Taoyuan Mountain Village: Beginning as a Grandpa

"Something's wrong!" Chen Yifan's expression changed, and his figure immediately turned into a streak of light, and he was about to back away from the road of no return.

But now, it was too late for him.

Swipe!A series of dark green sharp blades broke out from the ground, like a retrograde storm, flying high into the sky.

The sharp blade seemed to be mixed with some kind of energy that could melt energy, and it actually cut Chen Yifan's blood-colored energy coat, and cut several hideous cuts on his body.

It wasn't until the ghostly green rain finally stopped that Chen Yifan stood on the edge of the canyon and saw the appearance of those green sharp blades clearly.

Hundreds of green sharp blades, which looked like prismatic darts, hovered above the point of no return, as if they were about to fall at any time.

magic weapon!Seeing these sharp blades, Chen Yifan immediately recognized their origin, and he couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly.

Although he knew that these half-step gods came to this battle, they would definitely not be preparing for some fair battle, it was simply a trick to deceive children.

But he didn't expect that there are magic weapons hidden in the hands of these half-step gods!
This is no longer something that should exist in the martial arts world.

Even in the realm of cultivating immortals, only those who are above Tongxuan can refine it.

Could it be that the earth is really as he guessed, there were indeed many powerful immortal cultivators back then, but in the end, all of them disappeared.

Just as Chen Yifan was thinking, many sect warriors were having a carnival.

"Great, this monster is injured, our chance is here!"

There was excitement in their eyes, and they were about to retreat and escape, but one by one, they burst out with momentum again, and charged towards Chen Yifan.

And the fifteen half-step powerhouses who had been watching the battle also attacked at the same time and killed them from the cliff.

Everyone was determined to kill Chen Yifan, like a mountain torrent erupting, and they didn't think about retreating at all.

Chen Yifan's face was cold, his eyes fixed on the dark green sharp blade in the sky.

For these Zongmen warriors, even those who are half-stepped into the gods, or even the real masters of the gods, he doesn't care at all.

But the dark green magic weapon above his head made him have to guard against it.

"Little fox, I've raised you for so long, go and tear this thing up for me!" Chen Yifan's eyes were cold, and he had already made a decision.

Roar!
In an instant, a shocking roar came from his body, and he saw the blood-colored coat floating out of his body, continuously solidified in mid-air, and finally turned into a blood-colored fox, killing it high into the sky.

In just the blink of an eye, the magic weapon and the nine-tailed fox had already touched countless times, and bursts of shocking roars erupted.

And at this time, within the road of no return, a bloody battle was completely launched.

Fifteen half-stepped gods showed their strongest killing moves one after another, surrounded Chen Yifan in the middle, and did not give Chen Yifan any chance to escape.

"Kill this monster! For the Lord's organization!" Shadow Swordsman and the others were full of murderous aura, and the half-step divine aura was even more powerful, making the mountains and forests tremble constantly.

Their every move produced a kind of coordinated effect, and they continued to kill Chen Yifan.

Suffering from the sudden attack of the magic weapon just now, even Chen Yifan's body after being refined by Chunyang can already see the clear and visible wounds at this moment.

A series of killer moves by many half-step masters, constantly adding new wounds to his body.

The smell of fresh blood filled the air.

But Chen Yifan's eyes could not see any color of fear. If he looked carefully, there seemed to be a little excitement flashing in the corner of his eyes occasionally.

This kind of divine light is like a demon in hell, finally seeing its prey.

It has been a long time since the Lord of Blood Prison was reborn on Earth, and he has never felt this bloodthirsty taste.

"Go to hell!" A stooped old man waved a sickle-like weapon in his hand, hidden in a dark corner, and flew towards Chen Yifan's back.

If this hit, I am afraid that the body of a master martial artist will explode on the spot.

However, Chen Yifan didn't intend to dodge at all, and let the sickle stab his back.

At the same time, he turned around suddenly, with scarlet lights shining in his eyes, looking at the crooked old man with a ferocious and cold look.

A bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Something's wrong!" The rickety old man felt the hairs all over his body stand on end, and a sense of crisis that threatened to kill him was completely wrapped up in his heart.

He wanted to dodge, but it was too late.

I saw that Chen Yifan's right hand had already grasped the chain of the sickle, and pulled it forward forcefully, pulling the crooked old man out of the darkness.

With a punch, one shoulder of the stooped old man, together with his arm, exploded in mid-air at the same time.

The blood stained his face red, but it couldn't hide his frightened expression.

"Pfft!" Blood spit out from his mouth continuously, and he looked at Chen Yifan in horror, feeling his soul trembling.

It's not that he has never seen a terrifying strong man, but it was the first time he saw a strong man as crazy as Chen Yifan, but what he couldn't imagine was that everything just now was just the beginning.

"die!"

Another half-step psychic, seeing that Chen Yifan's attention was all focused on the rickety old man, came from the front and slashed at Chen Yifan's shoulder.

Blood flowed down Chen Yifan's arm.

But the ferocious and excited smile on the corner of Chen Yifan's mouth seemed to be a bit more serious, and the cold light in his eyes seemed to be able to swallow people up.

"Hehehe, what a joy."

A hoarse voice came from Chen Yifan's throat. It didn't sound like a human being could make at all. It seemed to come from the abyss of hell, resounding through every corner of the road of no return.

Everyone felt an inexplicable chill, and saw Chen Yifan slamming forward with one hand, regardless of the knife wound on his shoulder.

A dull cracking sound came from the half-stepped man.

On the chest of this half-step spiritual powerhouse, a big hole pierced through it.

His face was full of disbelief, it seemed that until the moment of his death, he hadn't figured out why Chen Yifan was so crazy.

"Is this guy really a lunatic!"

The Shadow Swordsman and the others gritted their teeth and looked over at this moment, but now, there was no way out, and the moves in their hands were even more severe, vowing to drive Chen Yifan to death.

"Kill! He's just doing his last struggle!"