At the foot of Qianhua Mountain, Feng Chuan looked at Chen Fan in surprise, but then he felt relieved. He thought of the phantom of the emperor he saw in Chen Fan's sea of ​​consciousness when he was in the Yingmeng Flower Valley. It was not surprising that Chen Fan could break free from his illusion, but what he couldn't understand was that Chen Fan was obviously Mu Chenzhou's disciple, so how could he get involved with the Imperial Palace?

The descendant of the Emperor, whose name is Changqing. The descendant of the Emperor, Song Changqing, has long been well known to the world, but this legend comes from the mountains. It is unknown what Chen Fan, who suddenly appeared outside the mountain gate of Liuyun Sword Sect a few years ago and was then taken up the mountain by Mu Chenzhou himself.

He had an intuition that there must be some big secrets in this young man who had unknown origin but had the bloodline of nourishing spirits.

His eyes were serene, as if flames were pounding, and he licked the corner of his mouth cruelly and walked towards Chen Fan.

The wind and rain were cold, but Chen Fan seemed to be burned by an invisible fire. After his body changed, he felt every piece of flesh and blood, every bone, and the strong desire for battle burst out from every hair. His pulse seemed to follow some strange rhythm, and a passionate battle song that seemed to be fighting the sky and the earth.

He couldn't control himself, and he whistled to the sky, living like a crazy war beast.

He threw out the wine jar wildly, letting it shatter on the ground, holding the sword in both hands, lifted it upwards, pointing to the sky from afar. With his long roar, a deafening thunder suddenly sounded from the sky, and then a long silver-white arc that cut through half the sky.

Thunder and lightning shine on the earth, heavy rain washes the sky, and a young man holds his sword and is full of fighting spirit!

Feng Chuan's pupils suddenly shrank, and everything in front of him seemed to be different from what he imagined, and it had exceeded his control. Seeing Chen Fan's aura getting stronger and stronger, he suddenly accelerated, and the raindrops that fell on him were ignited in an instant.

The rotten fire ignited the rain, and they fell to the ground with a dark and strange green.

Sparks spread across the prairie, and the miserable green was spreading at an unstoppable speed. In just a few short blinks of fingers, behind Feng Chuan, the miserable green flames were beating.

This powerful and powerful rainstorm was like adding fuel to the fire, gradually spreading into a miserable green sea of ​​fire, just like a ghost soldier from the underworld passing through and following Feng Chuan to attack the world.

With a loud "boom", mud and water splashed everywhere. Chen Fan's long sword fell to the ground, smashing out a deep pit more than a foot long. Thunder and lightning filled the pit, emitting a horrifying aura.

Looking at the sky, three thick and fierce purple thunders gathered from the endless black clouds in the sky, following the point of Chen Fan's heavy sword, chasing Feng Chuan.

The tragic green sea of ​​fire in the storm and the three purple thunders containing the destruction of all wills, interprets an extremely strange but soul-stirring picture.

Chen Fan raised his hand, pulled off his shirt roughly, revealing his strong muscles, mopped the long sword on the ground, and rushed towards Feng Chuan with big strides.

The purple thunder has not fallen, and the spring thunder rises again.

It was the embroidered winter passing through, and the beginning of the spring thunder finally started, Chen Fan's face remained unchanged, but the rapid decline of the spiritual power in his body made his breath a little messy.

No, it was not just a messy breath. After a closer look, his body was covered with fine and shallow cracks, and blue veins bulged, as if he would think of a funnel and spray blood with a light touch.

It turned out that the two forced thunder and the body was damaged, and they were already overwhelmed and were lingering on the verge of collapse of the body.

The black patterns of the little beast on his shoulder became deeper and deeper, looking as vivid as a living thing.

Feng Chuan kept walking, looking at Tian Lei with his eyes squintedly and frowned.

This thunder is a real thunder, not a spiritual thunder made by magic. In terms of terror, it is more than several times stronger than the spiritual thunder. Even if it is as powerful as him, he will not dare to resist it. However, these three strange thunders clearly locked in his aura and rushed towards him. I am afraid it will be difficult to avoid it.

Feng Chuan murmured in his heart that the body that was moving at a rapid speed suddenly stopped, and then strangely turned into a pool of blood mist that was as thick as ink. The blood mist swayed and split into two, and its momentum suddenly increased.

Chen Fan's pupils shrank suddenly, and the lightning arc he drew on the ground, the dazzling lightning suddenly disappeared, as if it had reached its limit and was spreading elsewhere.

At this moment, two thunders with a breath of nirvana finally came down after countless shouts in Chen Fan's heart, and they really came out after a lot of calls!

"boom"

"boom"

There were two loud noises, mud and water gushing, causing the rain to be messy.

Two blood mists were directly chopped into the ground and covered by mud and water, but they instantly came out again. Although they were dim and nearly transparent, they still roared towards Chen Fan.

Chen Fan's face was calm, and he dragged his sword to start running, towards the miserable green sea of ​​fire and the figure that appeared in the sea at some point.

The figure was a boy, wearing purple clothes, holding a sword with his eyes closed, and the fire behind him was surging... His name was Fu Kun, and the stubborn young man who was buried underground not long ago.

Chen Fan knew that he must have been hit by Feng Chuan's illusion again. He ignored the approaching blood mist, but stared at the sea of ​​fire without saying a word, and didn't know what he was thinking.

When the two blood mists were about to meet Chen Fan, they suddenly merged and became Feng Chuan again. He looked joking, with bloodthirsty and madness.

But then, bloodthirst and madness condensed on his face, turning into astonishment.

Chen Fan really ignored him. At the moment of meeting, Chen Fan did not dodge or avoid, did not hold his sword, and did not even look at him with a squint, and just passed by him.

Feng Chuan was extremely shocked, as if he didn't understand how Chen Fan saw through it, and stood there blankly looking at Chen Fan's back. Chen Fan did not turn around, and kept saying lightly, "There is still a thunder that has not fallen, you are not Feng Chuan!"

Then he plunged into this vast green sea of ​​fire.

Feng Chuan suddenly realized... slowly disappeared from the spot.

Suddenly he broke into the rotten fire. Even though he had already been prepared, the extreme torture almost made Chen Fan collapse. The fine cracks began to slowly bleed, like a layer of fine blood-colored scales. The blood was mixed with some sharp ice particles, cutting the wound tightly, causing him to suffer. But he was always determined and raised his sword and thunder.

The boy opened his eyes, his bloody eyes were bloodthirsty, and the sea of ​​fire surged wildly, and he rushed towards Chen Fan. Chen Fan's eyes were flying in spirit, and he was almost trembling with excitement.

"war!"

The wind was howling, the lightning covered his eyes, and the heavy sword carried the momentum of ten thousand pounds to slash towards the young man. The young man drew out his sword, the sea of ​​fire was soaring into the clouds, and he faced Chen Fan.

"Bang" The two swords intersected, and the sharp sword tip suddenly burst out with a strong light like the scorching sun. The third heavenly thunder that had not fallen for a long time finally revealed. It was like a long rainbow, carrying the great momentum of the heaven and earth, gathering the sharpness of the universe, and killing the world's evil devils.

The sea of ​​fire was triggered by Feng Chuan, and the endless demons appeared. There was also a giant corrupt fire tiger that flapped its wings and rose up. It roared long, carrying green light, and wanted to compete for the bright sky thunder.

The world is full of scenery, showing the true nature of the underworld.

The long silver-white arc that Chen Fan had accumulated for a long time could finally bloom. With a roar, a thundersnake suddenly raised its huge tail, tweaked the fire, and set off an uncontrollable wave of fire.

A series of loud noises directly disrupted the rain. Thunder and fire raged violently, leaving behind a mess all over the ground. The long snake's huge tail swept across, smashing out a sea of ​​fire. The giant tiger swallowed thunder and exploded without a trace.

Chen Fan's ** finally couldn't withstand the repeated overdraft explosions, and his whole body was blew away heavily, and then fell to the ground. As soon as he landed on the ground, the mud and water under him were dyed red.

He was exhausted and unable to fight again. He looked at Feng Chuan with blurred eyes, full of unwillingness.

Feng Chuan was torn clothes, his face turned black, and there was eye-catching blood on the corner of his mouth, and he was obviously injured. There was electricity from time to time on his body, and a burnt smell spread out in the wind and rain. He moved his slightly numb body, stood in front of Chen Fan, and looked at him condescendingly.

Feng Chuan reached out, held a ball of cautious flames, and smiled cruelly and said, "It's over. Although the process doesn't satisfy me very much. But you are going to die in the end."

Just at the stall where Feng Chuan thought Chen Fan would die, an illusory mirror suddenly appeared in the void, coming silently. In the mirror, a man was wearing a red dress, barefoot, and three small golden bells tied with red ropes on his ankles.

She stepped on the stars, her clothes fluttered, and she ran hard.

The black little beast pattern on Chen Fan's shoulder suddenly burst out with a violent aura, and a white light burst out, and a sound of beast roars that shook the fields suddenly rang out.

Feng Chuan's face changed, and the rotten fire in his hand suddenly pressed down!

"No!" the girl shouted, full of despair. Her hair that was covered with waist was instantly frantically, her speed increased sharply, and she jumped to the edge of the mirror in the blink of an eye. However, at this moment, Feng Chuan's hand was approaching Chen Fan's head.

"Roar" a small red claw suddenly stretched out from Chen Fan's shoulder, and then a red-haired black-horned beast the size of a fist drilled out from Chen Fan's body. Its black horn contained mysterious fluctuations, and with destruction, it crashed into Feng Chuan like a tree-shaking mayfly.

Feng Chuan had no time to avoid this sudden collision.

"Ah" Feng Chuan shouted in extreme horror. His eyes opened, and he clearly noticed that his sternum was destroyed by a force of not particularly powerful but with some extreme destructive force.

At this time, the girl in red also stepped out of the illusory mirror door. Her red clothes floated, revealing a small piece of delicate calves, her pretty face was as cold as a winter night, and her murderous intent was stern.

She rushed straight towards Feng Chuan and raised her fist. The power that was so powerful that Feng Chuan could not even defend herself fell sharply.

Feng Chuan shouted in despair in his heart, "Bone building, this is bone building..." The violent and powerful force broke his body with just one punch, shattering his bones, like a kite with a broken string, falling into the river, without knowing life and death.

The girl turned around and the strange black-horned red-haired beast turned white at some point, falling to Chen Fan's body, without moving! Chen Fan was covered in blood and couldn't bear to look at him in a miserable state.

She did not dislike the muddy ground, ran to him barefoot, nor did she dislike him covered in blood. She opened her hands and hugged him tightly!

A pair of tears, like broken glass, the crying sounded sadly and the throat was full of energy, and I don’t know how deep it was.

She looked at his face that was no longer similar to that in her memory, and choked and said, "Long time, long time, long time no see..."

(End of this chapter)
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