Sword Slaying The Heavens

"This is..." The three strong men in the mid-stage of refining gods reacted instantly, and the smiles on their faces froze suddenly.

Immediately, they shouted "Back" at the same time, and the three quickly retreated behind them, retreating hundreds of meters in an instant, and they were even more astonished that a young man in the middle stage of cultivating gods could actually do it quietly in front of them Leaving an afterimage, the real body disappeared directly.

A hint of ominous premonition suddenly hit the hearts of the three of them.

In the sea area, the monks on the two ships were also taken aback for a moment, and they couldn't even figure out the status. Why did the three middle-stage masters suddenly react so strongly and retreated hundreds of meters.

But soon, everyone understood that there were only three Mo clan powerhouses left above the sky, and Chen Fan's figure had completely disappeared.

"Is that possible?" a late Nascent Soul cultivator on the Mo warship exclaimed.

Suddenly, Chen Fan's real body appeared behind the man with the scarred face. Wisps of black and white flames overflowed from the sharp sword.

The man with the scarred face was stunned for a moment. It seemed that he was facing the attack of three Chen Fans. His escape route was completely blocked. There was a sharp sword in the front and a golden fist in the back to block the road. The only way out was his feet.

"There's no need to fight him head-on, it's best to hide first!" The man with the scar face reacted, his head sank like a turtle, and his body suddenly fell, trying to escape Chen Fan's secret Windy bombardment.

However, his body had just fallen less than tens of centimeters, and he was suddenly restrained by a huge force, leaving only his head trying to shrink down, becoming very funny and ugly.

The man with the scarred face was horrified to find that his body was bound by thousands of strands of crystal clear silk. The force was so terrifying that he had no chance to move his whole body.

call out!

Chen Fan swung his sharp sword decisively, turning into a sharp edge in the air, and directly swept towards the scar-faced man's neck.

"No..." The man with the scar face realized it was too late.

The two companions hurried over and watched as the sharp sword in Chen Fan's hand pierced Scarface's entire neck, and his head flew up into the air, flipped in the air, and then fell to the sea below.

In an instant, the two giant ships became silent and silent. Everyone seemed to be frozen, unable to move, and their heads were completely blank, leaving only the expression on the scarred head with their mouths still open.

Boom!

finally,

Scarface's head fell into the sea, causing a splash of water!

Only then did everyone come back to their senses, and glanced at Yunkong, only to find that the two strong men in the mid-stage of refining the gods of the Mo tribe had already fled away in the distance with horror on their faces.

But Chen Fan held a sharp sword in his hand, as if possessed by a killing god, he turned into a streamer and flew forward, chasing and killing.

"You... who the hell are you?" One of the strong men roared, he felt the majestic killing intent approaching behind him, his face was already pale, the killing intent was even more terrifying than theirs, he had to kill How many people, how many lives have been contaminated to have such a terrifying killing intent.

"The person who snatched your warship." Chen Fan stepped on the Jiugong step for a moment, and suddenly killed behind the strong man, and said coldly.

Immediately, the silkworm seal in his hand was shot again, the silk was as dense as hair, and the strong man was captured alive in the air in an instant, and with a sudden pull, the strong man bounced back and directly hit Chen Fan's sharp sword , the chest was penetrated.

With a pull of Chen Fan's arm, he suddenly tore open the strong man's wound, and the black and white flames instantly destroyed all internal organs in his body, and even his soul was completely burned.

The next moment, his footsteps slammed into the void, and his figure suddenly slid towards the old woman in the middle of the cultivation stage in the distance. This was the last strong person.

The people on the two giant ships were dumbfounded, watching Chen Fan chasing the old woman, the two of them gradually became two black spots from everyone's sight, and no one knew what the result would be.

call out!

However, in just a moment, a sharp sword roared from a distance, and the black spot gradually enlarged, and people could see clearly that it was Chen Fan's figure, full of murderous intent, with the old woman's head in his hand, and threw it directly towards the sea among.

At this moment, all the monks on the Mo warship almost collapsed, feeling like the sky was falling, everything happened so fast, almost no one could react to what happened, everything was like a dream, extremely unreal.

"How...how could it be?" A Mo disciple muttered to himself, he turned to look at his fellow disciples beside him, and found that everyone's expressions were exactly the same as his own, apart from unbelievable, there was deep despair and panic .

He is very familiar with this expression. When he plundered and killed people with the Mo clan warships for decades, those monks who were massacred had this expression, but he never thought that he would have such an expression.

"Who else wants to fight?" Chen Fan came back, with an indifferent expression, he jumped directly to the Mo warship, holding a sharp sword, standing at the bow of the boat, and coldly glanced at everyone.

The Mo tribe's monks felt suffocated one after another, some couldn't bear it, and rushed to the side of the boat like crazy, and jumped into the sea.

Some people's feet were weak, and they didn't even have the strength to run, and they collapsed on the boat, shaking all over.

In the end, there were only dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators left with blood-red eyes, and they charged directly at Chen Fan, roaring: "Qianmo Villa will not let you go."

"You rob others, I rob you, it's fair." Chen Fan said indifferently, with a light swipe of the sharp sword in his hand, a large snowflake suddenly fell down, and dozens of Nascent Soul stage monks fell into the ice and snow.

With a flick of Chen Fan's fingertips, wisps of sword energy swept out from the sharp sword, turning into snowflakes and merging into those people's bodies. Then, accompanied by a chilling and hating snow, dozens of Mo people suddenly burst into a bloody flower on their chests, and immediately fell to the ground and died. Not even a chance to get close to Chen Fan.

This is the gap, the gap between the Nascent Soul Stage and the God Refining Stage.

...

Afterwards, the people of the Ouyang clan finally came to their senses, and they jumped into the sky one after another, rushing towards the Mo clan warship, their faces were sad, and they frantically chased and killed the Mo clan. And the Mo tribe has already been routed into an army, even if it is a little higher, they are chased by a few juniors so that they dare not fight back.

Finally, the battle is over. The people of the Mo clan were completely emptied, some fled, some died, the people of the Ouyang clan breathed a sigh of relief, and the way they looked at Chen Fan changed completely, becoming awed.

"Thank you, senior!" Everyone cupped their hands in thanks, grateful from the bottom of their hearts, and with Chen Fan's cultivation, it was no exaggeration for them to call senior.

Chen Fan shook his head slightly, indicating that they don't need to do this, and then looked at Ouyang Zixi, who was just waking up from a dream, and asked lightly: "Can you control this warship?"

"Yes... Yes!" Ouyang Zixi froze for a moment, then nodded quickly.

Ouyang Zitian also came over, his face full of gratitude, Chen Fan saw that he was about to kowtow to express his gratitude, so he directly waved a soft strand of true essence, and gently lifted him up.

"Actually, we are not from the East China Sea, let alone from the South China Sea. You will lead us on this trip." Chen Fan said.

"Okay, seniors will take a rest in the cabin first, we will try our best to reach the South China Sea in just three months." Ouyang Zitian gave a grateful look and nodded.

Old Huangya walked over leisurely, and said: "Old man, I told you that there is no need to worry, but you don't believe me, tsk tsk, I should have asked you to gamble just now, it's a pity." After finishing speaking, a trace of regret flashed across his face , turned around and followed Chen Fan to the cabin of the Mo clan warship.

But within a few steps, Old Huangya stopped suddenly, looked at the Ouyang people and asked: "Do you know where the Mo people usually hide the looted treasures?"

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, and said immediately: "Generally, they are hidden at the bottom of the cabin, and some precious things are carried in the storage ring with them."

"Oh, this kid who kills thousands of knives, he doesn't get more money than he kills. It's rare to come here. How can he miss it?" The corpses of three mid-stage powerhouses.

This move once again stunned the Ouyang people, who secretly guessed where the old and the young came from.

...

Chen Fan couldn't help being speechless about Lao Huangya's actions, and walked towards the cabin alone, but the moment he stepped into the cabin, he suddenly paused, as if thinking of something.

"It's rare to come once..." The words of Old Huangya just now suddenly appeared in his mind, and his face could not help but become serious.

He walked quickly into the cabin, chose a relatively remote room, sat down cross-legged, and quickly took out the six reincarnation discs from the storage ring.

He did remember one important thing. Although the six jade plates are powerful, once the thing he is looking for is out of range, it will be difficult to play a role. And his ultimate goal is also the Soul Gathering Tower, but no one knows the meaning of the Soul Gathering Tower. whereabouts.

He is now trying his best to go back to the Eastern Wilderness, but he has forgotten this point. If he can't find the Soul Gathering Tower when he returns to the Eastern Wilderness, he must not go back to the South Sea Region again.

Thinking of this, Chen Fan couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief, this time it was thanks to Lao Huangya who accidentally reminded him and woke him up.

He grabbed the six-path reincarnation disk, transported a trace of true energy, and at the same time locked his mind on the soul-gathering tower, concentrating on it, and his spiritual consciousness was closely connected with the six-path reincarnation disk.

However, something happened that shocked him. The jade needle on the six-path samsara disk actually turned, sweeping the aura around the world, condensing it on the jade needle in the center, and finally pointing directly to the south.

Chen Fan's face changed suddenly, he stared carefully at the pointer on the jade plate, closed his eyes again, and tried again, and the jade needle turned again, still staying in the original position.

"The Gathering Soul Tower...is really in the South China Sea!" Chen Fan was startled, if he didn't think of trying it just now, he might really regret it in the future.

However, although the direction of the Soul Gathering Tower has been found, it may not be that simple to get it.

Chen Fan couldn't help but become serious. There are probably more powerful people in this sea area than the four major divine continents. Even though Lao Huangya tried to sound out the Ouyang brothers and sisters and asked if the highest level here is a fusion state, the Ouyang brothers and sisters did not agree. He shook his head, not sure.

"I only hope that it is the best thing that has no owner." In the end, Chen Fan had no choice but to take back the jade plate, thinking to himself. If the soul-gathering tower is held by some strong people, if he wants to get it, he will have to spend a long time to improve his cultivation, otherwise he will have no chance at all.

[Two in one big chapter! 】