Sword Slaying The Heavens

a round? It should be impossible!

Chen Fan shook his head slightly, he didn't think this would be a game, because his whereabouts were extremely secretive during this trip, and he was always vigilant, unless it was in the Nascent Soul Stage, it was impossible for anyone to find him, but he didn't know about it.

Besides, taking a step back, those people from Wan Jianzong had no reason to do this. Instead of planning to lure him out, it would be easier to arrest Xiaoyaotong and return to Wan Jianzong to threaten him to show up.

"Do you want to make a move? The old man can be sure that there is absolutely no golden core expert within a hundred miles, but I'm afraid there is some conspiracy!" The bald bird asked with a frown.

"There are three late-stage foundation-builders and two middle-stage foundation-builders. It only takes a few breaths. Even if there is an ambush at the golden core stage, it will be too late to attack me!" After pondering for a while, Chen Fan slowly pulled the sword in his hand. After getting out of the scabbard, he immediately lost his breath, his body swayed slightly, and turned into a black shadow and sneaked forward.

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At this moment, ten miles away, five foundation-establishing disciples of Wan Jianzong were escorting the two beautiful women and a young man towards Wan Jianzong.

"Hehe, going up the mountain this time, I'm afraid it will alarm all the fellow disciples. Everyone thought you two had already died, but I didn't expect you to have lived in seclusion for almost four years and even adopted such a kid." One of the Foundation Establishment disciples sneered Look at Xiaobai.

"Back when the elder sent you two down the mountain, he wanted you to arrest that little bastard Chen Fan. I didn't expect you to be deserters. I'm afraid the death of the young lord may have something to do with you."

"It's a pity that this beauty will become a cold corpse after going up the mountain." Several other Foundation Establishment disciples also sneered.

"Hmph, you're just bullying the two elder sisters because of the large number of people, you're really not men!" Xiao Shake was dragged forward by one of them, still full of anger.

When several Foundation Establishment cultivators heard the words, their smiles disappeared, and they immediately glared at the little Yaotong.

One of them directly grabbed the little drug boy by his collar, pulled him up from the ground, and said darkly, "Then are you a man? If you are, then you will come to save your two older sisters!"

The monk looked at the little drug boy with a playful face.

Little Yaotong was so angry that his face was flushed, and he beat the monk with wild hands and feet, but he didn't touch the monk at all, he was dragged by his collar and thrown out violently.

"Damn it, you're such a wild boy, you actually dare to do something to me." The Foundation Establishment cultivator spat thick phlegm on the ground, staring at the little drug boy who fell to the ground.

"Stop it, are you still shameless, to insult a child like this?" Xiaobai glared at the monk at the same time.

"Hehe, if you don't insult him, can you insult you?" After the man finished speaking, he immediately looked at Xiaobai with lewd eyes.

"Actually, after going up the mountain, you are all dead. Why don't you have a good time with us and have a good time before you die?" As soon as these words came out, several other people also had feelings in their hearts, and looked at Xiaobai with malicious intentions. .

The faces of the two of them suddenly turned pale. They only had the cultivation base of the middle stage of foundation establishment, and they had no power to fight back in front of these people.

"You bastards, don't bully the two big sisters." The little drug boy resisted the pain all over his body, struggled to get up from the ground, and shouted angrily.

The monk turned around with a sneer, shook his head and said, "I wanted you to die in Wan Jianzong, but now it seems unnecessary, you are too noisy."

After saying that, he drew out his sharp sword and walked towards the little drug boy step by step.

"Stop..." Xiaobai scolded, but he was tied up all over his body, unable to do anything.

The little drug boy clenched his fists, stood where he was, and stared at the monk resolutely.

"Hehe, this look reminds me of someone, Chen Fan! Unfortunately, he is like a stray dog, and he doesn't know where to hide." The monk walked up to the little drug boy, looked down at him, and sneered.

"Brother Chen Fan is much better than you guys, what right do you have to speak ill of him." The little drug boy immediately said angrily.

The few foundation-building cultivators were stunned when they heard this, and the sharp sword raised in the hands of the speaking cultivator stopped in mid-air.

"This kid, I know Chen Fan!" Several people's eyes lit up immediately, as if they had discovered a new continent, they looked at the little drug boy one after another.

And Xiaobai's complexion changed drastically, and his face turned pale. They knew that Wan Jianzong would definitely use this to threaten Chen Fan to show up!

"Come on, tell me, what is your relationship with that Chen Fan?" The Foundation Establishment cultivator put away his long sword, pulled the little Yaotong up again, and lifted him into the air.

"Hmph... I won't tell you even if I die." The little drug boy gritted his teeth.

"Really? Then let you die halfway first." The monk smiled coldly, grabbed the little drug boy by the collar, and threw him out again.

However, this time, the little drug boy did not fall to the ground, but was suddenly held in the air by a force of true energy, and then slowly floated down to the ground.

When everyone saw this, their faces changed drastically, and they all looked around vigilantly.

"Who dares to intervene in Wan Jianzong's affairs?" Several foundation-building monks of Wan Jianzong drew out their sharp swords with a clang and shouted loudly.

call out!

What responded to them was a piercing sound, and immediately a shining sharp sword flew out of the sky.

"It's not meddling, but I want you to die." An extremely cold voice came, as if it came from hell, making several people fall into an icy abyss.

"Brother Chen Fan!" The little drug boy immediately recognized Chen Fan's voice, and shouted excitedly.

And several disciples of Wan Jianzong turned pale instantly, and without hesitation, they fled in the direction of Wan Jianzong.

But Chen Fan's sharp sword was much faster than them, with a sound of Chi, the sharp sword pierced the chest of one of them instantly like a shooting star.

"Send the signal quickly, notify..." The other person was about to urge his junior to inform Wan Jianzong, but before he could finish speaking, the sharp sword had already arrived, and a breath passed through his throat.

"Uh..." He clutched his bleeding throat in disbelief, and finally fell to the ground.

Before he died, he couldn't figure out why Chen Fan could be so powerful even at the late stage of Foundation Establishment.

Four of the five foundation-building monks were killed by Chen Fan in the blink of an eye, and the last one was kicked to the ground by Chen Fan.

This person was the monk who threw the little medicine boy twice in a row just now. At this time, he fell to the ground, his internal organs were overwhelmed, and a sharp pain hit his whole body, but he still struggled to crawl far away.

Chen Fan raised his arm coldly, a majestic force of true energy gushed out, grabbed his throat out of thin air, and lifted his ground up.

"You...you..." The cultivator covered his throat with his hands, and kicked his legs in the air, but it didn't work.

"How many times did he throw you?" Chen Fan looked at the little Yaotong and asked.

The little drug boy clenched his fists, glared at the monk, and said without hesitation: "Five times!"