Chapter 620

With a trace of appreciation in his eyes, he looked at the young man and said softly, "today's one is worthy of its reputation. I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"Now, here I am!" Nie Chen can feel that this old man is definitely the most powerful one among the elders. His internal strength Peng Bai has obviously reached the limit of the elder level.

"Please!" Facing Nie Chen, the old man was not arrogant at all. He calmly opened his mouth to Nie Chen, and his right hand was raised and pointed to the door. Nie Chen opened his milky eyes and looked into the door. He did not see any traps or ambushes. What was empty inside was a huge square, and at the end of the square, there was a big square The figure of the woman, this woman, is Qinglian, and behind Qinglian, a young man stands there uneasily, looking beyond the mountain gate.

This young man, not by others, is Zifan!

"It seems that he is still here!" Nie Chen thought coldly in his heart. He nodded to the old man, walked towards the mountain gate, and directly stepped on the huge square. Nie Chen could feel that the huge square was built of very hard materials. It was a huge martial arts arena.

"Zifan!" Nie Chen walked into the arena and stood at the end of the square and looked at the young man at the end of the square. His eyes were filled with an unprecedented sense of bitterness. "Today, you must give me a proper reason. Why betray us? Why betray Ziyang?"

"Betrayal? It's you who betray you. Is it Ziyang? " Zifan's body trembled, and the moment Nie Chen called his name, he felt a kind of fear and oppression from the bottom of his heart. Now Nie Chen is so powerful that he almost doesn't know him.

But Zifan's words are still sonorous and forceful, and his eyes are also very firm. Although with a reluctant color, he looked straight at Nie Chen, "qingjue Zong was originally qingjue Zong at that time, and its pulse was more powerful. Qingjue Laozu was to seek the vitality of the clan, but Ziyang's decision was nothing more than self destruction."

"Do you think so?" Nie Chen took a deep breath and closed his eyes, "well, tell me, why didn't you betray us at the beginning, but waited for the end, after all the disasters, to bring us great harm?"

"I am the undercover of qingjuezong in Ziyang. Ziyang treats me well, but I never forget my undercover identity. My last betrayal is just to make clear all the details of you, so as to eliminate the roots. " Purple fan toward Nie dust, loud mouth, almost in roaring, "but I did not expect, you and purple wind, or linger, survived."

"I see." Nie Chen suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Zifan. In a moment, Zifan felt a kind of huge pressure and murderous spirit, which made him unable to move and breathe. He said, "you are traitors of Ziyang sect. Today, I will be here to clean up the door."

"Ah, ah..." Zifan breathed heavily, but in an instant, he felt relaxed, because a layer of blue light covered his body. It turned out that the blue light on Qinglian covered him, making him free from the powerful power of Nie Chen.

"Cleaning the door, this is what I want to do. Nie Chen, you and I, from today on, will make a settlement." Qinglian's cold eyes, where she stood, has never spoken, until now, "today, no matter how the result, you and I, will end here."

"Between you and me It's already over. " Nie Chen's eyes were deep. On his right hand, a dark red light flashed out, and a dark red bow appeared in Nie Chen's hands. "However, before you and I fight, I will kill a man first."

The wind chasing bow was once again taken out by Nie Chen just to shoot Zifan. Maybe Zifan's strength is very weak, and he is not qualified to let Nie Chen use his own wind chasing bow and arrow. However, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble and make a quick decision, he should wipe out the traitor as soon as possible. In fact, even if Zifan is today, no matter what reason he gives Nie Chen He must be killed by Nie Chen.

"Sister Lian..." Zifan feels Nie Chen's murderous spirit. He looks at Qinglian standing in front of him. The color of his eyes is very complex, with admiration, respect, hope and request. At the moment of seeing this vision, Nie Chen seems to understand. Maybe what Zifan said before is just a lie, or maybe he is just because of the cold girl in front of him Son, finally chose to betray himself Once upon a time, when he was with Qinglian, he also saw Zifan and looked at the similar eyes of Qinglian.

But these are no longer important. Nie Chen raised his bow and arrow, pulled it open and pointed to Zifan. In a moment, he felt a kind of heart biting feeling. In Zifan's angina pectoris, he felt the fierce oppression, as if to tear his chest and bite his heart.

"You can't kill him with me here!" Qinglian's eyes twinkle. On her right hand, between the flashes of green light, a long blue sword is in her hand. It's qingluan sword. Now qingluan sword is so powerful in Qinglian's hands. Nie Chen has seen it before in the grottoes. It's easy to kill the existence of the elder. But Nie Chen believes that Qinglian can have such a terrible performance with limited cultivation There must be harsh conditions."Is it?" Nie Chen showed a trace of sneer. His cold and fierce eyes only looked at Zifan, who was helpless. In his eyes, there was oppression and doubt What Nie Chen got was jealousy and hatred

"Why, why? I don't accept Why can you be stronger than me when you are picked up on the way, and the master even takes you as a father I don't accept it. Even the people I like will only look at you in the eye... " All of a sudden, when it comes to beautiful girl, he can only look up to me, not to look up at me

"Do you mean it?" Qinglian stood in front of him, with no expression on her face. The purple fan's heart rending voice could not touch the strings in her heart. "I don't like the way you look, and I don't like to hear such words."

Qinglian's hardness and indifference made Zifan's face completely dim. He said with a low expression: "I understand that even if we are enemies with him, the war with him is still far more important than my existence But I don't want to die, and I don't want you to die because of this traitor... "

"I will never die, nor will you And this traitor, today, will die here. " Qinglian's words were cold, looking at Nie Chen, without any emotional color, "there is too much hatred between you and me. Today, we can finally calculate clearly."

"Well, let me kill this traitor first." Nie Chen's eyes are very sharp. His hands open the bow and arrow in his hand. Zifan's strength has not reached the small level of recognition. Killing such existence with a wind chasing bow can't consume Nie Chen's strength. The blood he needs to sacrifice to kill Zifan is not worth mentioning for Nie Chen.

"Hum!" The sound of a bow and arrow string rings, and an arrow that has absorbed countless blood colored soul Shadows flashes a red light and shoots at Zifan. Its speed is very fast, but it is silent, just like a ghost taking a life.

"No way!" With a wave of Qinglian's right hand, a blue sword Qi spreads out, like a ripple, but it passes by the bed with the red arrows shot by Nie Chen

"It's really such a magic weapon. It seems that there is not only one treasure in the world of the melting pot." Qinglian's eyes twinkled, and a purple fog shrouded holy tripod appeared and instantly blocked Zifan's face; sonorous, the dark red arrow was broken, and was blocked; the feeling of Zifan's heart disappeared, and he breathed a sigh of relief, but then, the more terrifying and intensive similar feeling bit his heart.

Buzz, buzz

The next scene was too terrible. Nie Chen pulled out dozens of arrows in an instant and shot them from different directions. It was like a rain of dark red arrows, shooting toward Zifan.

"No, no..." Facing the dark red sword rain all over the sky, Zifan's fear reached the extreme. He yelled and retreated step by step. However, the purgatory cauldron magnified in an instant and fell from the sky. He even directly put Zifan in it. The clanging sound was constant. The red arrows of that branch were constantly broken and failed to shoot Zifan.

"Stop it!" Qinglian drinks, holding qingluan's sword. A sword rushes toward Nie dust. The blue light is surging and the void vibrates. However, Nie Chen's right hand swings. He tears a crack in the demon world before his eyes, enters it, and then disappears. The light of qingluan's sword, even though it is terrible, is indeed flying in the air.