MTL - Sword Slaying The Heavens-Chapter 805 Shocking

  Chapter 805 Shocking

"No, back quickly!" Patriarch Dugu's face suddenly changed when he saw the cold fire floating in mid-air, heading towards them. He took Dugu Qingxuan back quickly, but the formation was firmly blocked blocked their retreat.

  The bald bird also looked down, and said: "Damn, this old thing knows that it can't be defeated, but it actually got this kind of thing, boy, we are going to fall now."

  The bald-haired bird shouldn't be too flustered, it knows that it is destined not to die like this if it is carrying the Fen Tian Jue, but its expression is still extremely ugly.

  Old Huangya's body trembled slightly, already being struck by the coldness, he gritted his teeth and said, "I'll just fall, old man, I've had enough."

   With a wave of his palm, Chen Fan easily wiped away the chill from Lao Huangya's body, and said in a low voice, "Stand back."

   Several people were startled when they heard the words, wondering if Chen Fan still wanted to shake the cold fire?

  Patriarch Dugu said solemnly: "Chen Fan, this cold fire should not be underestimated, even those who are strong in the Fusion Realm will be doomed."

   "Damn, boy, don't mess around at this time, quickly use Sanwei Zhenhuo to resist for a while, I guess this formation won't last long." The bald bird shouted.

   "It's useless, this place can restrain all flames, I'm afraid the real fire of three flavors can't resist for long." Dugu Qingxuan said, biting her lower lip lightly with her white teeth, her expression was also very solemn.

  The black-faced old man sneered and said, "Since I dared to attack you, I must understand everything clearly. So what about Sanwei Zhenhuo? In this place, the coldest fire is the strongest."

   "Needless to say, kill this Chenfan first to avenge my son." The Patriarch of the Wu family's gaze was extremely cold, revealing deep hatred.

  Only Chen Fan was still very indifferent, a wisp of true essence flitted across his palm, and directly pushed the bald bird and Lao Huangya behind, and at the same time protected them with his soul power.

   Seeing that Chen Fan had to deal with the cold fire alone, Patriarch Dugu couldn't help saying: "Little friend, don't be impulsive, this..."

   But before he finished speaking, there was only a whoosh, a sound like a flame bursting out. It was very subtle, but everyone present was stunned and completely stunned.

  Leng Huo, Dark Bone Cold Fire, one hundred and eight Dark Bone Cold Fires manifested from Chen Fan's body like this, floating lightly in front of him, like a will-o'-the-wisp.

  This appalling scene happened as it happened at this moment, and a total of one hundred and eight cold fires lit up the ice valley.

  Each ray of flame is very strong and powerful, and the ray of cold fire sacrificed by the black-faced old man seems to be just a spark in front of him at this moment.

  The coldness suddenly became more terrifying. The majestic cold swept all directions, and more than a dozen monks in the middle stage of distraction trembled all over. They were not only frightened, but also because their souls were being frozen.

  The faces of Bald Bird and Lao Huangya became weird at this moment. They wanted to laugh, but they felt that just laughing could not express their mood at the moment. This kind of ups and downs is obviously not something ordinary people can bear.

  The black-faced old man opened his mouth, his eyes were dull, and he murmured, "How...how is it possible?"

The Patriarch of the Wu family and other strong men also turned pale. They all knew that the black-faced old man spent almost thousands of years searching for traces related to it, and finally found a set of formations. This method can gather the ice cold in an extremely cold place, and then use a jade bead as a guide to create a ray of cold fire.

And this ray of cold fire is the limit. It looks weak, but its power is very terrifying. The Patriarch of the Xiao family died under this ray of cold fire, and he didn't even have a chance to fight back. This is what they all saw with their own eyes. see.

   It was precisely because of this that it gave them inflated confidence, thinking that even if the master of the fairy palace was still alive, he would be afraid of this cold fire.

But now, Chen Fan can easily call out more than a hundred cold fires, just like playing, without any effort, and even each of them is far stronger than them. This is simply a blow to their heads. Feeling like the sky is falling.

   "It's over!" A monk in the middle of the distraction said desperately. He saw the expressions of the six patriarchs and felt that his soul was freezing, and knew that this time it was really over.

   "Impossible, this is absolutely impossible, it must be fake."

  At this moment, the black-faced old man pointed at Chen Fan and roared angrily. He didn't believe that Chen Fan had so much anger.

   "That's right, don't forget that he has a method that can change. If it is the Eighth Ninth Xuan Gong, it can indeed do this." Another old man also suddenly reacted and nodded.

  Chen Fan shook his head, he didn't want to talk nonsense with them any more, his soul controlled all the cold fire, and suddenly swept forward.

  One hundred and eight flames burst out all at once, and the poor little flame summoned by the old man in black was instantly swallowed up, and then all the flames attacked the six Patriarchs.

   "What?" The old man who spoke before was finally moved, because Chen Fan's cold fire was real.

  More than a hundred cold fires, what kind of concept is this, it is completely enough to freeze the entire Eastern Desolation Continent.

  At this moment, all six of them showed signs of panic, couldn't sit still any longer, gathered their souls to block in front of them, and then fled to the rear suddenly.

  However, Chen Fan didn't give them this chance, one hundred and eight cold fires passed through the formation, instantly blocked the retreat of several people, and forced them back abruptly.

Immediately after hearing the sound of clang, Chen Fan drew his sword and slashed towards the formation. The dozens of mid-stage monks who were distracted in the formation had already lost their minds and souls, and they could not protect themselves. There was no energy left to maintain the formation. The entire formation was broken in an instant.

   Then he flickered, and directly killed the six Patriarchs with his sword.

  The six people had no way to retreat. Seeing Chen Fan's murderous sword, they finally knew what fear is.

  Several of them felt deeply annoyed, and turned their gazes to the Patriarch of the Wu family and the black-faced old man resentfully. If these two people hadn't tried their best to persuade them, they would not have participated in it.

   Originally, even if my family was not as good as the Dugu family and the Xiao family, at least it was considered a big family in Donghuang, but now... everything will be lost.

  They can imagine that after their death, the family will face waves of terrible revenge from those who have been suppressed by them.

   "Chen Fan, don't kill me, I'm willing to give away all my treasures." An old man shouted in horror when he saw the sharp sword falling down.

   "No need."

Chen Fan snorted coldly, and slashed the Wuya Sword in his hand without hesitation, and then his body flashed again, the sharp sword suddenly turned into a series of cold lights, spreading towards the surroundings, forming nine sharp swords, and Chen Fan's body The form never appeared again.

In the ice valley, several Patriarchs were surrounded by nine sharp swords, and they performed the Nine-Nine Restoration autonomously, and then returned to one in an instant. The superimposed power of the nine layers made the entire ice valley vibrate, and many layers of ice fell off quickly. .

  The several Patriarchs finally felt despair. Under the expressions of astonishment and horror, the Wuya Sword pierced through their bodies, and the violent sword energy slashed down their bodies wantonly, cutting off all vitality.

  At the same time, a cold fire surged from the bones, freezing their souls suddenly, and then they were shattered into pieces by the sword light of Wuya Sword, and all of them fell to the ground.

   After a few breaths, Chen Fan appeared on the spot, with the Wu Ya Sword already in his hand!

  The bald bird and Dugu Qingxuan were stunned, and they stood there with blank faces and astonishment, unable to calm down the shock in their hearts for a long time.

  (end of this chapter)