Online martial arts game: Obtain the Beiming Divine Skill at the beginning

No one was seeing him at this time.

But everyone seems to have noticed that something is wrong!

Including this sword is not a bystander facing them.

For example, Wang Yuyan, who was on the second floor of the mill at this time, looked out through the window.

For example, on the first floor at this time, Duan Yu, who was trembling all over his body standing inside the mill door.

Although it is not for them to really face this sword.

They will still feel instinctive fear in this situation.

For no reason, the most instinctive fear of living beings, apart from facing the unknown, is death!

And at this moment, they felt the power of death almost at the same time.

It was as if there were a pair of big hands that grabbed their beating hearts in the dark, unable to breathe, unable to move, and some could only mechanically look at the figure that was close at hand, but seemed to be far away.

And that's just for those of them who watch.

Facing this sword, the masked Murong Fu finally seemed to understand a little bit at this moment that this kid who didn't know the depth of the meaning of the words he had just spoken.

He had rarely experienced this feeling in his life, except when he was seven years old, among the flowers outside the Huanshi Water Pavilion, he saw a poisonous snake that pounced on him.

It was as if a centipede was lying on his back, cold from his neck, and cold from the base of his tail.

The hairs all over the body stand on end!

He stared at the figure steadily, motionless, and slowly swallowed a mouthful of saliva on his neck.

It's not that he doesn't want to be the first to interrupt, but at this moment, he doesn't dare to make the slightest move, for fear that inadvertently, the next moment, the long sword that is still more than ten zhang away will cut off his neck!

Like those Tangut people who have died!

Chen Fan's eyes were pitch black, and at this moment, his sword finally moved.

Or rather, it had to move!

When he really mastered this sword, Chen Fan could truly realize how terrifying Yan Shisan was at the beginning!

And to be able to create such a sword technique at the time of life and death dilemma, Yan Shisan's sword is worthy of being called a magic sword.

At this moment, the rain curtain of the entire heaven and earth seemed to stagnate.

It seems that the dark curtain in another dimension has turned the whole world upside down.

Murong Fu no longer thinks about how to tease this kid, nor does he think about how to hide his identity!

Because at this time, if there is still a little bit of clumsy thinking, Murong Fu may feel that he

Really going to die!

It's a little ridiculous, he never put this kid in his eyes, but at this moment, he had to put it in his eyes, because of this sword, he also had to put it in his eyes.

No one would have thought of how to describe this sword, because even Wang Yuyan, who had deliberately practiced the speed of speech before, when she wanted to speak, this sword was already over!

Chen Fan didn't know when, he was already standing behind Murong Fu.

There was blood on that Shura sword.

It's not Chen Fan's.

However, this bloodstain was quickly washed away by the rain that fell with it.

At some point, the hat above his head had fallen into the rain.

Scattered long black hair fluttered with the wind and rain.

An extremely handsome face appeared in the rain.

The long wet hair sticks to the face, and it does not look sloppy, but has an indescribable charm.

Especially after the sword that was enough to be described as 'amazing'.

Murong Fu stood behind him.

The sword in his hand had cracked, and there was a slender sword mark on his right chest.

The number that hasn't completely disappeared is still floating in the sky:

-64499！

Chen Fan turned around slowly, and this time he took the emerald green bottle from his hand openly:

It contains the antidote to the 'sorrowful breeze'.

"Remember, this is what I took, not you. "

He said lightly.

Then he slowly picked up the slightly muddy hat from the heavy rain.

He patted it and put it back on his head.

Putting on the hat, Chen Fan turned around and walked towards the mill.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

Murong Fu's voice was a little hoarse.

Of course he didn't die, because it was in the middle of the game.

But Murong Fu also knew that if it weren't for this reason, he would have died.

So he understood, he was defeated.

Chen Fan shook his head: "Nobody, you don't deserve to know." "

As soon as these words came out, Murong Fu tensed.

He almost wanted to take off the mask on his face in the next moment, and shouted: "I am Murong Fu Murong Gongzi of Shi Shui Pavilion!"

But he held back in the end.

It's also for that reason that he can't afford to lose this person!

Murong Fu, who was famous in Jiangnan martial arts, was defeated at the hands of an unknown stranger, which was too embarrassing.

He glanced at Chen Fan's back fiercely, and said softly, "We will meet again!"

Chen Fan didn't pay attention to this kind of cruel words at all, and directly closed the door of the mill.

Only Murong Fu was left looking at the closed mill in the rain, his eyes full of coldness.

Eventually, he rode away.

Only in the gap between the windows on the second floor, Wang Yuyan, who was always looking at him, was a little puzzled, how could this person's figure and the voice just now have a familiar feeling?

And at the moment when Chen Shaoxia took out the sword at the end, the person's subconscious movements seemed to be more familiar!

Where have you seen it? What kind of martial arts move is it?

Before Wang Yuyan could think about it, she was awakened by the sound of going upstairs outside the mill on the second floor.

Chen Fan stood under the stairs on the second floor, ignoring Duan Yu who seemed to be still immersed in that sword!

There is no way, the essence of the [Fifteen Swords of Death] lies entirely in the fifteenth sword, if the fourteen swords in front of it are all of the same level of power as the fifteenth sword, this sword technique may have a chance to be promoted to the divine sword.

Compared to the relatively inferior Six-Vein Divine Sword, and for Duan Yu, it was still ineffective, and the shock of this sword was indeed too great!

"Miss Wang, the antidote to the sad and refreshing breeze Chen has already gotten it, I don't know if you have changed your clothes, if it is okay, Chen will come up!"

Wang Yuyan's voice hurriedly came: "The little woman has been changed, Chen Gongzi hurry up!"

Chen Fan's face did not change, and then he walked up to the second floor, saw Wang Yuyan who had changed into soaked clothes, and handed over the antidote containing the sad and crisp breeze:

"Smell it!"

Wang Yuyan couldn't move, her hands couldn't move, she could only stick her head over, and a foul smell hit the bottle, although it was very disgusting, but her body really regained a trace of strength.

looked at Wang Yuyan, who was shining brighter and brighter in her eyes.

Chen Fan muttered in his heart:

It doesn't make sense! This favorability has grown a little faster......

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