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Chen Nan slashed out with his sword shining in the sky.

The terrifying sword energy illuminated the entire mountain.

The hundred-meter-long sword light locked on the four elders of the Pan family.

Feeling the terrifying sword intent of this sword, the four elders of the Pan family were horrified.

They never imagined that this boy in his 20s could be so powerful.

"Four Symbol Formation!"

Pan Yunhai shouted loudly.

The other three people came to their senses instantly. They circulated their true energy at the same time, and soon condensed a huge protective shield.

Pan Zicheng narrowed his eyes.

He found that Chen Nan's eyes were a little darker than before, and his face was a little pale.

Although this sword was strong, it must have drained a lot of his strength.

Take advantage of his illness and kill him.

Pan Zicheng rushed towards Chen Nan high in the sky like an arrow from a string.

At the same time, they broke away from the protective shield of the four elders of the Pan family.

"Chen Nan, suffer death..."

Pan Zicheng swatted away with his palm composed of countless flames.

He hates Chen Nan.

Killed his father and several uncles, and prevented the rise of the Pan Family Military Alliance.

He is jealous of Chen Nan.

Ben's talent in cultivation is unmatched by anyone in the secular world.

However, a monster like Chen Nan appeared.

Although he is obviously younger than himself, his strength is countless times stronger than his own.

But it doesn't matter, as long as Chen Nan is killed, he will still be the proud man of heaven.

"Zicheng...come back..."

Pan Yunhai stared and shouted.

After a battle, they had a deep understanding of Chen Nan's strength.

Chen Nan is not a warrior at all, he is an immortal cultivator who cultivates spiritual power.

The real elixir condensed from spiritual power is not a concept at all compared to the virtual elixir condensed from true energy.

Fortunately, the four of them had practiced the Four Elephants Formation to the point of proficiency and were able to barely resist Chen Nan's attack.

Although Chen Nan had no advantage, they didn't even have a chance to fight back.

Now Chen Nan suddenly fell into a trance, obviously trying to get dirty on purpose.

Pan Zicheng rushed forward to die.

Pan Yunhai's old face lost all color.

Pan Zicheng is extremely talented, and he will definitely achieve a lot if he is sent to the sect for further study.

His son was gone, and he didn't want his grandson to die too.

Sure enough, when Pan Zicheng flew to an altitude of 500 meters and was still 100 meters away from Chen Nan, the corners of Chen Nan's mouth raised slightly.

The sword light flashed in his eyes, and the green light sword in his hand made a crisp sword cry.

"Sword breaks mountains and rivers!"

"The sword shines in the eight wastes!"

"The sword shines in the sky!"

Chen Nan slashed out three swords at the speed of light.

Every sword is a killing move in the Taixuan Sword Art.

Pan Zicheng felt as if a mountain of tai was pressing down on him.

He could no longer get closer to Chen Nan.

"Do not…"

Pan Zicheng's scalp was about to explode, and he immediately used his true energy to form a protective shield.

He even slapped himself on the chest and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the protective shield.

The protective shield turned from illusory and transparent to light red.

This is Pan Zicheng's strongest defense.

shhhhhh!

The sound of swords clashing came in the air.

Jian Yao Ba Huang broke through Pan Zicheng's strongest defense.

The sword cut through the mountains and rivers and immediately twisted Pan Zicheng into blood mist.

The sword radiated across the wasteland, and the hundred-meter-long sword energy landed on a hill.

The hill was split into two, and the whole mountain shook.

"Self-made..."

Pan Yunhai shouted with grief on his face.

The grandson is dead.

All turned into blood mist.

Dead through.

His lineage was completely cut off.

They are all Chen Nan.

It’s all this little beast.

He killed his own son and his grandson.

Pan Yunhai's eyes were red, and he stared at Chen Nan like a madman and shouted: "Chen Nan, give back my grandson's life!"

Chen Nan slowly landed on the top of a big tree, pointing the azure sword in his hand at Pan Yunhai, and said in an indifferent tone: "Your grandson is dead. If you want to see him, I can send you down to reunite!"

"what…"

Pan Yunhai was overwhelmed by hatred and rushed forward, shaking the soft sword in his hand.

Thousands of illusory sword energies rolled toward Chen Nan like ocean waves.

"Big brother..."

When Pan Yunhe and the other three saw their eldest brother rushing out, they immediately showed off their special abilities.

They all knew in their hearts that if their eldest brother died, they would not survive.

Only four people working together can perform the Four Elephant Formation.

Chen Nan looked at the overwhelming sword energy, a trace of confusion suddenly flashed across his eyes, and the scene of the Sword King fighting the Corpse King emerged in his mind.

Then there were scenes of him using the Taixuan Sword Technique to deal with the genetic warrior, sparring with Hongmei, and just dealing with the four elders of the Pan family.

Chen Nan's eyes seemed to have lost their color, with only two sword lights standing in his pupils.

He slowly raised his green light sword and pointed it at the sky.

The golden elixir was spinning crazily, and the spiritual power between heaven and earth seemed to be drawn, all gathering towards Chen Nan.

The green light sword trembled and let out a sword roar.

A terrifying sword intent filled the air and spread hundreds of miles in an instant.

"This sword can cut mountains!"

Chen Nan murmured softly, then cut off the sword in his hand.

There is no fancy sword spirit.

Just an ordinary sword.

If it hadn't been for the terrifying sword intent coming, Pan Yunhai would have felt that Chen Nan's sword could cut off even his hair.

However, when the sword slashed down with such an ordinary sword, the more than 50 sword cultivators in the Xuandan realm couldn't help but tremble.

They felt a fear coming from their souls.

"This... what kind of sword intent is this?"

"Sword Emperor Di Bai's sword intent isn't that strong, right?"

"When did the martial arts world have such a strong swordsman?"

"..."

Just when everyone was shocked by the terrifying sword intent.

Chen Nan's sword has already fallen.

Pan Yunhai's thousands of sword energy dissipated like a piece of wood.

Pan Yunhai turned into blood mist.

Several peaks behind were split into two.

Pan Yunhe was dumbfounded.

Pan Yunhu was stunned.

Pan Yunye almost peed his pants.

Is this a dream?

Why is Chen Nan's swordsmanship so terrifying?

I'm afraid even those in the Xuanying realm wouldn't be able to use this sword, right?

Pan Yunhe's mouth was dry and his scalp was about to burst. He looked at Chen Nan as if he were looking at a god.

thump!

thump!

Two voices of kneeling came from the side.

Pan Yunhe turned around with difficulty and saw his two younger brothers already kneeling on the ground.

collapsed.

The psychological defense completely collapsed.

A powerful man in the Xuandan Realm was frightened out of his wits by Chen Nan's sword.

Pan Yunhe had a wry smile on his face, then dropped the nine-section whip in his hand and knelt on the ground.

If you kneel down, cracks will appear in your Taoist heart, and you will stop at the Xuandan realm in this life.

But between life and death, he chose life.

Chen Nan slowly fell to the ground, and his eyes returned to their previous color.

Looking at the chasm created by him, he couldn't help but feel confused again.

Did you really use this sword by yourself?

He closed his eyes and searched for the state just now, but after searching for a long time, he couldn't find the reason.

That sword was not a move in Taixuan Sword Art, but a sword created on a whim.

Chen Nan sighed softly, and then walked towards Pan Yunhe and the others. When he saw the three of them kneeling on the ground, he smiled disdainfully: "That's it?"

"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit, we admit defeat!"

Pan Yunhe lowered his head, his voice was hoarse, and his attitude was very low.

"You think you can survive by kneeling down and admitting defeat?" Chen Nan said with sarcasm.

"We are willing to give up half of the Pan family's property..." Pan Yunhe continued.

"When you worked together to destroy the Ye Clan, did you ever consider letting those old people and children go?"