Tang Fan's voice startled the two men. A trace of cruelty flashed in their eyes, and they stabbed Tang Fan with long swords in their hands.
Tang Fan made a gesture and flew out two flying swords from the Qiankun Bag.
Silver light flashed, and the two flying swords looked like two lightning dragons in the night sky, passing through their chests.
"Feijian, he is from the Immortal Sect!"
The two of them opened their eyes wide, their hands loosened, and the sword fell to the ground.
They covered their chests with their hands, their faces were horrified, and their eyes were filled with regret and despair.
The first group of people they attacked were killers hired by Chen Yang with money from other places, and they didn't know Tang Fan's true strength.
"Pfft!"
Just when the two were in a daze, two flying swords turned around behind them, roared back, and cut their necks.
Their heads flew high into the sky, and their bodies fell to the ground spurting blood.
"Humph, you two idiots, your Grandpa Tang is a master of foundation building!"
Tang Fan stepped forward and kicked the two bodies, with a proud look on his face, and flew high into the sky again, apparently searching for enemies.
Chen Yang, who was hiding in the dark with his face covered, shook his head, looked back at his direct subordinates behind him, and said, "Three people have passed by, I want to see what else he is capable of!"
After receiving the order, the three of them suddenly flew out and headed straight for Tang Fan.
Chen Yang took the others and hid there without moving. He had done some research and knew that Tang Fan could kill people beyond his level, so he wanted to find out his true strength.
Tang Fan had been secretly observing their actions, but when the three people appeared behind him, he turned around belatedly.
"Who are you?"
Tang Fan held the cold iron ice blade in his hand and pointed at the three men majestically and asked.
"Kill your people!"
The leading middle-aged monk snorted coldly, made a gesture with his hand, and sent a sword energy straight towards Tang Fan.
Taking this opportunity, the other two ancient martial arts masters also attacked Tang Fan.
Each of them holds a wolf-toothed knife. The blade is sharp and there are many spikes on the back of the knife. If it cuts on the body, countless blood holes will be formed immediately.
"What a poisonous weapon!"
Tang Fan first threw the cold iron ice blade against the sword energy, and then waved his palm to fight with the two people in front of him.
These three people were a strange fighting combination. A monk led two ancient warriors. The monk used long-range attacks to consume the opponent's cultivation, and the other two ancient warriors took the opportunity to approach.
The storm created by the sword collided with the sword energy, and an explosion resounded through the night sky. The sword energy collapsed, and the cold iron and ice blades were also shaken aside.
With the power of the cold iron ice blade, it would not be like this. This was Tang Fan deliberately paralyzing the enemy.
"Thousands of inheritances are like the palm of the sun!"
Tang Fan swung out with a single palm. As his strength increased, he had not used this move for a long time.
A handprint flew out in front of him, holding a sun on it, and slammed towards the two people in front of him.
"No, get out of here!"
The two of them quickly dodged, but they were still a step too late.
"boom!"
The fiery sun suddenly exploded, and the impact knocked the two of them away, causing them to fall heavily to the ground.
"Pfft!"
The two spit out a large mouthful of dirty blood. If Tang Fan hadn't used all his strength, they would have met the King of Hell long ago.
"you wanna die!"
The monk frowned. Although Tang Fan's revealed cultivation was only foundation building, his combat power had already surpassed that of ordinary foundation building monks.
"Dragon Hand!"
He made a gesture and a huge claw appeared in front of him, flying towards Tang Fan fiercely.
"Shen Gang Fist!"
Tang Fan saw that the opponent's strength was too poor, so he only made two changes. Two fist shadows shot out and collided with the huge claws.
"boom!"
A loud noise spread around, the golden light fist exploded, and the claws collapsed instantly.
The middle-aged monk was shaken and flew backwards like a kite, with a look of disbelief on his face.
"What an amazing magical power!"
Tang Fan chased after him and picked up the cold iron ice blade along the way, which instantly increased his speed.
Just as the middle-aged monk stood firm, Tang Fan was already approaching, and with a swipe of his snow-white sword, he slashed across his neck.
Then, Tang Fan flew out and kicked his head in the direction of Chen Yang.
"This punch feels so familiar..."
Chen Yang suddenly thought of the middle-aged fat man who saved Mo Yan from Ye Xian, but when he thought about it carefully, Tang Fan's punch was much weaker than the opponent's.
What's more, Tang Fan's appearance at the moment was completely different from that middle-aged fat man. Chen Yang couldn't believe that they were the same person.
"That knife is a good magic weapon. It can be used for close combat or long-range attack. However, its most powerful thing is probably its speed."
"I guess the reason why he was able to leapfrog and kill people was because of his speed, which caught the opponent off guard."
"But based on this alone, you are no match for me!"
Chen Yang didn't care at all about the miserable situation of his subordinates, and murmured to himself, thinking that he had a detailed understanding of Tang Fan.
"Young Master, shall we come?"
Behind him, a subordinate asked.
Before Chen Yang could say anything, he heard Tang Fan floating in the air and shouting: "Who else is there!"
"If you have the guts, come out to me. How dare you challenge me, a bunch of losers!"
Tang Fan had an arrogant look on his face and looked very embarrassed.
Chen Yang shook his head and said with a smile: "Tang Heng, how could you lose to such a fool? It's so embarrassing!"
"I don't care who you are, if you want to kill me, Tang Fan, you must be prepared to be killed!"
Tang Fan was flying around and inadvertently headed straight for Chen Yang.
"Kill him tonight to save yourself from trouble later!"
Chen Yang waved his hand, and two more masters flew out from behind, one in the late stage of foundation building and the other in the early stage of King Wu.
Although Chen Yang is a monk, he grew up in the Baji Sect and has high attainments in ancient martial arts. He later turned to practicing magic.
Among his subordinates, monks and ancient warriors coexisted. For this purpose, he specially developed a set of attack routines for long and near cooperation.
Tang Fan saw the cultivation level of these two people, and also saw that behind Chen Yang, there was an old man who was at the peak of the late stage of alchemy, guarding him.
What is the identity of Chen Yang, and he is accompanied by a peak powerhouse in the late stage of pill formation?
If Chen Yang joins forces with the old man, Tang Fan will definitely not be his opponent.
After thinking for a while, he came up with an idea, took out two high-level talismans and threw them at the two strong men in front of him.
The talisman burned, emitting streaks of golden light, and a terrifying pressure was released from it.
"No, be careful, that's a high-level thunder explosion talisman!"
The old man behind Chen Yang warned loudly, but it was already too late for the two of them to escape.
The two talismans exploded together, and two balls of golden light exploded into one, forming two frightening golden lightning bolts that struck the two of them fiercely.
"Bang bang bang..."
"ah!"
The two screamed and were instantly blown into two plumes of black smoke. The cold wind blew and turned them into nothing.
"What a... What a powerful talisman. It turns out that this is his trump card!"
Chen Yang was so frightened that he quickly retreated. Even if he was a man of alchemy cultivation, if he didn't take out his magic weapon to resist, he would be seriously injured by such a talisman attack.
"Let me see where you are hiding!"
Tang Fan reached out and threw out two more talismans, flying straight towards Chen Yang and the old man.
"Young Master, let's retreat first..."
The old man who was at the peak of the late stage of pill formation didn't know how many more talismans Tang Fan could throw, so he didn't dare to be careless and pulled Chen Yang back quickly.
"It's not that easy to run away!"
Tang Fan quickly chased after him from behind and at the same time threw out a handful of black poison pills.
"boom……"
The poisonous elixir exploded at the same time, and the mist of various colors was mixed together and blown by the wind towards Chen Yang and Chen Yang.
"This...this elixir is poisonous!"
The old man sensed something was wrong, but the mist was so powerful that it would have an effect as long as it got a little bit on it.
By the time the two of them discovered it, it was already too late.
"Ah...my clothes!"
"Tang Fan, I will cut you into pieces!"
Chen Yang cursed angrily. He originally wanted to attack by surprise, but he suffered a hidden loss.
"Idiot, how dare you sneak attack your Grandpa Tang..."
Tang Fan laughed loudly and seemed to be chasing after him, but he gradually slowed down.