Peak Ancestor

Suddenly, a huge fist condensed with the power of innate alchemy rushed out.

The fist is extremely condensed, like a mountain, running through the audience with astonishing speed.

bang bang bang ......

Then, after the bang bang sounded, almost half of the people were shocked to death by the punch.

The martial artist's corpse was thrown to the sides, and the fist condensed by the power of the innate alchemy continued to shatter a spar pillar in the hall.

"Well, what a powerful punch,"

Qin Fan raised his brows slightly. The people present were either warriors of the level of Lianzun or warriors of the Ninth Level peak of the realm of Emperor Lian, but they couldn't even block a single punch, and half of them were killed or injured.

"Ah, there are warriors in the mid-level refinement realm coming over,"

"Fist is as strong as a mountain, this person is No.10 on the list of saints, He San'er from the Holy Fist Sect of Shengzhou,"

"Ah, run!"

......

After all, since ancient times, more than [-]% of the warriors who participated in the training of the secrets of the Heavenly Spirit Realm were killed by the warriors, and only a small number of them died in the hunting of monsters.

Therefore, in the eyes of experienced practitioners, all warriors at the mid-level Lianzun level are killing stars, and they will run away when they encounter them.

Otherwise, there is only a dead end. It is unknown who will take the lead first, and those who survived will flee in all directions like birds and beasts.

Soon, only Qin Fan and a dozen corpses were left in the hall.

blah blah blah blah...

At this time, the sound of footsteps became clearer and clearer, and a majestic figure slowly appeared in Qin Fan's sight. The height of the opponent was nearly 1.8 meters, and he was as burly as a mountain.

Exactly, He San'er of the Holy Master List, the Holy Fist Sect of Shengzhou, is also a warrior in the middle-level refining realm.

He San'er glanced at the corpse on the ground, then turned to look at Qin Fan.

"Huh," He San'er asked with a little surprise: "Hmph, boy, why don't you run away, do you want to die?"

He San'er was very surprised. In his eyes, Qin Fan was just a martial artist in the Ninth Level Peak Emperor Lianjing Realm, and he couldn't even beat a half-step Lianzun level martial artist.

Although those who can enter the tomb of the Holy Spirit are all the best of the various sects, it is still not enough. With his martial artist cultivation base of the middle-level alchemy state, who would care about a warrior who has not reached the half-step alchemy state .

"Hehe," Qin Fan said with a faint smile, "I'm also interested in the treasure inside, why did I run away?"

Upon hearing this, He San'er snorted, and sarcastically said: "Oh, it seems that you are very confident, but unfortunately you are not strong enough. People with inflated self-confidence usually die very early, and there is no day when they will become famous,"

With his hands behind his back, He San'er didn't pay attention to Qin Fan at all, nor was he afraid of the other party's sudden attack.

Qin Fan snorted coldly, "Hmph, you'll know if you try it."

At this time, Qin Fan knew that it was useless to say more, everything must be done with strength.

Otherwise, the enemy will just treat you as a soft persimmon and squeeze it at will.

Hearing this, a strange color flashed in He San'er's eyes. The other party clearly knew that he was a martial artist of the middle-level Lianzun level, but he was still full of confidence.

He San'er didn't understand at this time, where did the other party's self-confidence come from? Did he really think that he could compete with him, or was he hot-headed.

Of course, as a martial artist, the possibility of the latter is very small. How could the other party's family let a hot-headed guy come in? Wouldn't that let him die.

"Haha..." He San'er thought of this, laughed, and said: "Okay, you have courage, if you can take a punch from me with your courage, I, He San'er, will not make things difficult for you again. "

At this time, He San'er still admired Qin Fan's courage.

Hearing this, Qin Fan murmured, "A punch, I'll take it,"

Qin Fan didn't intend to fight the opponent head-on, not because he was not sure about killing the opponent.

Of course, it is not easy for the other party to kill Qin Fan, and the purpose of coming here is to find treasures and inheritance, so there is no time to mess around with him.

Immediately afterwards, the Dragon Slaying Sword appeared in Qin Fan's hand.

Qin Fan didn't want to waste too much power at the moment, the moment the dragon-slaying sword appeared, Qin Fan's aura changed, with an astonishing sharpness:

converge.

concentrate.

sublimation.

metamorphosis.

At this moment, Qin Fan felt like a divine sword about to be unsheathed, piercing through nothingness.

"Well, what a sharp sword intent," He San'er nodded slightly when he saw Qin Fan's change of momentum.

Sure enough, those who can come in are not weak, even warriors at the level of Emperor Lian will have their own self-defense.

He San'er's eyes slightly squared up, and he shouted loudly and punched out.

"drink, crush,"

Immediately afterwards, the mountain-like strength of the fist has not yet been solidified, the cracks on the ground surface have been oppressed and collapsed, and the nearby walls cracked and crumbled abruptly.

The violent innate alchemy power filled the whole space, as if the whole space was pressing down on Qin Fan.

This punch is enough to kill a warrior in the realm of master refinement alive, and it can destroy a mountain tens of feet high, which is extremely powerful.

Qin Fan's hair and clothes fluttered backwards, hunting, as if he would be blown away by the wind and crushed by the force of the fist at any moment.

Qin's eyes were sharp, and the purple energy flashed all over his body. The bloody sword light on the dragon-killing sword was constantly swallowing, and the dragon-killing sword was also struck out suddenly.

puff.

In an instant, a thin blood-colored sword mark appeared in the air, extending straight to the fist.

At that moment, the amethyst lamps in the hall seemed to have lost their color, leaving only this sword.

"Boom bang bang..."

At this time, the sound of bursting energy rang hundreds of times, and Ji Kuai was still flying back.

Qin Fan had skillfully put away the Dragon Slaying Sword, and it landed lightly on the ground. He raised his head and said, "I've accepted it."

Hearing this, He San'er's heart twitched, and then he said: "Boy, I keep my word and I won't embarrass you anymore, but don't think that you can use your sword intent to move freely. There are too many strong people here, even if I I dare not say that I will retreat completely, "

Qin Fan said: "Well, of course I know this, thank you,"

Qin Fan was not so foolish as to think that he was invincible with the Dragon Slaying Sword.

Although it wasn't too difficult for Qin Fan to kill He San'er, it didn't mean that he had the qualifications to look down upon the world.

After all, among those who look down on the world, whose cultivation level is not as impressive as the past, no one can leapfrog the challenge across too big a difference in realm.

At this time, the two had no intention of continuing to fight, and were about to open two of the nine gates.

All of a sudden, the sound of footsteps came from another passage.

The sound of footsteps was very regular, every time it sounded to the end, and then sounded again, the time was the same, every minute and every second were exactly the same, as if it was done deliberately, but also as if it was born like this.

If one had to use one word to describe it, it would be "replication". That's right, only "replication" could perfectly explain the opponent's footsteps.

Although they haven't seen anyone yet, the expressions of Qin Fan and He San'er have changed.

"Hey, this person is very powerful. I really think he is familiar with his footsteps."

He San'er frowned, trying hard to recall,