Wang Qian sighed in his heart, poor a peerless genius who can refine six-text pills will die in front of him today.

However, the next scene stunned Wang Qian.

"So weird?"

"What the hell is going on?"

"Why did Nan Zhantian's sword energy disappear before he could get close to Master Xu's body?"

Wang Qian couldn't understand what was going on.

Not only Wang Qian couldn't figure it out, but everyone present, except Nie Fei and Zhao Tiansan, could not figure it out.

In their opinion, Xu Fan, who seemed to have no cultivation level.

Under Nan Zhantian's sword, he would definitely end up in ashes.

You know, Nan Zhantian is a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building!

The monk in the late stage of foundation building can break even a hundred-meter huge rock.

How could a leader of the You Sect who had been in a long time ago resist?

At this moment, Xu Fan, who had not taken action, looked at Nan Zhantian, who was still stunned and said disdainfully:

"I dare to show off my skills!"

Showing sword skills in front of me is really a big sword in front of Guan Gong, overestimating his ability.

The horror of the sword path lies in the ability to control the rules of swords within a certain range at will.

At this time, on the field.

Xu Fan is the supreme sword, the ancestor of swords.

Even if the sword energy that Nan Zhantian slashed out was ten times stronger or a hundred times stronger.

Facing Xu Fan, who has the free sword path, is useless.

Originally, if Nan Zhantian didn't show off and just slashed it with that giant knife.

Xu Fan might turn his head and leave.

After all, he has no cultivation and his body is too crisp.

But this guy actually wanted to play with him.

"Next, it's my turn?"

Xu Fan smiled faintly and thoughts moved.

In an instant, a desperate sword intent shot out from him.

Everyone present felt cold, as if winter had arrived.
Chapter completed!