Chapter 744 The Ruthless Sword
"Kill me?" Chen Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, his mind was confused, he only heard that someone was going to kill him, the killing intent filled his body instantly, a cold sword heart flowed at this moment, in the ruthless state, he returned to the strongest realm.
In this state, no one can tell how powerful it is, only know that in this state, this kind of person has no fear of life and death at all, and his fighting consciousness becomes very terrifying. He has no distracting thoughts, only the sword in his heart.
At this moment, Feng Wuji, Xu Wuhui and the others didn't realize that this was ruthlessness, they only felt that the Chen Fan in front of them seemed to be a little different, but they couldn't tell what the difference was.
In the dark of the bamboo grove, Yang Tianji watched the scene. He never stayed away from the beginning to the end. He said he would not make a move, but he never said he would not stay and watch the results. There is a slight trace of strange color on the face.
"Why did this happen suddenly? Could it be that the spirit pill was left for too long and had too many side effects?" Yang Tianji thought to himself, he couldn't see that Chen Fan in front of him had stepped into a state of ruthlessness, which has always been a state that only Mentioned in the records, no one has ever seen it with their own eyes.
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In the bamboo grove, the cold wind is blowing, and it is hard to tell whether it is the autumn wind of nature or the chill on someone's body.
Chen Fan holds the Wuya Sword in his hand, his eyes are lost, his mind is dull, and his killing intent is overwhelming.
Feng Wuji and Xu Wuhui stared at Chen Fan coldly. Although they had some scruples, they still regarded him as a dying person. Being able to suppress and kill Fu Hongchen did not mean that he could fight against Feng Wuji and Xu Wuhui. Escape together.
"Before you die, Fu Wangzuo wants to know your name, you can say it now, because I'm afraid you won't have a chance to speak later." Xu Wuhui said coldly.
"My name?" A trace of confusion flashed across Chen Fan's face. He couldn't even remember his own name clearly. He was so drunk that besides locking the breakthrough opportunity, he blocked some of his memories out of order. Instead, it unearthed something that was about to be forgotten.
After a few breaths, Chen Fan finally remembered his name, but he didn't answer.
"You are not entitled to know my name." Chen Fan said coldly, raising the Wuya sword in his hand.
The completely natural Jiugong Sword Art was used by him, which has nothing to do with memory. He forgot the past, but he used this sword art's starting move, as if it was an innate talent.
Like in a dream, he didn't wonder why he had this kind of sword art, he only knew that he wanted to fight, a fight to the fullest, to explode everything in his body.
"Arrogance, you dare to be so arrogant when you are about to die." Feng Wuji's face darkened, and he scolded angrily, and immediately opened the purple gold fan in his hand with a "hoo", and slowly opened it to Chen Fan's position, and the two of them The void on the other side suddenly concaved down.
Boom!
The void rebounded in an instant, the strong wind blew up, and the hurricane rolled up, turning into the head of an ancient tiger beast in mid-air, roaring towards Chenfan with its **** mouth open.
"Feng Wuji is really decisive with such an ultimate move as soon as he makes a move." The young woman nodded slightly, with a trace of reverence in her eyes.
The ancient tiger head formed by the hurricane has wind blades on all sides, comparable to sword light. With a light touch, the skin is instantly torn apart, and the tiger's mouth, which is full of hurricanes, is the center of the hurricane, which is even more terrifying. With the power of Feng Wuji's avenue, it can really swallow people.
"Kill!" Xu Wuhui didn't hesitate, and at the moment Feng Wuji made a move, he also decisively sacrificed his sharp sword.
The lion fights the rabbit with all its strength, not to mention that in front of them is Chen Fan who Zeng Zhen killed Fu Hongchen. Although they say they look down on Chen Fan, the killing moves they use are all extremely powerful.
Chen Fan held the Wuya Sword in his hand, and watched the powerful formula in front of him blast down, the heart of the sword in his body trembled, and the battle blood was seething.
At this time, the calmness and rationality had already been washed away by the alcohol, and what was left to him was only the initial war-thirsty. He swung the sharp sword without any sign of the past, as if he was swinging the sword with a different person, It looks very natural.
He seemed to be in a dream, life and death had long been ignored, this battle was extremely dangerous, but he was fearless.
Knowing that it is death, he will still go, because there is no way out.
This is what his master taught him back then. It is better to be broken than to be destroyed, and even turn it into an even more extreme thought. Since there is no way out, then fight to the death. If you fight to the death, you will be afraid of the opponent. If you fight to the death, you will kill the opponent together.
This is crazy and irrational.
But now Chen Fan, how can he still be rational?
He only knew that these people in front of him not only aroused his fighting spirit, but also enraged him.
Phew! call out! call out!
In the blink of an eye, the Wuya sword in his hand flashed across the air like lightning, and the sword lights were strange, flashing from all directions, and then his figure was all over the place, and nine figures appeared, killing Feng Wuji and the others. surrounded.
The ancient tiger head formed by the hurricane roared towards one of the figures. Xu Wuhui swiped the sharp sword in his hand, and thousands of troops galloped out. There was no tendency to return.
This is Xu Wuhui's way of swordsmanship. Once a sword is struck, there is no regret.
Chen Fan's expression was indifferent, surprisingly cold, and nine figures raised Wuya Sword at the same time. This was the Nine Swords Guiyi that he hadn't used for a long time, but now he used it again, returning to the basics and showing it for the first time in a ruthless state.
Nine swords come out together, and all methods are unified!
"This is..." When Feng Wuji and the others saw this sword art, their expressions changed slightly.
"Gong Jiu's Jiugong Sword Art, this person is really related to Gong Jiu." The young woman said in a deep voice.
Xu Wuhui said coldly: "So what if the nine swords return to one, the two of us join hands, Gong Jiu can't guarantee that we can win."
In the depths of the bamboo forest, Yang Tianji was also slightly stunned. Looking at the figure of Chen Fan in the battlefield, he frowned and whispered: "Could it be that he is the human race of Gong Jiu? No, Gong Jiu was already in the middle of distraction more than 2,000 years ago. , his human body is at least in the late stage of distraction, could it be... this person is a disciple of his human body?"
However, in the battlefield, once Chen Fan turned into nine, the nine sharp swords did not fall down for a long time. The nine figures held the sharp sword high, and the void space suddenly became oppressive.
Afterwards, under the shocked eyes of everyone, facing the ultimate moves of Feng Wuji and Xu Wuhui, Chen Fan's nine figures finally moved, stepped out of the Nine Palace Steps, ignored the two ultimate moves, and suddenly stepped out. Nine Palaces Sword Formation.
This is not the nine swords returning to one at all, but the last sword of the Jiugong Sword Art, which is also the most powerful sword.
Ninety-nine restoration!
(end of this chapter)