Taoyuan Mountain Village: Beginning as a Grandpa

With an order, attacks like a storm hit Chen Yifan's body repeatedly.

But Chen Yifan didn't dodge all the time, he just let these attacks fall, but each attack, although he added a few wounds to his body, at the same time made a warrior disappear from this world forever.

Blood spread on this road of no return. I don't know how many undead souls stayed in this place forever tonight.

At this time, Chen Yifan was like a real demon from hell. That terrifying voice was completely imprinted in the hearts of everyone, and it was difficult to dispel it.

puff!

A hideous wound dispelled half of the dark aura on the Shadow Saberman, and a deep scratch appeared on his chest.

Only half a point away, the Shadow Swordsman might lose his life.

madman!demon!devil!Everyone no longer knew how to describe the figure in front of them. They only knew that his ferocious smile and bloodthirsty eyes made everyone tremble in their hearts.

They felt that what they were facing was not a human warrior at all, but a demon king who crawled out of an unknown world.

This demon king will bring slaughter to the world.

Not only these masters who were fighting, but even the many warriors who were watching the battle in the distance trembled unconsciously.

Many timid people turned pale for a while, and even passed out directly.

They were completely dumbfounded at this moment. This was the first time they had seen such a bloody and terrifying battle.

No!This is not a battle between warriors at all!

From the beginning to the end, they did not see any look of fear on Chen Yifan's face, nor did they feel any sign of fatigue.

It seems that this is a killing, a killing that will destroy the sect warriors.

"Come on! Come on! Come on!"

Chen Yifan laughed loudly, facing the sudden stabbing spear, he allowed it to pierce his lower abdomen without showing any sign of pain.

His big hand smashed towards the half-witted spearman with a claw.

Pooh!The head of this half-witted gunman was easily exploded like a watermelon, but almost at the same time, two cold lights flickered on the left and right, and it turned out to be two long swords, stabbing towards his legs .

Blood left from his legs in an instant, staining the ground under his feet red.

But Chen Yifan still stood firmly on the spot, his body didn't even tremble, but the smile on the corner of his mouth became colder and colder.

"Okay, okay!" His gaze didn't sweep over the two of them at all, but he just threw two punches at the same time, one left and one right.

All these changes seemed to have come too suddenly, the two of them didn't react at all, and their bodies turned into a layer of blood mist under the fists.

call!The cold evening wind blowing through the canyon, mixed with a strong smell of blood, stimulated the nerves of everyone present.

Up to this moment, among the fifteen half-step powerhouses, eleven of them have died, and three of them were seriously injured, almost without fighting ability.

Only one half-stepped god can still barely hold on, and there are no wounds on his body.I don't know how many corpses were scattered on the ground, surrounding Chen Yifan, forming a circle of corpses.

Blood dripped from his body drop by drop, but he himself didn't seem to feel it at all.

"You you you you! Are you a human being or some kind of monster!" The man with a long sword was half-stepped, his legs were trembling slightly, and he gritted his teeth and looked at Chen Yifan with horror in his eyes.

At this time, Chen Yifan's body was covered with scars, from head to toe, there was not a single intact part to be seen.But he still didn't fall down, what's more, he didn't have the slightest intention to retreat.

Until today, he couldn't believe that such monsters really existed in the world. Even when faced with the existence of those horrible people organized by the master, he was not as afraid as he is today.

Yes, he was scared, really scared!

If he had fear of death in his heart when facing the people in the Lord's organization, then now, when facing Chen Yifan, he could only feel his soul trembling.

It was an unknown fear, and it seemed that death was already the best choice for him.

escape!must escape!At this moment, running away became the only thought in his mind.

He swore that if he could survive today, he would keep his name anonymous in the future, never interfere with any affairs in the martial arts world, and would always keep a distance from Chen Yifan. He would never set foot in any city Chen Yifan was in.

Unexpectedly, the idea of ​​running away had just appeared in his mind, when a blood-colored figure appeared in front of him at some point.

A finger, shining with blood-colored light, lightly tapped on his forehead, like fireworks bursting.

Under the terrified gazes of everyone, the body of this half-step powerhouse exploded completely, turning into a thick rain of blood-colored fireworks, and drifting away towards the surroundings.

The blood-colored rain fell on the bodies of every martial artist, and it seemed that no matter what, it was difficult to clean it off.

"How is this possible? How is this possible?" The Shadow Swordsman held a half-cut knife in his hand and looked around in disbelief.

On the road of no return, there were corpses everywhere, and traces of blood could be seen on every inch of land that could be seen.

He couldn't even imagine what kind of monster it was that could turn them, a group of forces that could crush the martial arts world in the Central Plains, into ashes.

Is the person in front of you really a person?So cruel?It is cruel to the enemy, and it is even more cruel to itself.

He didn't know the answer to this question, let alone had the opportunity to think about the answer to this question.

The sound of light footsteps brought them back to reality from their thoughts. The eyes of many psychic powerhouses who were still alive were full of fear, staring at the person in front of them.

The figure who looked like a hell devil walked towards them step by step, with a playful and cold smile on the corner of his mouth.

The knife in the Shadow Swordsman's hand had already been broken, and the hideous wounds on the bodies of the other two masters beside him prevented them from exerting any energy.

Looking at this figure, they didn't dare to resist at all, they prostrated themselves on the ground and begged for mercy.

"I was wrong! Please, don't kill us! We are nothing more than pawns organized by the master! We are just their dogs! We are all forced!"

The two masters had already been scared out of their wits, their faces were pale, and they kept kowtowing for mercy.

Perhaps at this moment, even they themselves don't know what they are talking about at all. They just subconsciously feel that the only way to survive at this moment is to beg for mercy.