Heavenly Venerable

Star City, here comes an old man.

He was clutching his crutch and stooping. His silver hair was dirty and his grey robe was in tatters. His feet on the earth were as white as the tallow jade.

The old man looked up and sighed, and continued to walk in the dark night.

Wanjiawanchen's mansion, he is cleaning his sword.

The sword sitting here is another one in Yang Fan's family.

Dressed in a grey robe, his chin full of scum and his slender body, he looked a little melancholy.

"It's a good sword, sister." Thinking of the past, he suddenly fell into a state of madness.

As he stared at the sword, he could not help recalling Yang Fan's figure in his mind.

He remembered that face when he died!

With a wave of the sword, there was no sound. He took the sword back into the scabbard and sat down on the chair.

He sat straight, his hands around his chest, his eyes fixed on his door.

Squeak!

The door opened.

A man with loose hair strode in. He looked at WanChen sitting on the chair with both hands on his back and a heavy face.

"Give me the sword, I can spare you from death!" I don't know if it's the wind, or what's the reason, Yang Fan's hair is up, messy hair makes his smile a little ferocious.

"Arrogance! Yang Fan, how dare you say to let me go the day after tomorrow? Ha ha, don't beg for mercy later! "

Wan Chen blows out.

The pressure of space suddenly increased three layers, but for Yang Fan, however, when he moved his right foot, he escaped the blow.

There was a hole in the place where he just stood.

Yang Fan is ready to use the killing move directly, but it's boring, so he has to blow it out with one punch.

Blue light burst into the room.

Wan Chen did not hide, but directly on.

Yang Fan's fists you won't let me, I won't let you.

It was the room that was injured.

Some of the lights in the room were knocked over on the ground, while others were knocked over on the bed.

Soon, the room was on fire.

The two fight in the sea of fire.

Yang Fan was defeated in the end and was shot out of the fire.

Wan Chen followed, directly to Yang Fan's chest, but in the end he changed his chest into his stomach.

A mouthful of blood spat out from Yang Fan's mouth.

Yang Fan's thigh suddenly swept, Wan Chen flew out.

Yang Fan gets up and WAN Chen continues to follow.

Yang Fan stares at Wan Chen who kicks at him. He draws a circle in the air with both hands. When he falls asleep, he rushes through the circle and hits Wan Chen's chest with a pair of fists.

WanChen retreated suddenly and fell to the ground after turning over three times in the air.

He raised his head with blood on his mouth.

"One last chance, give me back the sword!" Yang Fan step out.

Wan Chen's face was gloomy. "You haven't won yet!"

Wan Chen took three steps out, two steps back, three steps forward and one step back.

This seems to be an ordinary body method, but Yang Fan is on guard.

Because this body method is too weird, because everything of WanChen is completed in an instant.

So now, another four WanChen stand upright in front of Yang Fan.

Even his eyes couldn't tell the real from the false. He guessed a possibility.

All four are true.

The four shadows attacked him from four directions.

Let him have nowhere to go.

Four fists hit Yang Fan, and Yang Fan couldn't escape at all.

Yang Fan turned a circle and flicked away the four shadows.

These four shadows are real.

This is the conclusion that Yang Fan was hit by this blow.

The only difference is the timing of these four attacks.

He looked at Wan Chen, who had not been attacked for a long time, and found that he had a long sword in his hand.

Yang Fan is not familiar with this sword, but his body is familiar. The anger from the deep of his body makes Yang Fan's face ferocious.

"Put the sword down for me!"

Suddenly, there was a gust of wind.

The wind did not fuel the fire of the house behind them, but went directly to WanChen.

There is a knife hidden in the wind, but wan Chen doesn't even blink.

This makes Yang Fan who rushes straight to the past have to retreat back.

"Why are you afraid?" Wan Chen turned his back to the fire and showed a ferocious smile.

"You are such a rubbish, just like your father. You should die!" Wan Chen's sword came.

The sword was like a rainbow, and there was a buzz in the air.

"Don't talk about my father!" Yang Fan's original intention to say this sentence, a wave of anger from the heart so that Yang Fan himself can not control.

Throw out the sword in the sleeve and Yang Fan cuts it off.

But it's too slow.

He was almost punctured in the chest.

Wan Chen tears out of the sword.

"Rather than let you die in their hands, let us take you to hell!" When Wan Chen wields his sword, a majestic Weiya overturns the burning room behind Yang Fan, and the blazing fire burns up in a flash, and all the families fall into a sea of fire.

Wan Chen is wielding his sword, and a sinister spirit sweeps his body.

Yang Fan didn't know that the long sword was named Qingming, and its handle was engraved with ten thunder symbols.

Yang Fan keeps his mind steady.

The whole family was engulfed by the gloomy Qi.

Wan Chen from a thin gray man to black breath full body, but blink of an eye.

Qingmingjian was restless at first, and then returned to calm.

Cut it out with one sword.

Thunder and darkness are sweeping in.

Yang Fan didn't dare to answer, so he had to retreat.

It's a pity that Yang Fan didn't escape in time and was cut to the arm.

The arm didn't break, it just began to darken.

At this moment, the sleeping Lord opened his eyes.

He jumped out of bed and pushed the door open. He thought about the family. It was the most disgusting smell for him.

Demon.

It's a kind of demon living in the underground of xuanhuang world. It's very powerful, but because of the limitation of heaven and earth, there are few traces of them.

There is also very strong, at most is the birth of the congenital environment.

He didn't dare to stay and fly.

Behind him was a man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, who was somewhat similar to him.

Outside the ten thousand families, the heads of the two big families of Chu and Zhou came, and they all stood on the eaves.

Standing on the other side is Han Junjie, a pair of turbid eyes staring at the black gas in front of him.

They all looked at the eaves in the middle.

Not long after, a rich man slowly fell.

After a while, the man with thick eyebrows and big eyes jumped behind the rich man from the eaves.

Standing on the left and right sides of the man immediately respectfully said, "the Lord of the city has not seen for many days, and now it's on the next floor!"

"Even if you flatter me, why is there a demon in the little star city? One has no resources, two has no blessed land. Do you want to talk about population? I don't have many people in Star City Han Zun was puzzled.

"And it's a coincidence that it's still in ten thousand families." Han Zun shook his head. "The people in this room are all dead. We guard all the places. When the black air disappears, we will start directly to let the demon have nowhere to hide."

Chuxiong an Zhou Yuan came to the East and the north respectively.

Han Junjie looks at Han Zun with embarrassment, "Han Zhilong, go and help Han Junjie."

Han Zhilong and Han Junjie then guard the West.

Han Zun squatted on the eaves, guarding the south.