The Unrivaled Divine Emperor

With a puff, Xiahou, the little legendary warrior, was split into two, and blood was spilled into the sky.

Boom!

Almost at the same time.

The attacks of Wang Zhong, Mo Yue and Lu Zhuo fell on Chen Fan, and blood splattered all at once, and Chen Fan was blown away.

Wang Zhong and the other two looked extremely gloomy. They didn't expect that Chen Fan could actually cut another knife.

Swish.

Chen Fan rushed out of the pile of rocks covered in blood, looking miserable, bending over, and gasping for air.

Just now, he used the sword to kill Xiahou, and directly endured the powerful attack of Wang Zhong and the other two. Even if his domineering golden body was so powerful, he couldn't bear it. Blood gushed out of his body, and the wound was so deep that the bone was visible.

"He's dead, Xiahou is also dead, and he was killed directly by a knife!"

At this time, the people around him were in a commotion again.

They all thought that Chen Fan had used two knives and was already exhausted.

But they didn't expect that Chen Fan could really strike again, and directly kill Xiahou, the little legend.

"He... he still has some strength left?"

"Did he just pretend just now?"

"Pretending? I don't think so! Maybe he was really exhausted, but in that situation just now, he could only burst out desperately, so he slashed again. Three strikes, that's definitely his bottom line."

"Yes, looking at his current situation, three strikes is already the limit, he can't possibly strike the fourth strike, and he's so seriously injured, it's absolutely impossible!"

Everyone was talking about it, and some casual cultivators said it decisively.

There was no joy on the faces of Yan Weiyi and others.

Although Chen Fan killed Xiahou, they could see that Chen Fan was really at the end of his rope.

Even if he could strike four strikes, I'm afraid he couldn't strike the fourth strike after bearing the attacks of Wang Zhong and the other three.

Such a situation is very unfavorable to Chen Fan.

"I never expected that you could actually make a third strike. No wonder you are so strong. Your foundation is indeed stronger than others."

Mo Yue spoke again.

His eyes narrowed as he looked at Chen Fan, as if he had completely seen through Chen Fan's strength.

"However, even if your foundation is strong, it is useless. You just withstood the full force of the three of us. Even if you still have some strength left, I'm afraid you can't use it anymore. Chen Fan, I'm right, right?"

Mo Yue said firmly.

Chen Fan grinned, his eyes calm, and said, "You are right. Then, come and try it."

Try it?

Mo Yue naturally wouldn't try it.

Although he said so, he was not stupid.

If Chen Fan could still make another strike, wouldn't he be courting death if he went up?

"Hmph, Chen Fan, you don't have to pretend here, you will definitely die today. You two, there is no time to waste, otherwise something will happen. This beast is already at the end of his strength. Let's kill him together!"

"Okay!"

Wang Zhong and Lu Zhuo did not object.

Immediately, the three of them formed a triangle formation and attacked Chen Fan.

Chen Fan's originally hunched body stood up straight at this moment.

A burst of sky-high breath spread out from his body, and his sharp eyes fell on Lu Zhuo.

This man was previously swept by him with the Sun Holy Spear and was also seriously injured. It was just right to kill him with one knife.

"Kill!"

Chen Fan gritted his teeth, his forehead veins bulged, and one-fifth of the true energy in his dantian was extracted again.

In an instant, a sharp knife light appeared above the evil.

Chen Fan said nothing and chopped directly at Lu Zhuo.

"No! How could it be..."

Lu Zhuo was instantly enveloped by the breath of death, and roared in fear.

However, it was useless.

Under one knife, all his means were broken like butter tofu, the knife light swept directly across his body, blood spurted, and the two halves of his body fell powerlessly.

While Chen Fan killed Lu Zhuo, he was hit by the attacks of Wang Zhong and Mo Yue again, and fell like a cannonball, smashing a mountain into pieces.

"Chen Fan!"

"Junior brother!"

Yan Weiyi, Zhuge Mingyue and others saw this scene, and their hearts were tightened.

"Hahahaha, the precious sword is mine."

At this time.

A casual cultivator of the ninety-nine laws laughed loudly, like a hawk pouncing on a rabbit, and pounced on the rubble, trying to take advantage of the opportunity.

Wang Zhong and Mo Yue did not stop him, just watched coldly.

They wanted to see if Chen Fan was really exhausted this time.

Puff!

However

Just as the casual cultivator rushed over, a pale golden figure passed by him, and then a head flew out high.

Swish.

Chen Fan appeared in the air with disheveled hair, and his whole body was trembling slightly.

"Hiss."

There was a sound of people sucking in cold air between heaven and earth.

Unexpectedly.

Chen Fan suffered such serious injuries, but he was still able to stand up and kill a casual cultivator who mastered ninety-nine laws in one go.

Chen Fan ignored the gazes of the crowd, and he stared at Wang Zhong and Mo Yue.

At this moment, his injuries were already very serious.

Both of them were legendary figures, so their attack power was naturally terrifying. His golden body was about to break under the attack of the two, and his body was in a mess.

The Heaven and Earth Furnace was running frantically, suppressing the injuries in his body.

"Only two of you are left!"

Chen Fan's hoarse voice sounded.

The next moment, he actually rushed directly towards Wang Zhong and Mo Yue, and the terrible murderous intent on the evil-suppressing knife burst out, and the knife light rolled out in all directions.

"What?"

Wang Zhong and Mo Yue were both shocked.

Even in this situation, Chen Fan could still activate the evil-suppressing knife?

"He... he, still has spare power?"

The people around were also stunned.

Didn't they say that Chen Fan could only cut two knives?

But now, this is the fifth knife!

Could it be that Chen Fan has been pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, pretending to be bumbling?

At this time, everyone's mind only had this thought, and there was only this possibility.

If it weren't so, how could it be possible that every time he seemed to have reached his limit, he would burst out with the most terrifying offensive in the blink of an eye.

They all saw the sword energy.

If it were them, even a legendary strongman like Wang Zhong would probably only burst out two or three swords.

But Chen Fan could actually burst out.

How powerful is his true energy?

Where is his bottom line?

Everyone was completely stunned.

But at this time, Chen Fan didn't have so much time to pay attention to these.

He really reached his limit.

Five swords were the limit, draining all the true energy in his body.

But he had no choice, he had to burst out.

Puff!

The fifth sword slashed violently, the sky and the earth split, and the terrifying sword light swept towards Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong roared and shouted, exerting all his means, throwing out magic weapons one by one, thinking of resisting this sword.

However, everything turned into dust under this sword.

Bang!

The ninth-level magic weapon in his hand fell apart in an instant, and the remaining sword energy fell on him. Blood spurted out of the sky, and he was chopped and flew thousands of miles away.