, and the double-edged blades in his hands continued to stab at Chen Haoran's fist.

"Ding!" The two blades stabbed heavily into the fist that was bubbling with white flames, but no matter how the white-faced scholar exerted his strength, the tip of the sword never pierced through Chen Haoran's fist as he imagined.

"Let me teach you how to use the sword. Chen Haoran opened his hand widely, grabbed the hilt of the sword in an instant, and then took it along, and another sword also came to his hand.

The white-faced scholar only felt that his hand was numb, and the sword in his hand was gone, and when he looked up, his sword had already reached Chen Haoran's hand.

"When did you take my sword?" said the white-faced scholar as he looked at Chen Haoran with a little shock.

But in response to him was Nasen's cold sword wind.

Facing Chen Haoran's sword so quickly, the white-faced scholar twisted his body and avoided it vividly.

The blow failed, and Chen Haoran stabbed the white-faced scholar's head with a sword again.

The white-faced scholar hurriedly jumped, and the whole person stopped in mid-air.

Step on the void, the exclusive skill of Zhenzun.

"Hmph, this sword will be returned to you!" Chen Haoran snorted coldly, and the double blades in his hands shot straight towards the white-faced scholar in mid-air.

Feeling the twin blades that contained the cold killing machine, the white-faced scholar did not dare to slack off, his body shook, and streams of dark green true qi suddenly surged out from his body.

He tilted his body to avoid the cold tip of the sword, and then prepared to catch the hilt with both hands, just as he grasped the hilt with both hands, he felt a chill hit behind him.

"Don't you know that you can't show your back to the enemy when you face them?"

Chen Haoran was bubbling with pale flames all over his body at this time, floating behind the white-faced scholar and looking at the latter playfully.

Worst!

The white-faced scholar only felt that he had been hit in the back by a powerful fist full of heat, and his whole body flew forward like a cannonball.

Call!

At this time, Chen Haoran appeared in front of him ghostly, and pulled out a long sword from the air next to him, braving the cold chill.

"Dragon Soul!"

Chen Haoran snorted, and then his body turned into an afterimage and brushed the white-faced scholar's shoulder.

Burst!

I saw a bloody sword mark on the shoulder of the white-faced scholar, and then a stunned scene appeared.

Puff puff!

I saw that the sword in Chen Haoran's hand shook, buzzed and then calmed down, and the white-faced scholar on the opposite side instantly had dozens of wounds on his body, although it was not critical, but it was enough to shock him.

"What kind of speed is this," the white-faced scholar was covered in blood, his eyes widened, and he looked at Chen Haoran opposite him, who was floating in the air with a long sword.

Could it be that he cultivated in his mother's womb?

I dare to ask that he is a top ten master in the Shen family, but now he is easily defeated by the young man in front of him who is less than twenty years old, is he stronger than his own cultivation?

It's impossible, in a place like the mortal realm, at most, you will only cultivate to the realm of a true master, and it is impossible to cultivate to a higher level than the true master!

This son, can't stay!

When the thought fell, the white-faced scholar smiled suspiciously, untied the chain on the hilt of the sword, and with a wave of both hands, one sharp blade shot towards Chen Haoran, while the other shot straight to one place.

What did he want to do? Chen Haoran looked at the sharp blade, his pupils shrank, and it turned out that the direction of the sharp blade was the position where Azure was standing.

"Azure, be careful!" Chen Haoran shouted anxiously.

Wei Lan was watching Chen Haoran and the white-faced scholar fight intently at this time, but he didn't notice the sharp blade shooting at him. When she heard Chen Haoran's scream, she realized that the sharp blade was less than two meters away from her.

It was too close for Azure to avoid it, so she had to close her eyes and wait for the sharp blade to pierce her chest.

Burst!

Only the sound of a sharp blade entering the flesh was heard, and then the blue with her eyes closed felt only drops of warm and viscous liquid splash on her face.

Not feeling the expected severe pain, Weilan opened her eyes a little puzzled, and what caught her eyes was Chen Haoran's pale face.

"Ahh

I saw Chen Haoran standing in front of the blue eye, his hands outstretched, and the sharp blade went straight into his back, and then stabbed out of his chest.

Drops of blood, dripping down to the ground with a crisp sound.