Sword Slaying The Heavens

Chen Fan was an orphan hundreds of years ago. Although he has no father or mother, he has a respected teacher who carried him from the river to the mountains, raised him and taught him the way of cultivating immortals. In Chen Fan's heart, the master is like a father and mother, and the master is the villain in his heart, no one should be disrespectful.

But what Wang Yan said just now had completely angered Chen Fan, this was the first time he was so angry since he was reborn.

Suppressing and killing Wang Yan in the early stage of foundation establishment is not difficult for Chen Fan now, but he is so angry that he releases his most powerful sword intent. This is one of his strongest methods, the power is astonishing and terrifying, and The consequences are even more unimaginable.

Chen Fan was stagnant in mid-air, his whole body was wrapped in a cloud of black mist, his hair was constantly floating back, his expression was extremely cold, there seemed to be a sharp sword in his pitch-black eyes, and he stared at Wang Yan coldly.

"Ji Mie!" Chen Fan stood quietly, without any movement, just read two words out of his mouth.

boom!

An invisible coercive force suddenly appeared out of thin air, like a huge prison, fell from the sky in an instant, and fell hard on Wang Yan's heart. Live, extremely heavy and painful.

"puff!"

Wang Yan's injury hadn't completely recovered, but at this moment, he was suddenly suppressed by Chen Fan's powerful sword intent, and a mouthful of blood spewed out of his mouth instantly, and the true energy in his body was also instantly disturbed, and his figure fell directly from the air.

When he fell into the sky, Wang Yan only felt that he had fallen into another world, and the inside was dark, swallowing him like a terrible bottomless abyss.

Desperate, cold, deathly silence!

These terrifying emotions occupied Wang Yan's entire head, and instantly exhausted his spiritual power. Then, with a "click", a huge crack appeared in his body. This is a fundamental crack that no one can repair.

"boom!"

With a loud noise, Wang Yan smashed his head into the ground, his whole body was extremely sluggish, his eyes were dull, as if he had lost his soul, he lay on the ground with a dull expression, his body didn't move at all!

Seeing this, Nangong Feiyun wanted to go forward to help, but he found that he was also in Chen Fan's sword intent. Although they were far away, this sword intent made him very uncomfortable, with a creepy feeling Feeling, intuition told him that if he approached the battlefield at this time, he would definitely end up with the same result as Wang Yan.

"What exactly happened? Why does a monk in the Qi training period have sword intent?" Nangong Feiyun was still terrified.

Looking at Chen Fan who was stagnant in mid-air and full of murderous aura, he whispered in horror.

"How is this possible? Isn't the sword intent only able to be condensed by the strong at the golden core stage?" The woman next to him was also stunned, with a face full of disbelief.

At this moment, Wang Yan, who fell on the ground, was still deeply trapped in Chen Fan's world of sword intent. The terrible despair and extinction finally suppressed his spirit and made him tremble all over. After the extreme, the body made a corresponding move.

"ah……"

In the end, Wang Yan let out a scream, and with a "whoosh", his whole body turned into white light and disappeared from the spot.

silence!

The surrounding area was still silent, no one dared to make a sound easily, they were silent like cicadas, not daring to move.

Chen Fan coldly glanced at Nangong Feiyun and the others, and then his body flickered, and he fell to the ground. The overwhelming Nirvana Sword Intent finally dissipated from the sky and the earth, and then he turned indifferently and continued to the central area rush in the direction.

Seeing Chen Fan leave, the monks watching here were relieved and breathed a sigh of relief.

Nangong Feiyun and the others couldn't help wiping the cold sweat on their foreheads with their hands. The glance Chen Fan glanced over just now was like a huge sharp sword, slashing at them head-on. They almost fell to their knees, except for the Nangong brothers and sisters, the backs of the other three were already soaked in sweat.

"Who the hell is this person? With such an existence, I guess even Xiao Munan and Liu Xun are no more than that." A monk said with lingering fear and fear.

"Chen Fan, he is Chen Fan. The person wanted by Wan Jianzong and Chengxianzong didn't expect his strength to be so terrifying." Someone said.

"I'm afraid Xiao Munan and Liu Xun can't compare with him. Didn't you see that he is only on the ninth level of qi training now? Now, he is good enough to fight against Xiao Munan in the early stage of foundation establishment." An old man's face was serious. Said.

"He's heading towards the central area now. This time, the Secret Realm of the Sea of ​​Bitter Cliff might trigger a world-shattering war. I'd better not go, so as not to be a fish in the pond." Someone said very apprehensively, turned and left in a hurry.

...

At this moment, outside the secret place of the Kuhai Cliff, there are still many monks sitting or standing, chatting on the Kuhai Cliff.

Most of these monks are not qualified to participate in the secret realm. They were sent out by the secret realm, but they have not left for a long time. They want to stay here and wait for the result. They want to know who will win the great fortune and win the final victory in the secret realm. .

At this time, almost two days had passed since the opening of the secret realm. During the period, people were sent out because of their deaths, but they were all unknown people. After a glance, everyone ignored it.

"This is just the beginning. The real war has not yet been triggered. It is impossible for those young Tianchang to die at this time." Someone said confidently.

"Exactly." Someone nodded in agreement.

At this moment, there was a sudden aura at the entrance of the secret realm, followed by a flash of white light. A figure appeared out of nowhere and fell to the ground, attracting the attention of many monks.

"Another nameless little..." The monk who spoke before was smiling triumphantly, but when he saw the person who fell out, his expression froze immediately, and then he screamed in surprise: "Wang Yan of Wan Jianzong?"

As soon as his words came out, the audience was in an uproar, and it suddenly boiled like a pot of boiling water.

"What? Wang Yan of Wan Jianzong came out?"

"Is it killed by a demon beast or suppressed by other young geniuses?"

"Didn't he go after Chen Fan earlier? Shouldn't he be killed instead?"

"You stupid, how is this possible?"

...

Everyone was discussing and trying to guess the cause of Wang Yan's death.

On the other hand, Wang Yan still had a dull expression on his face, sitting on the ground unable to recover from his senses, the sword intent of extinction still remained in his mind, and cracks had appeared in his foundation, which would permanently remain in his soul, even With his real body involved, Wang Yan's way of cultivating immortals in this life can only end here, and there is no hope of forming alchemy in this life, which is probably more uncomfortable than killing him.

At this time, four figures came from not far away, they were actually a combination of three women and one man. The woman who was the leader was covered in black gauze, and even her face was wrapped in black gauze. Wrapped with strength, stepping on the ground without getting a speck of dust, the graceful and slender waist like a snake made many honest gentlemen stare wide-eyed and swallowed a mouthful of saliva in an insulting manner.

If her cultivation base had not reached the terrifying late stage of foundation establishment, some monks probably couldn't help but strike up a conversation.

And next to this woman, there are two young girls, both of them are beauties with delicate faces, they look only sixteen or seventeen years old, and their cultivation is at the eighth level of Qi training. And the other man is a strong man with a strong body, and his cultivation is also at the ninth level of Qi training.

The arrival of these four people also distracted everyone's attention from Wang Yan, and they watched them quietly.

"Sister Xian'er, why are these people looking at us like this?" one of the girls asked cautiously.

"Rumeng, Jingjing, if you don't like it, you can tell me, I will goug out their eyes." Qin Xian'er had a captivating smile on her face, but her cold words made everyone shudder and frightened. Had to look away.

"Sister Xian'er, no need, we're fine." Chen Jingjing quickly waved her little hand, she knew that Qin Xian'er could speak well.

Then she paused for a moment, and asked softly, "But... will my brother come here?"