"snort."

The response was Chen Fan's cold snort.

Wow.

The river water pours from the top of the head and runs through the whole body.

The power of rules is Chen Fan's power.

"Chi."

At this time, Yan Wushuang blinked again: "Take the move."

The strongest attack is coming.

His eyes split the world, and this time, no figure came out of his eyes.

Some are just one black and one white, two rotating and entangled eyes.

The eyes of gods and demons.

In an instant, the whole world became quiet.

Even the sound of the wind disappeared.

Yes, it was just the eyes radiating from the pair of pupils that appeared in front of Chen Fan across the space barrier.

Time stands still, and even the long river of rules has been interfered with and no longer flows.

Attack is too profitable.

His eyes were so piercing that even Chen Fan's life seemed to have been cut off.

The soul was imprisoned and was directly washed up by the eyes.

"puff."

Chen Fan's soul was instantly annihilated.

"it's over."

The Ninth Sword Cultivator shook his head.

It's a pity.

A gifted person, after all, there was something missing.

Yan Wushuang's divine eyes are so strong and abnormal,

You know, even Overlord, Huang Tian and others were impressed by the power of the Ninth Sword Cultivation Eye.

Chen Fan, however, was not prepared at all.

In this case, there is only one way to die.

"it's over."

Yan Wushuang seemed a little disappointed.

When he thought about it, this blow shouldn't be so overwhelming, without even the slightest resistance.

Unexpected, but also expected.

A little bit of disappointment was slowly suppressed by him.

He, Yan Wushuang, has killed too many geniuses and monsters.

In the land of immortality, there is never a shortage of monsters and geniuses.

Those who are dead are not worthy of being called monsters.

It is too difficult to kill any monster with great luck.

But Chen Fan, obviously not.

But Qingyu was very happy: "I'm finally dead."

Once Chen Fan dies, he will be safe.

Even if there was no chance of becoming emperor in the end, Ninth Sword Cultivator and Yan Wushuang would not dare to kill her.

Only that lunatic Chen Fan could make her smell the breath of death.

"Boring."

Qingyu still maintained a trace of the strong demeanor.

On the surface, it is natural to pretend to be arrogant.

As the young master of the Imperial Palace, she should be more arrogant than Ninth Sword Cultivator and Yan Wushuang.

As for the two of them, they didn't care at all about Qingyu's expression and changes in his heart.

Whatever the truth is, we just need to know each other.

"hehe."
Chapter completed!