Transcending Tribulation Immortal Venerable

Chapter 846 I won't play with you anymore
Ye Huan and Wei Meng looked at the powerful house slaves they had brought with them, all of them were beheaded by Zheng Fan alone.

The two of them didn't have too much anger on their faces, but they smiled more and more happily.

Ye Huan and Wei Meng thought that the seven-color long sword in Zheng Fan's hand was a good thing, once they let themselves get it, their strength would definitely change qualitatively.

"Give me the sword in your hands, and I'll consider giving you a treat." Wei Meng held a long knife with a faint red light in his hand.

"Give me the sword in your hand, and I'll let you live." Ye Huan's eyes were full of greed.

As long as Zheng Fan handed over the colorful long sword to himself, not Wei Meng.

Then the only person who can survive here is himself.

As for the conditions that promised Zheng Fan to let him live, it naturally disappeared.

Zheng Fan listened to Wei Meng and Ye Huan's words, his expression was indifferent, he held a blood-dripping seven-colored long sword in his hand, and walked forward slowly.

Seeing Zheng Fan's imminent death, Ye Huan and Wei Meng were still as cold as they were at the dinner party, a sneer appeared on the corners of their mouths.

The ridicule returned to the ridicule, Ye Huan and Wei Meng did not dare to take it lightly, for fear that if they were not careful, they would die in the hands of Zheng Fan's colorful long sword.

The two watched Zheng Fan's figure getting closer and closer to them, feeling inexplicably oppressed in their hearts.

This feeling made Ye Huan and Wei Meng very uncomfortable, as if they were being targeted by some terrible creature.

Ye Huan and Wei Meng believed that the seven-colored long sword in Zheng Fan's hands was definitely too powerful, otherwise how could he exude such terrifying pressure at his age.

Thinking of this, Ye Huan and Wei Meng did not hesitate, and used their own methods to kill Zheng Fan.

All of a sudden, the land was cracked inch by inch, and the sky was filled with sand.

One after another icy dragons and criss-crossing sword energy poured down towards Zheng Fan like heavy rain.

Rumble.

Rumble.

Ye Huan and Wei Meng looked at the supernatural powers they displayed, and they still felt uneasy.

They don't know why, but they always feel palpitations.

Ye Huan and Wei Meng looked at each other, and their clothes rattled immediately.

Immediately afterwards, a gust of icy wind blew outside the suburbs of Wushuang City.

In the icy cold wind, there were also long swords made of condensed spiritual power one after another.

Once a cultivator is hit by this magical power, let alone a dead body, not even a little blood will be left behind.

Ye Huan and Wei Meng didn't believe it anymore. With their cultivators at the peak of the God Transformation Realm, they still couldn't take Zheng Fan's life.

As for who the seven-colored long sword will belong to in the end, the two of them have already carefully thought about it.

Zheng Fan looked at the terrifying spell pouring down like heavy rain in front of him, his eyes were indifferent, and his right hand gently stroked towards the void.

hum!
A crisp buzz sounded.

The icy dragons and the criss-crossing, extremely sharp sword energy that poured down like heavy rain were blocked in front of Zheng Fan.

It seemed that half a meter in front of Zheng Fan, there was an indestructible city wall blocking everything.

Zheng Fan's expression was cold, watching the icy wind blowing towards him, he waved his right hand lightly towards the void.

Boom!

All kinds of offensive attacks that were blocked by Zheng Fan before, like rainwater, suddenly hit the icy cold wind.

Compared to when he was attacking Zheng Fan earlier, his aura was even fiercer.

boom!
boom!
boom!
A huge explosion sounded.

Zheng Fan counterattacked Ye Huan and Wei Meng's previous offensive into the icy cold wind.

As a result, not only did the icy cold wind not disappear, but it even became more and more fierce.

"Boy, you have quite a lot of spiritual weapons and magic weapons, but unfortunately, they are all ours now."

"You didn't want the whole body just now, but now you don't even have the chance to get the whole body."

Ye Huan and Wei Meng looked confident, believing that the magical attack they used could definitely take Zheng Fan's life.

Zheng Fan laughed and said, "It's getting late, I won't play with you anymore."

He was just idle and bored, playing with them.

Now that Zheng Fan saw that it was getting late, it was time to go back and rest.

"You!" Hearing Zheng Fan's arrogant words, Ye Huan laughed angrily, "When you die, I'll see how arrogant you are."

Wei Meng clenched the long knife with reddish light in his hand, with a look of ferocity on his face, "Wait, I'm going to let your soul be tortured by the Soul Devouring Fire for seven to 49 days."

The pretty face of the maidservant in red was stained with blood.

She looked at the magical powers displayed by Wei Meng and Ye Huan, and the words that Zheng Fan said.

The maid in red felt that Zheng Fan was simply too crazy.

According to common sense, the maid in red didn't believe that Zheng Fan could assassinate her master at all.

But she stood behind Zheng Fan and looked at Zheng Fan's thin body, but she had a sense of majesty.

It was as if the young man in front of him could turn the world of cultivating immortals into a mess with a single strike of his sword.

Zheng Fan looked at the freezing wind that was getting closer and closer to him, and could even feel the sharp sword energy in the freezing wind.

With a cold face, he raised the colorful long sword in his hand and pointed it straight at the icy wind.

Ye Huan and Wei Meng looked at Zheng Fan's behavior with confusion in their eyes.

"Is he pretending to be addicted?"

"It's weird enough to pretend to be coercive when you're dying."

"When he is going to be tormented by the Soul Devouring Fire, I'll see if he will still pretend to be aggressive." When Ye Huan said these words, Wei Meng also laughed out loud.

Burning the soul by the Soul Devouring Fire is an extremely painful thing.

He is so powerful that he dare not be touched by the Soul Eater Fire, let alone Zheng Fan.

They were all very curious about what would happen to Zheng Fan, who liked to pretend so much, when his soul was burned by the Soul Devouring Fire.

Zheng Fan held the seven-color long sword, his eyes were indifferent, and he slashed towards the void with his sword.

hum!
The moment Zheng Fan slashed towards the void, the seven-colored long sword trembled violently.

There was a piercing and terrifying cry.

Immediately afterwards, under the stupefied eyes of the maidservant in red, Ye Huan, and Wei Meng, a [-]-meter-long seven-colored longsword sword qi slashed towards the icy cold wind with a terrifying and indestructible sword intent.

tear.

Binghan's madness was cut into two pieces like a rag.

The seven-colored sword's aura remained undiminished, and continued to move towards where Ye Huan and Wei Meng were.

Ye Huan and Wei Meng looked at the scene in front of them, their eyes almost popped out.

How could they believe that a young man in his twenties would have such strength.

If you know it, you won't provoke this kind of existence even if you kill it.

"There is something to say, something to say."

"Young Master, please put away your sword energy."

"We can give all the money to the young master, and please leave us a humble life."

Ye Huan and Wei Meng screamed in horror, cold sweat poured out of their bodies like a torrential rain.

They really didn't want to lose their lives over it.

As long as you can survive, no matter what you pay, you will be happy.

(End of this chapter)