"Are you scared? You want to beg for mercy, but it's too late..."

Chen Xiaotian sneered, pulled out the weird scimitar from his waist, and pointed the tip of the knife directly at Tang Fan: "Today, you must die!"

"Chen Xiaotian, you don't need to be arrogant, I will let you meet Chen Yang soon!"

Tang Fan glared at Chen Xiaotian, looked at the middle-aged monk and asked, "If I, Tang Fan, don't kill the nameless ghost, who are you?"

The middle-aged monk snorted coldly and said: "It's okay to tell you, I am the Blood Saint Sect of Dading Mountain, under the seat of Tianhe Cave, Wan Hong!"

"Blood Saint Sect, Tianhe Cave?"

Tang Fan frowned, shook his head and said, "I've never heard of it. It seems that Chen Yang is a disciple of the Blood Saint Sect!"

"You are quite smart!"

Wan Hong snorted coldly, and his whole body's cultivation exploded, surrounded by thick blood.

"Fellow Taoist Wan, why are you talking nonsense to him? You and I will take action and kill him together!"

"Ancestor has an order, I will take him back!"

Wan Hong glanced at Chen Xiaotian coldly, clearly not taking him seriously.

Tang Fan thought, it seems that they are not accomplices.

"Fellow Taoist Wan, this man killed my son, and I must avenge him!"

Chen Xiaotian said angrily.

"Who do you think you are? Do you also want to order me?"

"you……"

Chen Xiaotian gritted his teeth tightly and snorted coldly: "The sword has no eyes. If you start using your hands soon, I can't guarantee you will survive!"

"Is it just the two of you?"

Tang Fan smiled lightly, pointed to the woods on the left, and asked: "It seems that that person is not your accomplice!"

As soon as Tang Fan finished speaking, an earth-yellow long sword suddenly formed and flew straight into the woods.

"boom!"

There was a roar, and a figure flew out of it awkwardly.

This man wore a large gray cloak and buried his face deeply in it.

"Who are you?"

Chen Xiaotian and Wan Hong spoke at the same time.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm just passing by and will not get involved in your affairs!"

The man cupped his fists and bowed, then looked at Tang Fan and said, "Your Excellency, you should not hurt others at will!"

"Sneaky, you are not a good person at first glance. Don't think I don't know who you are!"

Tang Fan said with a cruel smile. Although the other party hid his face, Tang Fan recognized him.

He remembered that this person was at the scene when the An family made a big fuss last time. He should be the elder of the An family, and his status is second only to the head of the family, An Dingxuan.

"Guys, please!"

The man said no more and jumped onto the tree trunk behind him, looking like he was watching a good show.

Do you want to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, and then sneak attack me when I'm not prepared?

Tang Fan immediately saw through his intentions, but didn't take it to heart.

Wan Hong pointed at Tang Fan and said, "If you knew who he was, you would have captured him without any hesitation, and you would have avoided suffering!"

Tang Fan said: "What if I don't?"

Wan Hong sneered: "Although I won't kill you, there are countless ways to torture you. I will make your life worse than death..."

Chen Xiaotian also raised the scimitar in his hand and said coldly: "Tang Fan, you can't escape today. I will make you regret coming to this world!"

"You two alone are no match for me!"

Tang Fan held the cold iron ice blade and flew straight towards Chen Xiaotian, as fast as lightning, and launched a surprise attack.

The cold iron ice blade whipped up a storm, exerting its true power as a magic weapon, and instantly formed a frozen world, surrounding Chen Xiaotian.

"Tang Fan, go to hell!"

Chen Xiaotian waved the scimitar in his hand, setting off pieces of knife flowers, surrounding himself tightly.

The defense produced by this knife flower is very powerful, and it actually blocked the attack of the cold iron and ice blade.

Behind Tang Fan, Wan Hong made a gesture, and the blood and energy in his body combined to form a bloody sword, which pierced Tang Fan's back heart.

Tang Fan first carried the black parasol behind his back and opened it to block Wan Hong's bloody sword. At the same time, with a move of his wrist, the cold iron ice blade flew out and hit Chen Xiaotian's scimitar straight away.

There was a "bang", golden light flashed, and Chen Xiaotian's scimitar was knocked aside, exposing the flaw in his chest.

The cold iron and ice blades were as powerful as breaking bamboo, and they attacked instantly.

"Get away!"

Chen Xiaotian reacted quickly and quickly held the scimitar across his chest. With a shake of his hands, the dense ghosts of injustice spread out, firmly trapping the cold iron and ice blade.

"If you want to kill me, you are not qualified!"

Chen Xiaotian unleashed the magic power of the scimitar, and the scimitar fell out of his hands and became entangled with the cold iron and ice blades.

Tang Fan smiled ferociously, but stopped looking at him. His figure suddenly retreated, and with the cooperation of Qiankun Bu, he appeared in front of Wan Hong.

It seemed that his attack on Chen Xiaotian was an illusion, and the one he really wanted to deal with was Wan Hong.

Tang Fan was worried that it would be difficult to deal with the two of them together, not to mention that there was an elder An Jia next to him who might cause trouble at any time. This battle must be fought out wisely.

At this time, Wan Hong's blood-colored long sword had collided with the black parasol, and there was a loud roar that made Tang Fan's whole body tremble. He endured the severe pain, turned around, clenched his fist and swung out.

Tang Fan's figure swayed, and three figures flew out from him one after another. These three figures all kept the posture of clenching fists. Finally, they overlapped and exploded with three times the power. A golden fist figure went straight towards Wan Fan.

flood.

"Blood Shadow Hand!"

Seeing that Tang Fan's punch was very powerful, Wan Hong pinched his fingers and released the blood energy. A bloody claw flew out from in front of him and collided with Tang Fan's punch.

"boom!"

The fist collapsed and there were cracks in the bloody claws. Anyone could see that Tang Fan was no match for Wan Hong.

"ah!"

Tang Fan screamed, blood spurted out of his mouth, and his body was hit by the impact, sending him flying backwards, right in the direction of Chen Xiaotian.

"Haha, you've come well, thank you fellow Taoist Wan!"

Chen Xiaotian thought Tang Fan was injured, so he quickly grabbed the scimitar back and slashed directly at the back of Tang Fan's neck.

"Is it so easy? It's not right..."

Wan Hong stared at Tang Fan's flying figure with thoughtful eyes, frowned, and quickly shouted: "Be careful of fraud!"

But Chen Xiaotian's figure had already flown over, and the scimitar in his hand was very close to the back of Tang Fan's neck.

Just when he thought he would see Tang Fan's head flying into the sky in the next second, he suddenly saw Tang Fan's out-of-control body twisting in the air and spinning around in front of him, staring at him with his eyes exposed.

A cruel smile.

"go to hell!"

Chen Xiaotian had no time to change his moves at this moment, so he could only chop down faster. But a gust of wind flew behind him, and a cold bloodthirsty feeling enveloped his whole body.

Under Tang Fan's secret control, the cold iron ice blade was swept up in the storm and flew behind Chen Xiaotian at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

The speed of the cold iron ice blade was so fast that it only left a white blade shadow in the air.

"not good!"

Chen Xiaotian felt a sense of death, his whole body was as cold as an ice cellar, and he screamed in fear. Just as the scimitar in his hand hit Tang Fan's shoulder, the cold iron ice blade also flew behind him, cutting in very cruelly.

on his neck.

"puff!"

Chen Xiaotian's head flew high into the sky, and blood shot out like a goddess scattering flowers.

"boom!"

Although the scimitar in Chen Xiaotian's hand hit Tang Fan's shoulder, it only made a loud noise and was blown away.

All this happened so fast. The moment Chen Xiaotian's head was chopped off, he was still imagining how miserable Tang Fan would be after he was beheaded by him, with a look of longing on his face.

But then, his consciousness flew out along with his head, gradually disintegrating, leaving only a trace of confusion on his face...

"how so!"

Wan Hong still couldn't believe what he was seeing. Tang Fan was clearly injured just now, so why did he cut off Chen Xiaotian's head all at once?

Later, he realized that he and Chen Xiaotian had both fallen into the trap.

Tang Fan's real goal was to kill Chen Xiaotian, but he just counted them all and used Wan Hong to hide the real purpose!

"Next, it's your turn!"

Tang Fan looked at Wan Hong and smiled slightly, but this smile looked extremely cold to Wan Hong and made him feel cold in his heart.
Chapter completed!