"Who are you? You dare to break into the important area of ​​our Dragon Sword Sect?"

The shouts of scolding sounded, and several disciples of the Dragon Sword Sect who were dressed in blue robes and dressed in ancient costumes, hung a long sword on their waists, pulled out their swords with murderous aura on their faces, aiming them at Zhao Fan, blocking the center of the road.

Zhao Fan was too lazy to talk nonsense to these ordinary disciples who were obviously not strong enough, and said in a quiet tone: "Let Fang Yunqi come to see me!"

"You are arrogant, you dare to call the sect leader his name directly, you are looking for death!"

Fang Yunqi was the leader of this generation of Dragon Sword Sect. In the hearts of these Dragon Sword Sect disciples, they were like gods. When he heard Zhao Fan calling him so rudely, he was instantly ignited and his heart was angry. The sword stabbed him without hesitation.

Just a group of shrimps, even the rhythm of Zhao Fan's step forward could not be disrupted. His hands were waving like phantoms. Two people fell down with each step. In just a moment, none of the first people rushing over could stand.

This is the base camp of the Dragon Sword Sect. The number of disciples under his sect is somewhat unexpected. As Zhao Fan continued to approach the pavilions and towers like the palace, hundreds of people appeared one after another in less than five minutes.

When he reached Zhao Fan's level, the number of people had no meaning to him. He was still approaching ahead slowly, and people were still falling down.

For these people who were not threatening, he did not take their lives, but just made them lose the ability to get entangled back then.

The numb expressions of those working in the farmland on the roadside finally became a little loose. They saw incredible that countless disciples of the Dragon Sword Sect had fainted or screamed loudly with their hands and feet in their arms and feet. For so many people, no one could slow down his speed at all.

"Senior Brother Luo is here, Senior Brother Luo is here!"

He had just walked less than a thousand meters away from the Dragon Sword Sect. A middle-aged man wearing a white robe who obviously looked higher than these ordinary disciples rushed over with seven people.

"Senior Brother Luo, kill him soon. This man actually broke into the important area of ​​our sect and even beat him whenever he saw him!"

"Bastard, you're dead. The senior brothers are all masters of the realm of transformation. It depends on whether you can continue to be arrogant!"

These ordinary disciples are really frustrated. Zhao Fan has only said a word since he appeared. He has no intention of communicating with them at all. He has fought all the way and knocked down hundreds of them down in just a moment.

The Dragon-Slaying Sword Sect is an ancient martial arts sect, and their sect leader is a master. Over the years, who dares to make trouble here without restraint?

"I am Luo Tianzong, the eldest disciple of the Dragon Sword Sect. Who is you? Why do you have to confront my Dragon Sword Sect so arrogantly?"

Luo Tianzong is really good-looking, with handsome charm, sword eyebrows that reach the temples and firm lips.

At this moment, the eyes of Zhao Fan were cold and shouted in a deep voice with a blue face.

"Let Fang Yunqi come out to see me!"

Zhao Fan stopped slightly until this moment, looked at the majestic building complex, and didn't even glance at this person. He completely ignored him, and said the same thing as before.

"So you are really here to die. Since you don't want to say it, I won't ask and die for me!"

These ancient martial arts sects have the same hot temper and arrogance, regardless of whether they are strong or not. Luo Tianzong, as a great disciple, is the most noble person in the Dragon Sword Sect except for the leader and elder. When did anyone dare to be so rude to him?

The angrily shouted out loud like a thunder, and then Luo Tianzong had already risen into the air. The long sword in his hand instantly lit up countless sword lights, and poured them towards Zhao Fan like mercury.

"He's dead!"

When the ordinary disciples who had finally stood up, they all felt happy and excited on their faces when they supported each other and many people shouted softly.

Facing the sword lights all over the sky, Zhao Fan not only did not retreat, but instead took another step and walked towards the gate not far away. He was just using exploration techniques to investigate the situation. Where was Luo Tianzong blocking his steps?

While he was stepping, he slightly looked up at Luo Tianzong in the air.

Just a glance, Luo Tianzong, who was as powerful as a rainbow, instantly felt a huge aura pressing towards his chest like a mountain. His mind was dizzy, and his body suddenly retreated amid the screams, and a mouthful of blood was sprayed out immediately.

After landing, the man stepped back for more than ten steps before he stood firm, with a shock and anger on his face, shouting at the people who were pounced on him: "Go and notify the elder, this person is innately powerful!"

The innate and transformed realm were like a natural chasm. Zhao Fan did not even use any power. He just glanced at him. The huge spiritual pressure had already made him not even have the courage to take action.

What hurt Luo Tianzong was his own strength. The move he made with all his strength was retracted, just like punching him hard in the chest.

"What, Senior Brother Luo was defeated so easily?"

"Innate? Isn't that as powerful as the elders and the others?"

"No wonder he dared to break into this place alone. It turns out that he really has some skills!"

The smiles on the faces of the disciples of the Dragon Sword Sect froze on their faces. Luo Tianzong, who they thought they would win, was defeated by only a glance. The cold sweat on their foreheads began to drip.

It was not until this time that they realized that Zhao Fan had already held back just now.

Otherwise, it would be easy to kill these people with his strength.

"It's just innate. He's just one person, how many can he beat?"

"You can only show off your might in front of us ordinary disciples. The elder will definitely be able to take action later!"

Being beaten here alone is a very shame for the Dragon Sword Sect. Men, women, young and old in uniform are constantly coming, and the entire sect has been alarmed.

In a spacious hall deep in the sect, a group of people gathered here with solemn expressions. The ones surrounded by them were the people who rushed back after Zhao Fan's cultivation was abolished.

Ten innate masters were destroyed at once, and together with Fang Xia and others who had been deposed by Zhao Fan, fifteen innate masters had been broken into his hands in a short time.

Even if the ancient martial arts sects are dedicated to practicing, and the innate masters have too many more than in the secular world, this loss is already very heavy for them, and it is even a damaging force, reducing the strength of this sect by more than half.

"The master of the sect, I was careless and thought he was still the power of the realm of transformation, so I didn't use the Dragon Slaying Sword Formation as soon as possible."

"His strength should be in the middle stage of the innate stage, and it seems to have obtained some strange inheritance. We have never seen the palm techniques we use before, and caught off guard..."

The third elder who led the team looked ashamed. As soon as he said this, the closed door was pushed open by a man in panic.

"The master of the sect, the one who broke into the sect was a young man with innate strength. The disciples tried their best to stop him, but they still couldn't stop him. Please ask the elders to take action!"

Seeing the middle-aged man with long beards in the middle of the hall looking over majestic, the man knelt on the ground in panic and shouted anxiously.

"Damn it, damn it, he actually followed us all the way here!"

"Several elders, this time, you must not let this evil seed be alive again, and you can directly form a formation to strangle him!"

The third elder and others suddenly woke up and shouted in anger.

"Great Elder, you can take action!"

The person sitting in the middle of the hall was Fang Yunqi, the leader of the Dragon Sword Sect. His expression was so calm and steady from beginning to end. Looking out through the open door, you saw Zhao Fan who had already rushed to the square outside the door.

In terms of bloodline relationship, Fang Yunqi is Zhao Fan's uncle, and Zhao Fan's appearance is somewhat similar to his.

However, this similarity not only did not make him feel any joy, but instead made him deeply disgusted. When he saw Zhao Fan, his expression remained unchanged, and he also frowned gently and waved to the few people sitting next to him.

"Sect Master, do you want to catch him? Although Zhao Tianlong expelled Zhao Kaiyang from the Zhao family back then, he probably still cared about this grandson. Otherwise, how could he have innate strength at a young age?"

The elder with a little gray hair pondered for a moment, clasped his fists at Fang Yunqi, and asked hesitantly.

"kill!"

Fang Yunqi frowned again and said a word coldly.

"yes!"

The elder did not take any more. With a wave of his hand, the seven masters, including him, stepped lightly and rushed out of the hall.

"Fang Yunqi, if you still want to hide, I don't mind demolishing your devastating sect!"

Zhao Fan took a step, and the group of people blocked him took a step back. As he advanced and retreated, he arrived at the middle of a huge square that seemed to be a training ground. The tone of Qing shouted was plain, but it continued for a long time under the echo of the surrounding courtyard walls.

"If you have a way in heaven, you don't go, and if you don't have a way in hell, you want to come. Since you are seeking death yourself, we can't blame you!"

Hearing the sound behind him, the disciples in the Dragon Slaying Sword blocking in front of Zhao Fan again showed joy on their faces, and quickly made way for a path.

Before the Great Elder and others approached, a powerful aura had already hit the face. A strong wind blew out of thin air from the bottom, and the roaring waves of dust rolled up before the roar. The murderous intent in the eyes of the seven people was unconcealed. The light sword sounded sounds as soon as they approached. The seven sword lights woven into a sword net, covering Zhao Fan's entire body.

"The seven elders took action at the same time? What did this person come from? How did they move so much?"

"Oh my God, is this the Dragon Slaying Sword Formation? The seven elders with innate strength use the Dragon Slaying Sword Formation?"

"How could this person dare to break into our Dragon Sword Sect's sect, so how could he let him leave alive? The sect leader naturally wanted to kill this person in one fell swoop for the sake of insurance!"

"Haha, the seven innate masters and the Dragon-Slaying Sword Formation are used. Even if this kid dies, it is worth it!"

How could those ordinary disciples know Zhao Fan's identity? At this moment, they were shocked to see the seven masters taking action at the same time and using the Dragon-Slaying Sword Formation. But at the same time, they were extremely sure. In their eyes, Zhao Fan, who was still calm at this moment, was already a dead person.

Zhuanxu's horse-controlled step under Zhao Fan's feet only took a few steps and stopped.

The sneer on his face was extremely strong.

This dragon-slaying sword formation was almost tailored to restrain Zhuanxu's stewardship. Every step he took, there must be a sword light waiting for him in front, and the move was fatal, and it seemed like he had taken the initiative to get up.
Chapter completed!