The sky was gray, drizzling, and the wet mist was like a big net, covering the entire world.

There are some unknown flowers here, trees, grass that is widespread over the waist, a river where water is not very fast, and a boy who has no umbrella but has a black heavy sword on his back.

He walked slowly by the river without making any sound, for fear of disturbing the rare tranquility. While walking, he watched the ripples that the rain fell into the river and listened to the sound of the rain falling on the ground. Although he did not laugh, he could feel his comfort and comfort.

I walked like this without stopping, nor did I find a place to hide from the rain at all, and I ignored the rain that would be getting heavier and heavier. I was like a child who found his favorite toy, and I couldn't let go and wanted to keep playing with it.

This misty rain, in the eyes of those who love rain, should be considered an extreme.

Chen Fan, who accidentally appeared here, happened to be such a person who loves rain, so he appreciated it so seriously and even integrated it into it.

Just like Du Qingqi's sword and Su Yiqi's wine.

He is Chiyu.

In short, this was the third day he left Yingmenghua Valley. Along the way, he had figured out a lot of things. After all, it would not be possible to live in the mountains with just a brute force. For a few years on Liuyun Mountain, his comfortable life made him relax his vigilance and become much lazy.

Now, Qin Lei's reminder was almost guessed by him, and he understood Qin Lei's seemingly unnecessary intention of forcing him to get into the sedan chair.

Because his master was Mu Chenzhou, the once magnificent man. So from the moment he went up the mountain, he entered the vision of many people. Many of these eyes revealed unfriendly eyes. After all, with a Fang Xinjue in front of him, no one thought that there would be an extra pride of heaven on his ninth peak.

But what is unexpected is that he has amazing brute force, but he has no progress in his practice, and he has not even succeeded in defeating the world. In this way, the eyes gathered on him gradually dimmed, and he can live to this day without any danger.

Unexpectedly, three days ago, a purple rain poured down, and his spiritual bloodline awakened, and once he entered the world, he passed through nine days in a row.

The heaven-defying spirit-raising bloodline was completely exposed to everyone's eyes, and his master then fought against the Nine Peaks and went down the mountain. Obviously, it was not just for the purpose of catching treasures, or in other words, his purpose was not for the purpose of catching treasures at all!

Otherwise, Master Zhao Nianbai would not have said the words of Liuyun Sword Sect withdrawing from this battle to seize treasures. This shows that his master should have known for a long time that he is a spirit-raising person.

He came to carry the mountain to protect him and return to the sect safely, but who knew that the stone tablet appeared in the world, which caused a huge shock. One powerful person came one after another, just blocking his way home.

Although his master is powerful, he is not invincible in the world. Qin Lei forced himself away, which really solved the urgent needs of their master and apprentice to a certain extent, because after leaving the territory of the Han Dynasty, the future will inevitably be full of crises. Even if his master has Jiufeng in his hand, he may not be able to resist them all.

But now, as long as he is not found by others, then the single master will have enough time to break the deadlock.

The real danger is that he follows his master.

As for this moment, Chen Fan did not feel like a disaster at all, because he felt that his current experience was no different from his life in the mountains. It was nothing more than a broader one, and the shadows who were waiting for opportunities in the darkness became smarter and stronger.

But so what? The tyranny deep in his body has never dissipated by leaving the mountains. On the contrary, when his blood awakened and saw that man and that sky, he knew that in the future, he would not only chase his grandfather who had no trace, but also step onto the highest mountain in the world and take a look at that sky.

To do this, he must first be strong enough to be lawless.

There are so many obstacles ahead, I will use my own sword to laugh at the mountains, rivers, sun and moon!

Chen Fan stopped slowly, raised his head slightly, feeling the distant sky, letting the wind and rain rage on his face, suddenly, he raised a curve of smile, and unexpectedly burst out with a sharp and unparalleled sharpness.

Sure enough, I can't go all the way safe!

At the foot of Qianhua Mountain, beside the nameless tree, there are purple clothes blocking the road!

His name is Fu Kun, holding a jar of old wine, leaning against the tree, smiling at Chen Fan.

"You can tell that you like this place, so you didn't bother, but you couldn't let you go, so you just wait for you here." Fu Kun's tone was relaxed, as if he was talking to an old friend who had been for many years.

Chen Fan looked at Fu Kun who was soaked all over, probably waiting for a lot of time and said, "So kind?" Fu Kun shook his head and chuckled, "It's always good to be generous to the dying person." Chen Fan's expression remained unchanged, but he just raised his eyebrows and said, "You want to kill me?"

"No, no, no, I can't do anything to you before you enter the Blessing Man, let alone now. What I want to do is simpler, and it's enough to stop you." But he deliberately or unintentionally revealed a kind of persistence, which made Chen Fan uneasy.

Fu Kun couldn't kill Chen Fan, but he wanted to stop him, why did he stop him? No need to think that there must be someone who could kill him on the way.

Chen Fan also understood, so he untied the black heavy sword behind him. He thought, it would be very pleasant to play with thunder in the rain!

Fu Kun put the wine under the tree, sorted out his somewhat messy clothes, walked out gently, holding a sword in one hand, full of fighting spirit.

He wanted to prove it to Chen Fan that he was unable to do anything to Chen Fan, but he just didn't want to do anything!

"How did you find me?" Chen Fan asked.

Fu Kun did not answer, stretched out his hand, and a dark long-winged insect flew out from his fingertips. Its shape was ferocious, and there was a trace of familiar aura that made Chen Fan feel emerge.

"Fulfruit Heavenly Misty." Chen Fan lowered his eyebrows whispered, unable to express his fear. Bloody Pupil Feng Chuan should be the one who couldn't wait to come and kill him, and it seemed that he could not avoid it.

Of course, if he could kill Fu Kun before Feng Chuan arrived and then leave under the rain, the result would be unknown, but this seemed not easy. Chen Fan frowned and the heavy sword slowly cut open the rain curtain.

Suddenly, a thunder exploded, dark clouds covered the top, and the sky was drizzling. It changed the soft and beautiful scene of misty rain just now, and turned into dark clouds covering the city, with a sudden rain.

Chen Fan's eyes lit up, and the heavy sword suddenly went out like a dragon going out to sea. He slapped the sudden rain, and a thunder lightning suddenly rushed towards Fu Kun. Fu Kun narrowed his eyes and emitted a burning heat under the cold rain. The long sword floated white mist and the sword moved. Fu Kun, who had been hiding in snow for several years, finally released his own sharpness.

Each of his swords had fires flying, and he was unparalleled in fighting. Chen Fan was eroded by the scorching sword energy, which directly ignited the unyielding blood in his body. The battle became more and more domineering. He laughed while beating, "What a Fu Kun! Who else in the world knows that your sword is so sharp?"

Fu Kun looked at the collar of his chest and was broken by Chen Fan, and returned to the question without hesitation, "Master knew that my talent was different from ordinary people, but he sighed that I was born contrary to the devil's way and could not do whatever I want, so he would not be able to become a great demon in his entire life. He once thought about letting me practice Taoism, but I didn't want to."

Chen Fan's arm was scratched by Fu Kun, and there was an extra bloodline. With a slight burnt smell, he kicked it out and kicked Fu Kun in front of the chest and asked, "Why don't you?"

"Master treats me like a son, how dare I turn to someone else's disciple? Practice and me are just a adjustment. My original intention has always been to accompany my master's seat." Fu Kun was kicked by Chen Fan, leaning against an ancient tree on his back, and gasping for breath.

"Since that's the case, you are not with your master in your Nine Yang Demon Sect, but are going to come out to help Feng Chuan start this killing?" Chen Fan's spiritual energy rioted all over his body, holding a sword in one hand to his head, watching the thunder and lightning in the sky, and using the Nine Heavens Xuan Lei Sword Skill as a guide, intending to borrow the heavenly thunder.

With a "boom", Fu Kun quickly rolled and jumped away. At this time, the tree he was leaning against had been split into two sections, and then another thunder swept over. Fu Kun raised his slightly numb arm and pinched a sword seal. The long sword in his hand suddenly shook, spewing out a majestic flame, and the flame turned into seven red swords and entrenched in the air.

A strange look suddenly appeared on Fu Kun's face. He looked at the galloping sky thunder without saying a word, and then he triggered the sword in the air to encircle the sky thunder. The thunder and fire blended, and the extreme light and heat burst out, like fireworks.

Fu Kun spewed out a mouthful of blood, carrying thick black smoke.

Chen Fan looked pale and thought to himself, "The consumption of attracting the sky thunder is a little too terrifying."

Fu Kunqiang smiled, "The killing has been caused, so the reason is not important. I came here this time to repay them."

Chen Fan mocked, "Why do you return it?"

Fu Kun also laughed, "Of course I will pay back my life."

Chen Fan seemed to him, and finally knew why Fu Kun followed him all the way, and suddenly appeared at this time. He wanted to give his life to him before Feng Chuan arrived, and then Feng Chuan killed him. In this way, the murderous sin created by Jiuyang can make an explanation to all parties. When Chen Fan died, he could avoid threats from potential customers of the Nine Yang Demon Sect. He was using his death to exchange for an incomplete perfection for the Nine Yang Demon Sect.

If he didn't show up, he would just follow Chen Fan, and Chen Fan wouldn't be able to escape, and he could live well. Although he was carrying some moral burdens, it was less important than life. However, he appeared like this, facing the wind and rain, he was so free and easy. As he said, he came to repay with his life.

The rain was very serious, and he was also very serious.

Seeing that Chen Fan was silent, Fu Kun continued to say, "Master said, my good and evil are pure, neither pleasing nor disliked, so I have never had any sense of existence in the sect, but I like it there."

"So I have to die?" Chen Fan was speechless.

Fu Kun smiled and nodded.

"There is nothing to say..." Chen Fan sighed.

"You're a scoundrel." Fu Kun continued Chen Fan's words and said slightly.

Chen Fan also nodded, and the two looked at each other and smiled. Although they would hold the sword to face each other in the next moment, they would not prevent them from sympathizing with each other at this moment.

Chen Fan slowly dragged the heavy sword, and the wind and rain were very happy, but it was about to end.

"Come on, I'll take you on the way." Chen Fan said.

Fu Kun laughed loudly and went to death calmly.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!