The Pinnacle of Martial Arts Cultivation

"Why Chen Fan, depending on your appearance, did you know my eldest lady earlier?"

Da Shanyu saw Chen Fan's performance and spoke quietly from the side. He had known the grievances between Chen Fan and Li Yanran a long time ago, but now he is just trying to understand and pretend to be confused. "

Chen Fan didn't want to expose his meaning either, staring straight into Li Yanran's eyes, and said without looking back: "Da Shan doesn't know something. Where is the understanding so simple? We have had it. A past event!"

His words are ambiguous, and anyone with a discerning eye knows what it means.

However, people who don't know will definitely misunderstand that there is a certain ambiguity in the past that Chen Fan said.

But how did they know that Chen Fan had the slightest ambiguity in the face of Li Yanran, and he was eager to kill him personally.

All the humiliation in Li's family, as well as Li Yanran's aggressiveness again and again, now all come to Chen Fan's mind.

For him, as long as there is one person living in the Li family, his grievances are not counted!

"Dan Yu said that your eldest lady wants to dance swords, why not start?"

Although this sentence was to Da Shanyu, Chen Fan's eyes looked at Li Yanran as always.

A pair of eyes have been squinted together, and the light in the eyes flickers from time to time.

"Madam, since Chen Fan has already spoken, then you can start." Da Shanyu's voice fell, then took out a long sword and threw it to Li Yanran.

Everyone saw that Li Yanran placed the sword horizontally with one hand, and the other hand was the finger of the sword, rubbing it from the hilt to the tip of the sword, and her aura became more and more fierce!

"call out..."

The sound of breaking through the air whistled, Li Yanran had already moved.

She is a sword dance here, she clearly wants to kill.

Every action locked Chen Fan's body to the point, but every time it was a little different, it just couldn't be killed.

This was obviously something Li Yanran deliberately did, or it was a test of Chen Fan, because in the face of such a situation, Chen Fan's slight nervousness or other actions may cause a chain reaction.

Li Yanran sealed his throat with a sword!

However, it is a pity that Chen Fan's psychological quality cannot be estimated by ordinary people. No matter what the situation is, he is not afraid of it and does not change at all.

He didn't even blink his eyes.

Li Yanran seemed to have expected all of this a long time ago, and saw that there was no slight fluctuation in her expression. While waving the long sword, Zhu's lips lightly opened, and she started to chant poems.

"Qingyang Pavilion Li Zhaizhong."

With the export of the first poem, Li Yanran's movements became more fierce, like a turbulent river whizzing past.

But looking back at Chen Fan, he was still as tall as Mount Tai, as if nothing in front of him could cause his thoughts to fluctuate.

"We are here eighteen years ago!"

At the exit of the second poem, Huo Mingxin was almost overwhelmed by the strong wind, and saw him clinging to the pillar behind him, barely controlling his figure.

And Chen Fan, who seems to be standing in the center of the storm, is awe-inspiring, he is strong by him, and the breeze is blowing on the hills!

"A song full of wine."

Li Yanran said the third poem, and at the same time, this confrontation seemed to have entered a climax.

I saw that she exhausted all her spiritual energy, gathered her strength to a point on the tip of the sword, and pierced Chen Fan's head straight.

At this moment, his eyes were full of murderous aura, as if he was about to punish Chen Fan at this night banquet.

Huo Mingxin was stunned. He wanted to stand up to defend Chen Fan or block the sword for him, but his body was not controlled by his brain at all.

Even faintly, an idea came to mind.

"It's better to die than to live."

In this way, a bit of sword light was fleeting, piercing Chen Fan with a dazzling light and murderous power.

And Chen Fan still doesn't avoid it!

"call out!"

The strong wind dissipated, Chen Fan's frantically dancing hair slowly fell, and Li Yanran's sword finally stopped half an inch between his eyebrows.

At the same time, Li Yanran also recited the last poem.

"Where do you not meet in life?"