The strongest soldier of the female president

This sword is worthy of his status——

Fan Chenfan is a middle-level disciple of Tianshengmen, and his father is a deacon of Tianshengmen, and his strength is even more advanced. In addition, Fanchenfan is hardworking and studious, and his strength has improved quickly, so he was given this sword.

"Boy, you are the first person to let my sword out of its sheath when you come to this mortal world—"

Fan Chenfan said coldly: "When my sword is unsheathed, people will die, so you are doomed—"

Still crazy.

What about suppressing Chen Yang with one hand?

Before he had one hand, he began to draw the sword——

Why are you so shameless?

"Then am I not honored?"

Chen Yang sneered, and said in a deep voice: "I believe what you said, the person who draws the sword out of the sheath must die, but the person who must die must not be me—"

"Hmph, is it?"

Chen Yang's words sounded in his ears, Fan Chenfan shook his shoulders, and hummed softly: "Then give it a try, and see if it's your bragging ability or my sword that's better, see what you do—"

sound off.

With a movement of Fan Chenfan, he slashed at Chen Yang with a sword.

The momentum is rampant.

With the momentum of thunder, as long as Chen Yang is touched or scratched, he will surely die.

This momentum, like ten thousand horses galloping, thunder rolling, makes the scalp tingle, and the heart trembles——

The sword light that shines from this sword makes people unable to tell which is the real body, which is the illusory sword shadow, and every time the sword shadow has an aura that wants to devour the opponent——

"Boy, go to hell—"

The strength is condensed on the sword, the shadow of the sword is heavy, the room is also at this moment, there is no wind, but it makes people feel a little chilly, fearful, frightened, and the mouth is a little dry——

Dao Dao Jian Ying, unable to tell the truth from reality, slashed heavily at Chen Yang.

Steady——

Seeing this scene and seeing Fan Chenfan's invincible blow, Zhao Weitian nodded in satisfaction. This is the "Phantom Sword", the unique skill of their Tianshengmen. Unexpectedly, Fan Chenfan practiced the phantom sword to the point of sword shadow This move of Unreal, although Zhao Weitian is already strong in the middle stage of foundation establishment, but if he wants to take over the move of Fan Chenfan, who is strong in the early stage of foundation establishment, he is not sure.

After all, this move is too overbearing.

The most important thing is that you can't tell the truth from the truth.

Being unable to distinguish reality from reality means that you cannot dodge, because when countless sword shadows lock on to the enemy, no matter how the opponent dodges, as long as he cannot find the body, he will definitely be killed with one blow, and even if he cannot, he will be severely injured , on the brink of death.

Therefore, in Zhao Weitian's view, Chen Yang was already dead.

Died under this move.

"break--"

Suddenly, Chen Yang shouted loudly, his eyes burst into cold light, and he saw Chen Yang leaping deeply, facing a sword shadow in the air, smashing his fist wildly, and the countless other sword shadows were ignored by him in a daze up.

Instead, he rushed towards one of the sword shadows.

"This--"

Zhao Weitian was taken aback, he didn't understand what Chen Yang was going to do, was he courting death?
but--

This scene shocked Fan Chenfan, his face turned pale and pale——

"Impossible, impossible—"

I shouted in my heart.

"How did he know that this is the real body of Jianying? It's impossible, he, a guy in the mundane world, actually - no, it's impossible -"

Impossible becomes impossible.

Perhaps, it is impossible in his heart.

But with Chen Yang, everything is possible.

The Qiankun Jue soared up, and the violent and powerful energy, billowing and roaring like a rainbow, poured into this fist with a roar.

"Bang-"

A punch hit the back of the sword shadow in the illusion.

"Kuragaw—"

"puff--"

"Bang-"

The two violent energies collided, and in an instant, the explosion-like muffled thunder spread, causing Chen Yang to fly backwards, slid far on the ground, and hit the wall before he stopped, his face a little ugly.

Look at Fan Chenfan again.

The moment he flew upside down, he fell to the ground and hit the corner of the wall, spitting out blood, and the sword that made him so proud instantly faded away and fell beside him.

"Crack clap-"

The sword actually cracked several cracks.

It cracked——

The sword is useless.

how can that be.

It is absolutely impossible.

More importantly, it was smashed by Chen Yang's punch.

This made him unable to accept the fact.

Mind broke.

"Chen Yang—"

Sun Rourou was also shocked by the force of the two collisions, and her body shook slightly, but when she saw Chen Yang hit the door, she got up and went over to see how Chen Yang was doing. Chen Yang raised his hand, looked at Sun Rourou, and said in a deep voice, "Don't move, just sit there, and when I clean them up, you're saying—"

At this time, if Sun Rourou came over, during the fight, the willful waves of energy would be ruthless and short-sighted. Even if he could control it, the opponent might not be concerned about whether Sun Rourou would be injured.

"Forehead--"

I could hear some anxiety in Chen Yang's tone. Although Sun Rourou was very worried about Chen Yang, she still nodded obediently and sat there, not daring to move.

I just hope that Chen Yang is safe and sound.

"You, what realm have you reached? How could, how could it be possible to smash this high-quality sword of mine with one punch? It's impossible, it's impossible—"

Fan Chenfan leaning on the corner, his eyes were a little dull, his face was full of disbelief, shock and horror, it was absolutely beyond his imagination and knowledge that a mere mortal person could have such strength.

"Also, how did you, how did you find the body of my sword shadow? Who is it, tell me, tell Wu—”

At the end, he roared.

Although the blood stained the black mask he was wearing, he still didn't take it off.

"Mortal Fan—"

Zhao Weitian took out a bottle from his bosom, poured out a few pills, stepped forward, knelt down, and put them into Fan Chenfan's mouth: "You're hurt, you're confused, don't get angry, stabilize your mind, heal your injury, This kid has some strength, it seems that we underestimated him, let me avenge you."

"Do not--"

Fan Chenfan swallowed the elixir, shook his head and said, "Zhao Weitian, this kid ruined my sword and hurt me, I want to kill him with my own hands, kill him with my own hands, otherwise, even if I die, I will not rest in peace. I am not reconciled, I actually lost to the mundane guy, this tone, this face, I am not reconciled, really not reconciled—”

"Confused--"

Zhao Weitian put away the bottle containing the elixir, frowned, and scolded: "You are not his opponent yet, now, let me avenge you, you first adjust your breath and recuperate, let me meet him—"

Zhao Weitian turned around, swept Chen Yang with gloomy eyes, nodded heavily, and said coldly: "Emperor Kai, even if you don't get the Taixuan Lingzhu today, you will die. You are too terrifying. Keeping you will only be a disaster. For disasters, it must be strangled, ba——"

sound off.

The long sword in his hand was pulled out, exuding a cold killing intent, which made people's backs creepy.