The Pinnacle of Martial Arts Cultivation

In full view, Chen Fan took out the demon tail and directly turned it into a long whip in his hand.

"Cracking!"

Everyone can only see that there are countless lightning powers lingering on the long whip, even if they are far away, they can clearly feel the powerful power contained within.

Zhao Wuchen only felt a tingling pain in his back, as if the whip injury he was drawn on that day had broken out again.

Only he knew the power of the whip, so he couldn't help but sneered at Xue Wankun.

There was also Real Person Ling Yun. Almost when Chen Fan had just taken out the demon tail, he showed a greedy expression. If it hadn't been for the attention of Xue Wankun to test the depth, he would have already snatched it by himself.

At this moment, everyone looked different, each had a ghost, but Xue Wankun didn't have time to care about all this, he had already completed his momentum!

"Junior, let you see today, what is real power!"

After all, the whole person seemed to be turned into a cloud of blood, and came assaulting towards Chen Fan.

But at the same time, Chen Fan also moved!

"Snapped!"

The whip blasted in mid-air, and even the real Ling Yun could not capture the trajectory of the whip.

Everyone saw a flash of light, and half of Xue Wankun's body burst directly, like a mass of ground meat, limp on the ground!

Obviously those who are already dead cannot die anymore!

"what!"

"When did he become so strong?"

"The blood of King Wu Yizhong couldn't go through a round in his hands. Is this still a human?"

In an instant, there was a voice of discussion, and Ling Yun's pupils contracted even more, revealing a touch of fear.

The previous whip contained the power of Heavenly Tribulation, and this complemented each other, and the explosion of combat power doubled, even he did not dare to confront easily.

Slightly squinted his eyes and looked around, knowing that Real Person Ling Yun noticed that the electric light on the whip was slightly weaker after the blow, and finally he was relieved.

"It seems that this child used the Supreme Treasure to attract the power of Heavenly Tribulation, and there is still an end to this thing!"

With this thought in his heart, Ling Yun took a breath, and at the same time dispelled the last bit of doubt.

After all, in the face of so many people chasing and killing, Chen Fan dared to turn his head to resist, is it possible to die?

Now with the electric-optical whip, everything is easy to explain.

Real person Ling Yun believed that Chen Fan had a definite goal, and wanted to deter him with a sentence in exchange for a chance to escape.

"Hmph, it's a pity, all of this can't be hidden from the old man's eye, Chen Fan, you are still mine!"

True person Ling Yun muttered to himself in his heart, but he didn't know that all the clues he knew were the mists that Chen Fan deliberately released.

After all, it is not so easy to get a group of old foxes fooled.

"Everyone, this child is holding the most precious treasure of the monster race, and its power is so extraordinary. Be careful, don't follow the footsteps of the blood palm!

As soon as this statement came out, everyone including Zhao Wuchen cursed the old fox in their hearts.

The implication of Ling Yun's words was to ask everyone to attack Chen Fan together, but he himself waited peacefully in the rear to take advantage of the fisherman's profit.

It happened that everything was so grand-sounding, and it was shameless to keep oneself firmly under the righteousness.

Of course, despite the indignation in the heart, everyone did not dare to expose the slightest on their faces, and they actually launched attacks one after another.

For a while, the roar of magic spells exploded, and the dazzling light almost covered the entire cliff, and Chen Fan seemed to be a flat boat overnight in a storm, and could only drift with the flow.

In such a scene, only two people did not do anything.

The first person is Ling Yun, and the second person is Zhao Wuchen.