The Unrivaled Divine Emperor

"Hahaha!"

When the Thirteen Iron-Blooded Eagle Riders heard Chen Fan's words, they laughed as if they had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world.

Boom!

The leader of the Thirteen Iron-Blooded Eagle Riders pointed his spear, and the aura of the Quasi-Emperor on his body swept out, turning into a storm, and said: "Chen Fan, do you think that if you break through to the Quasi-Emperor level, you will be the opponent of the Thirteen Iron-Blooded Eagle Riders? Ridiculous! In the battlefield of the Demon Realm Channel, there are not many Quasi-Emperors of the Demon Clan who have been killed by us."

"That's right! You really overestimate your own abilities!"

"Humph, if you dare to kill my Taixuan Sect disciples, you will die. We will catch him later and cut off all his flesh and blood one by one, and torture him to death!"

A group of knights kept shouting.

Although Chen Fan broke through to the Quasi-Emperor level, in their eyes, he was still a dead man.

Their leader had been promoted to Quasi-Emperor many years ago, and the twelve knights were able to fight against Quasi-Emperors together, which was equivalent to two or three Quasi-Emperors working together. Chen Fan was a newly promoted Quasi-Emperor, no matter how strong he was, could he still defeat their Five Fingers Mountain?

These people guarded the battlefield of the Demon Realm Passage of Taixuan Gate, beheaded demon masters, and killed more than one or two Quasi-Emperors. Even their reputation as the Iron-Blooded Thirteen Eagle Riders was well-known in the Demon Realm, and people were terrified when they heard about it.

"Brother Chen Fan."

Qingchan rushed to Chen Fan's side, her eyes were red, and she choked and said, "Senior Brother Qin is dead, and Senior Brother Sun was also seriously injured by them..."

Chen Fan touched Qingchan's head and said coldly, "Don't worry, I will avenge them."

"Revenge? You can't even protect yourself, and you still want revenge. I want to see how you take revenge?" The leader of the Iron-Blooded Thirteen Eagle Riders sneered and glanced at Sun Ziyang who was lying on the ground, "Well, I will kill this man in front of you, and see if you have the ability to save people in front of me."

As soon as the voice fell, the leader of the Thirteen Eagle Riders moved, and the iron spear in his hand burst out with a cold cold light. His arm shook and stabbed out directly, like a dragon, swallowing Sun Ziyang.

Seeing that Sun Ziyang was about to die under the iron spear, Qingchan even screamed. Chen Fan slapped his palm directly, the space shook, and the devil's hand swept out and collided violently with the iron spear.

"You can't kill the person I want to save!"

After shaking off the iron spear of the leader of the Thirteen Eagle Riders, Chen Fan's Demonic Hand grabbed Sun Ziyang directly.

"Hmph, the person I want to kill, no one can save him!"

The leader of the Thirteen Eagle Riders had a sullen face. He was actually blocked by Chen Fan, and even wanted to save the person in front of him. Pu, isn't this a slap in his face?

Immediately, he moved, and the whole person was actually surging, like the reappearance of the God of Death. The iron spear in his hand swallowed and spit out terrifying light, containing unparalleled terrifying power, catching up with Chen Fan's Demonic Hand, and stabbed it fiercely, wanting to destroy the Demonic Hand and the person together.

One wants to save, the other wants to kill, a sharp confrontation.

"I said, I'm here, you can't kill me!"

A cold light flashed in Chen Fan's eyes, and he opened his mouth and spit out a sword light, splitting the space and time. In an instant, he killed the face of the leader of the Thirteen Eagle Riders, wanting to cut him in half directly.

The face of the leader of the Thirteen Iron-blooded Eagle Riders changed slightly, and he could only withdraw his moves and stab the sword light that was slashing at him with all his strength.

Boom!

With a loud bang, the sword light exploded, and the leader of the Thirteen Iron-blooded Eagle Riders remained motionless, but his face was extremely ugly.

Because at this moment, Sun Ziyang had been rescued by Chen Fan and fell into Qingchan's arms.

Chen Fan, in front of him, rescued Sun Ziyang and slapped him hard in the face.

The face of the leader of the Thirteen Iron-blooded Eagle Riders was as cold as frost, and a terrifying murderous intent swept out of his body. The powerful murderous intent directly locked onto Chen Fan: "Whatever, he is just a waste, so what if I save him? He is still a dead man! Line up!"

Hualala!

Instantly, the other twelve knights were seen lined up immediately, with murderous aura and unparalleled coldness. The look they gave Chen Fan was without any emotion, as if they were looking at a dead man.

"Kill!"

The leader of the Thirteen Iron-Blooded Eagle Riders pointed his spear, and suddenly, the Thirteen Eagle Riders charged, with rolling murderous intent, charging fiercely towards Chen Fan, trampling the air, and the mountains were shaking.

"Hmph, today I will kill thirteen of you again, I want to see how many people in your Taixuan League are enough for me to kill? The Thirteen Iron-Blooded Eagle Riders? Chatter, just a bunch of dead eagles!"

Facing the death charge of the Thirteen Iron-Blooded Eagle Riders, Chen Fan was fearless and sneered repeatedly.

If he had not broken through to the Quasi-Emperor, it would be very troublesome for him to deal with the Thirteen Iron-Blooded Eagle Riders.

After all, the Thirteen Iron-Blooded Eagle Riders crawled out of the pile of dead bodies one by one, with rich combat experience, and each of them is a top master in the same realm, and it is easy to kill the same realm.

In addition, the leader of the Thirteen Iron-Blooded Eagle Riders is a Quasi-Emperor. With the joint efforts, two or three ordinary Quasi-Emperors may not be enough for him to kill.

Although his cultivation level as a top-level Immortal King can fight against a Quasi-Emperor, it is not easy to kill two or three Quasi-Emperors together. It is good enough to remain undefeated.

But as his cultivation level progressed and he broke through to the Quasi-Emperor realm, his combat power increased tenfold and a hundredfold. Even Chen Fan felt that he dared to fight even the giant Immortal Emperor.

Boom!

Chen Fan rushed out with his bare hands. His huge iron fist tore through the air, making an explosion, and rushed straight to the head of the leader of the Iron-Blooded Thirteen Eagle Riders.

"Looking for death!"

Seeing Chen Fan rushing towards him with his bare hands, the head of the Thirteen Iron-Blooded Eagle Riders immediately looked ferocious and cold, and the iron spear in his hand was like a dragon, stabbing at Chen Fan fiercely.

Boom!

However, when the tip of the spear hit Chen Fan's fist, there was no feeling of piercing into flesh and blood. On the contrary, the leader of the Thirteen Iron-Blooded Eagle Riders clearly felt a terrifying force that instantly shook him back.

His arm began to tremble wildly, and when he looked at his palm again, it was completely broken, and it was a bloody mess. He was immediately horrified.

But he had no time to think about it. Chen Fan had already shaken his iron spear away, and the iron fist blasted forward.

Boom!

Even though the leader of the Thirteen Iron-Blooded Eagle Riders quickly blocked the iron spear in front of him, he was still blown away by Chen Fan's punch, and even the dragon horse he was sitting on was directly shaken into a bloody mist and died tragically on the spot.

"How is it possible?"

"Damn it!"

"Kill him!"

The remaining twelve knights saw this scene, their faces changed slightly, but they were not afraid, instead, their killing intent was even stronger, they urged the iron spears in their hands, rode on dragon horses, and rushed over.

"Hahaha, hahahaha..."

Seeing this scene, Chen Fan laughed loudly, full of energy, and moved his body, which was incredibly fast. He used the move "Night Battle in Eight Directions" to hit the twelve auras at the same time.

"One star destroys demons, two stars fight for mystery, three stars refine pure yang, four stars fight for the sky, five stars connect beads, six stars are in chaos, seven stars move the universe, and the stars fight for hegemony!"

Fang Han was excited, and he used his fists and feet, jumping up and down, galloping violently, punching and closing his fists, the air whistling, and within a radius of ten miles, all were his shadows.

How terrifying his current power is, with a push of his palm, a strong wind slaps, and the air is squeezed, which can blow up small stones a thousand meters away.

This activating of his best Seven Star Fist, the air within ten miles was extremely chaotic, as if a gunpowder barrel was brewing.

Boom.

When he played the last move, the Stars Fighting for Domination, the seven stars merged into one, the air within a radius of ten miles shook, the ground shook slightly, and the stirred air shot everywhere.

Suddenly, this group of momentum only felt a flash before their eyes, Chen Fan's iron fist was like a meteorite star that tore through the sky, smashing down fiercely, everyone felt as if they were facing Chen Fan alone, and each of them felt isolated and helpless.

Bang bang bang, bang bang bang!

In a breath of time, these twelve people received Chen Fan's move and were blown away one after another. Each of them was shaken so much that their blood and qi surged, their faces turned pale, and they almost vomited.

"How is it possible? How can you be so strong?"

At this time, the Iron Blood Thirteen Eagle Riders all changed their faces, and they no longer had the kind of strategizing and self-centeredness at the beginning.

"You are too weak. The thirteen eagle riders are nothing but chickens and pottery dogs in front of me. Humph, take your lives. You will all die today!" Chen Fan said coldly. With a flick of his body, he came to a knight, and grabbed him with his five fingers like hooks.

The knight's face changed, and he gritted his teeth and stabbed out the iron spear in his hand, but was directly crushed into scrap iron by Chen Fan. He grabbed the knight's neck at once, and lifted him up like a chicken. With a shake of his palm, he abolished the man's martial arts, and threw him to Qingchan like throwing garbage, saying: "Qingchan, pick up the sword in your hand. If you want to avenge your two brothers, kill him."

As he spoke, Chen Fan moved and came to the second knight and did the same.

These knights were murderous devils in front of others. Even the top immortal kings would be frightened by their fierceness when facing them, but in front of Chen Fan, they were like pigs and dogs, and could be killed at will.

Qingchan saw the knight falling at her feet like a dead dog, and strong hatred emerged in her eyes.

Senior Brother Qin Fan, who loved her, died in the hands of this group of people.

And Senior Brother Sun Ziyang was also seriously injured and his life was hanging by a thread. If Chen Fan hadn't acted in time, Sun Ziyang and him would have been slaughtered.

Thinking of this, she clenched the sword in her hand and slashed at the neck of the knight.

"Bold!"

The leader of the Iron-blooded Thirteen Eagle Riders saw this scene and immediately shouted loudly, the sound was like thunder, rolling and shaking, and could shock people to death: "If you dare to kill him, tomorrow will be the day when your family and your sect will be destroyed, and everyone related to you will die because of you!"

"You are still talking big here when you are about to die!"

Chen Fan smiled coldly.

And Qingchan also raised his sword and fell.