Sword Slaying The Heavens

"Kill me?" Chen Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, his mind was confused, he only heard that someone was going to kill him, the killing intent filled his body instantly, a cold sword heart flowed at this moment, in the ruthless state, he returned to the strongest realm.

In this state, no one can tell how strong it is, only know that in this state, this kind of person has no fear of life and death at all, and his fighting consciousness becomes very terrifying, without any distracting thoughts, only the sword in his heart.

At this moment, Feng Wuji, Xu Wuhui and others didn't realize that this was ruthlessness, they only felt that the Chen Fan in front of them seemed to be a little different, but they couldn't tell where the difference was.

In the dark of the bamboo grove, Yang Tianji watched the scene. He never stayed away from the beginning to the end. He said he would not make a move, but he never said he would not stay and watch the results. There is a slight trace of strange color on the face.

"Why did this happen suddenly? Could it be that the spirit pill was left for too long and had too many side effects?" Yang Tianji thought to himself, he couldn't see that Chen Fan in front of him had stepped into a state of ruthlessness, which has always been a state that only Mentioned in the records, no one has ever seen it with their own eyes.

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The cold wind in the bamboo grove was bitter, and it was hard to tell whether it was the nature's autumn wind or someone's chill.

Chen Fan held the Wuya Sword in his hand, his eyes were lost and he was sober, his mind was dull, and his killing intent was overwhelming.

Feng Wuji and Xu Wuhui stared at Chen Fan coldly. Although they had some scruples, they still regarded him as a dying person. Being able to suppress and kill Fu Hongchen did not mean that he could fight against Feng Wuji and Xu Wuhui. Escape together.

"Before you die, Fu Wangzuo wants to know your name, you can say it now, because I'm afraid you won't have a chance to speak later." Xu Wuhui said coldly.

"My name?" A trace of confusion flashed across Chen Fan's face. He couldn't even remember his own name clearly. He was so drunk that besides locking the breakthrough opportunity, he blocked some of his memories out of order. Instead, it unearthed something that was about to be forgotten.

After a few breaths, Chen Fan finally remembered his name, but he didn't answer.

"You are not entitled to know my name." Chen Fan said coldly, raising the Wuya sword in his hand.

The completely natural Nine Palaces Sword Art was used by him, which has nothing to do with memory, he forgot the past, but he used this sword art's starting style, as if it was an innate talent.

Just like in a dream, he didn't wonder why he knew this kind of sword art, he only knew that he wanted to fight, a fight to the fullest, to explode everything in his body.

"Arrogance,

How dare you be so insolent when you are about to die. "Feng Wuji's face darkened, he shouted angrily, and immediately opened the purple gold fan in his hand with a "hoo", and slowly opened it towards Chen Fan's position, and the void between the two suddenly sunk down.

boom!

The void rebounded instantly, the wind was strong, the hurricane was rolled up, and it turned into the head of an ancient tiger beast in mid-air, and roared towards Chen Fan with its bloody mouth open.

"Such an ultimate move as soon as he makes a move, Feng Wuji is really decisive." The young woman nodded slightly, with a trace of reverence in her eyes.

The ancient tiger head formed by the hurricane has wind blades on all sides, comparable to sword light. With a light touch, the skin is instantly torn apart, and the tiger's mouth, which is full of hurricanes, is the center of the hurricane, which is even more terrifying. With the power of Feng Wuji's avenue, it can really swallow people.

"Kill!" Xu Wuhui didn't hesitate, and at the moment Feng Wuji made a move, he also decisively sacrificed his sharp sword.

The lion fought the rabbit with all its strength, not to mention that in front of them was Chen Fan who had killed Fu Hongchen. Although they said they looked down on Chen Fan, the killing moves they used were all extremely powerful.

Carelessness, underestimating the enemy, these words have never appeared in the dictionaries of the two of them. It is this cautious consciousness that can help Fu Baihou ascend to the throne and reach his current position. Even if you are a mortal, I will Will not underestimate the enemy.

Chen Fan held the Wuya Sword in his hand, and watched the powerful formula in front of him blast down, the heart of the sword in his body trembled, and the fighting blood was seething.

At this time, the calmness and rationality had already been washed away by the alcohol, and what was left to him was only the initial war-thirsty. He swung the sharp sword without any sign of the past, as if he was swinging the sword with a different person, It looks very natural.

He is like in a dream, life and death have long been ignored, this battle is extremely dangerous, but he is fearless.

Knowing that it is death, he will still go, because there is no way out.

This is what his master taught him back then. He would rather be broken than whole, and even turn it into an even more extreme thought. Since there is no way out, then fight to the death. He will be afraid of the opponent if he fights to the death.

This is insane and irrational.

But now Chen Fan, how can he still be rational?

He only knew that the people in front of him not only aroused his fighting spirit, but also enraged him.

call out! call out! call out!

In the blink of an eye, the Wuya sword in his hand flashed across the air like lightning, and the sword lights flashed in all directions, followed by his figure covering all directions, nine figures appeared, and Feng Wuji and the others surrounded.

The ancient tiger head turned into a hurricane roared towards one of the figures, Xu Wuhui swiped the sharp sword in his hand, and thousands of troops galloped out, with no tendency to return.

This is Xu Wuhui's way of swordsmanship, once a sword is struck, there is no regret.

Chen Fan's expression was indifferent, surprisingly cold, and nine figures raised Wuya Sword at the same time. This was the Nine Swords Guiyi that he hadn't used for a long time, but now he used it again, returning to the basics and showing it for the first time in a ruthless state.

Nine swords come out together, ten thousand dharmas come together!

"This is..." When Feng Wuji and the others saw this sword art, their expressions changed slightly.

"Gong Jiu's Jiugong Sword Art, this person is really related to Gong Jiu." The young woman said in a deep voice.

Xu Wuhui said coldly: "So what if the nine swords return to one, the two of us join forces, Gong Jiu can't guarantee that we can win."

In the depths of the bamboo forest, Yang Tianji was also slightly stunned. Looking at the figure of Chen Fan in the battlefield, he frowned and whispered: "Could it be that he is the human race of Gong Jiu? No, Gong Jiu was already in the middle of distraction more than 2,000 years ago. , his human body is at least in the late stage of distraction, could it be... this person is a disciple of his human body?"

However, in the battlefield, as soon as Chen Fan turned into nine, the nine sharp swords did not fall down for a long time. The nine figures held the sharp sword high, and the void space suddenly became oppressive.

Afterwards, under the shocked eyes of everyone, facing the ultimate moves of Feng Wuji and Xu Wuhui, Chen Fan's nine figures finally moved, stepped out of the Nine Palace Steps, ignored the two ultimate moves, and suddenly stepped out. Nine Palaces Sword Formation.

This is not nine swords returning to one at all, but the last sword of nine figures simultaneously performing the Jiugong Sword Art, and it is also the most powerful sword.

Ninety-Nine Recovery!