My Master is Lin Zhengying

"Are you the new owner of this sword?"

The voice was hoarse and angry.

Invisibly, there was a huge surge of breath, which made Nan Chen's blood churn.

Nan Chen was stunned, and looked at the broken sword in his hand.

Qiusheng Wencai and others were unable to use this sword.

Only he himself can use this broken sword.

It stands to reason that he should be the new owner of this sword.

Although Nan Chen felt the pressure, he was still neither humble nor overbearing:

"That's right, this sword is mine now!"

As soon as these words came out, the ghost suddenly left the coffin, and the phantom floated.

Facing Nan Chen, he said fiercely:

"Okay! If you want to survive, throw away this sword.

Otherwise, we will make rivers of blood flow here.

You, too, will die without a whole body! "

After finishing speaking, the ten demon foxes released a majestic coercion at the same time.

This time, the coercion was much greater than before.

That terrifying aura, that Nan Chen and others, can only be resisted by an exorcist with a cultivation base of Huang rank?

Qingqing, who was the weakest in cultivation, lost control of her body on the spot.

Instinctively terrified and trembling all over.

His feet were soft, and he fell limp to the ground.

That invisible pressure is like Mount Tai pressing down on the top, not only palpitations, but also makes people feel helpless.

This is the rank gap, rank suppression.

Except for Qingqing, Wencai Qiusheng and Jiale, none of them could stop the coercion of the ten demon foxes.

I staggered under my feet.

"I, I feel, feel out of breath!"

Wencai spoke.

"Ahem, cough, me, me too, it's so uncomfortable!"

Jiale also said sadly.

Qiu Sheng also knew how to use his own profound energy to resist this kind of suppression.

But the huge step can be detected, can it be blocked?

"I, I feel bad too!"

After finishing speaking, the three people's feet became weak, and they all collapsed to the ground.

And there is a feeling of suffocation.

Nan Chen was slightly better, but only a little bit better.

He has high-level profound energy in his body, so the suppression he received has been offset by a lot.

But he couldn't bear the aura coercion of the ten heavenly monsters.

Also trembling all over, breaking out in cold sweat.

The hand that clenched the broken sword was unable to exert strength.

Even if it was far away, Mo Ziying was watching the battle.

They all felt inexplicable panic.

She was so frightened that she covered her mouth, not daring to make a sound.

But she couldn't bear to part with Nan Chen, so she insisted on not leaving...

"Huang Jie, do you still want to fight us?"

The demon fox yelled again.

As soon as these words came out, Nan Chen could only feel thunder rolling.

His feet were soft, and he fell to the ground on one knee.

Shoushang holds a sword and supports the body for balance.

"Damn it, it's too, too big..."

Nan Chen gritted his teeth and muttered to himself.

As soon as the words fell, another demon fox spoke: