Sword Slaying The Heavens

"No, back quickly!" Patriarch Dugu's face suddenly changed when he saw the cold fire floating in mid-air, heading towards them. He took Dugu Qingxuan back quickly, but the formation was firmly blocked blocked their retreat.

The bald-haired bird also looked down, and said: "Damn, this old thing knows it can't beat it, but it actually got this kind of thing, boy, we're going to be planted now."

The bald bird shouldn't be too flustered, it knows that it is destined not to die like this if it is carrying the Burning Art, but its face is still extremely ugly.

Old Huangya's body trembled slightly, already being struck by the coldness, he gritted his teeth and said, "If you fall, you will fall, old man, I have lived enough."

With a wave of his palm, Chen Fan easily wiped away the chill from Lao Huangya's body, and said in a low voice, "Stand back."

Several people were stunned when they heard the words, wondering if Chen Fan still wanted to shake the cold fire?

Patriarch Dugu said solemnly, "Chen Fan, this cold fire should not be underestimated. Even those who are strong in the body-fit state may not be able to escape."

"Damn it, boy, don't mess around at this time, quickly use Sanwei Zhenhuo to resist for a while, I guess this formation won't last long." The bald bird shouted.

"It's useless, this place restrains all flames, I'm afraid the Sanwei Zhenhuo won't be able to resist for long." Dugu Qingxuan said, biting her lower lip lightly with her white teeth, her expression was also very solemn.

The black-faced old man sneered and said, "Since I dared to attack you, I must understand everything clearly. So what about Sanwei Zhenhuo? In this place, the coldest fire is the strongest."

"Needless to say, kill Chen Fan first to avenge my son." Patriarch Wu's eyes were extremely cold, revealing deep hatred.

Only Chen Fan was still very indifferent, a wisp of true energy flicked across his palm, directly pushed the bald bird and Lao Huangya behind, and at the same time protected them with his soul power.

Seeing that Chen Fan had to deal with the cold fire alone, Patriarch Dugu couldn't help saying: "Little friend, don't be impulsive, this..."

But before he could finish speaking, there was only a whoosh, a very subtle sound like a flame bursting out, but it made everyone present stunned in place, completely stunned.

Cold fire, dark bone cold fire, one hundred and eight dark bone cold fires manifested from Chen Fan's body like this, floating lightly in front of him like a will-o'-the-wisp.

This appalling scene happened as it happened at this moment, and a total of one hundred and eight cold fires lit up the ice valley.

Each ray of flame is very strong and powerful,

The wisp of cold fire that the black-faced old man sacrificed seemed to be just a spark in front of him at this moment.

The coldness became even more terrifying in an instant. The majestic and incomparably cold swept all directions, and more than a dozen monks who were in the mid-stage of distraction trembled all over. They were not only frightened, but also because their souls were being frozen.

The faces of Bald Bird and Lao Huangya became weird at this moment. They wanted to laugh, but they felt that laughing alone could not express their mood at the moment. This kind of ups and downs is obviously not something ordinary people can bear.

The black-faced old man opened his mouth, his eyes were dull, and he murmured, "How...how is it possible?"

The Patriarch of the Wu family and other strong men also turned pale. They all knew that the black-faced old man spent almost thousands of years searching for traces related to it, and finally found a set of formations. This method can gather the ice cold in an extremely cold place, and then use a jade bead as a guide to create a ray of cold fire.

And this ray of cold fire is the limit. It looks weak, but its power is very terrifying. The Patriarch of the Xiao family died under this ray of cold fire, and he didn't even have a chance to fight back. This is what they all saw with their own eyes. see.

It was precisely because of this that it gave them inflated confidence, feeling that even if the master of the Immortal Palace was still alive, he would be afraid of this cold fire.

But now, Chen Fan can easily call out more than a hundred cold fires, just like playing, without any effort, and even each of them is far stronger than them. This is simply a blow to their heads. Feeling like the sky is falling.

"It's over!" A monk in the middle of the distraction said desperately. He saw the expressions of the six Patriarchs and felt that his soul was freezing, and knew that this time it was really over.

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible, it must be fake."

At this time, the black-faced old man pointed at Chen Fan and roared angrily, he didn't believe Chen Fan had so much cold fire.

"That's right, don't forget that he has a method that can change. If it is the Eighth Ninth Xuan Gong, it can indeed do this." Another old man also suddenly reacted and nodded.

Chen Fan shook his head, he didn't want to talk nonsense with them any more, his soul controlled all the cold fire, and suddenly swept forward.

One hundred and eight flames shot out all at once, and the poor little flame summoned by the old man in black was instantly swallowed up, and then all the flames attacked the six Patriarchs.

"What?" The old man who spoke before was finally moved, because Chen Fan's cold fire was real.

More than a hundred cold fires, what kind of concept is this, it is completely enough to freeze the entire Eastern Desolation Continent.

At this moment, the six people all showed signs of panic, they couldn't sit still any longer, gathered their souls to block in front of them, and then fled to the rear suddenly.

However, Chen Fan didn't give them this chance, one hundred and eight cold fires passed through the formation, instantly blocked the retreat of several people, and forced them back forcefully.

Immediately after hearing the sound of clang, Chen Fan drew his sword and slashed towards the formation. The dozens of mid-stage monks who were distracted in the formation had already lost their minds and souls, and they could not protect themselves. There was no energy left to maintain the formation. The entire formation was broken in an instant.

Afterwards, his figure flickered, and he directly killed the six Patriarchs with his sword.

Those six people had no way to retreat, seeing Chen Fan's killing intent, they finally knew what fear is.

A few of them felt deep annoyance in their hearts, and cast their gazes resentfully at the Patriarch of the Wu family and the black-faced old man. If these two people hadn't tried their best to persuade them, they would not have participated in it.

Originally, even if my family was not as good as Dugu's and Xiao's, at least it was considered a big family in Donghuang, but now... everything will be lost.

They can imagine that after their death, the family will face waves of terrible revenge from those who have been suppressed by them.

"Chen Fan, don't kill me, I'm willing to give away all my treasures." An old man shouted in horror when he saw the sharp sword falling down.

"No need."

Chen Fan snorted coldly, and slashed the Wuya Sword in his hand without hesitation, and then his body flashed again, the sharp sword suddenly turned into a series of cold lights, spreading towards the surroundings, forming nine sharp swords, and Chen Fan's body The form never appeared again.

In the ice valley, several Patriarchs were surrounded by nine sharp swords, and they performed the Nine-Nine Restoration autonomously, and then returned to one in an instant. The superimposed power of the nine layers made the entire ice valley vibrate, and many layers of ice fell off quickly. .

Several Patriarchs finally felt despair. Under the expressions of astonishment and horror, the Wuya Sword pierced through their bodies, and the violent sword energy cut down their bodies wantonly, cutting off all vitality.

At the same time, the bone cold fire surged in, suddenly freezing their spirits, and then they were shattered into pieces by Wuya Sword's light, and all of them fell to the ground.

After a few breaths, Chen Fan appeared on the spot, Wuya Sword was already in his hand!

The bald bird, Dugu Qingxuan and the others were stunned, and they stood there in amazement, unable to calm down the shock in their hearts for a long time.