Chapter 1676

"Have you made a choice?"

Song Yan looks at Xue ling'er and asks in a gentle voice.

Smell speech, snow Ling son a horizontal heart, bellow loudly: "you this human race traitor has ability to kill me!"

"Well, I'll do it!"

Song Yan smiled, raised his hand and pointed to Xue ling'er's eyebrow.

Suddenly, Xue ling'er's pupil shrank, and her face suddenly appeared frightened. At the same time, she had some regrets in her heart.

Just then, a voice rang out: "stop!"

At the same time, a person's shadow swished into Yuntian palace and came to song Yan's back and clapped his vest.

"Bastard, it's time to sneak on my boss, and die!"

Liu long was so angry that he threw his fist at the figure. However, as soon as he did, the figure flew backwards and fell outside the cloud palace. He let out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person was upset.

Look at xueling'er again. There is a blood hole in the center of her eyebrow. Her vitality is fading away at a very fast speed. In an instant, it turns into a corpse and falls to the ground.

"Cough!"

While coughing up blood, Jianchen stood up from the ground and stared at Song Yan in Yuntian palace. He said coldly, "why do you want to kill xueling'er?"

Jianchen, who comes from Longjian mountain villa and is the contemporary sword son of Longjian mountain villa, has a close personal relationship with xueling'er. He just came to the imperial capital today and accepted xueling'er's invitation to come to Yuntian palace for dinner.

I didn't expect to see my friend in crisis as soon as I arrived, so I made a move without hesitation.

What he didn't expect was that the strength of the other side was too strong. Instead of saving xueling'er, he was seriously injured by the other side.

"I'm happy!"

Song Yan shrugs.

"Very good!"

Jianchen nodded slowly, then accompanied by a sound like a dragon singing sword. He had a snow-white magic sword with a length of two meters.

"This is the snow dragon sword! One of the three magic swords of Longjian villa! "

In the cloud heaven palace, a Tianjiao exclaimed.

"Is he the first sword Chen in the young dragon list?" Cried another Tianjiao excitedly.

Although Jianchen ranks first in the young dragon list, he is very low-key. In addition, Longjian villa is located in the far north of the central region, so not many people have seen his real appearance.

"It's said that the sword Chen sword technique startles the gods. The whole sword technique has reached the point of frightening the heaven and the earth and weeping the ghosts and gods. Now, the snow dragon sword in the hand must be more powerful. I don't know if he can kill that Chu fan to avenge the snow spirit son!"

One Tianjiao whispered.

Smell speech, the ten men and women Tianjiao faces that accompany Xue ling'er have more expectations.

"Jianchen, please give me some advice!"

Jianchen slowly raised the snow dragon sword and urged the secret method to temporarily reduce the injury in his body. He shouted to song Yan.

"So you are the sword Chen in the list of young dragons. I am Chu fan!"

Song Yan showed a sudden color, he also heard the other party's name.

"It turns out that you are Chu fan. Today, I will avenge xueling'er and kill you, the traitor of the human race!"

As soon as the voice falls, the sword Chen turns into a bright sword light, and cuts at Song Yan with lightning speed. At the moment when he leaves the sword, it turns into ice and snow within ten miles. A large number of snowflakes fall from the sky. It's sad and beautiful.

"Ding!"

Song Yan flexed his fingers and with a crisp sound, Jian Chen was able to fly with his sword and fell out of the cloud palace again.

Seeing this scene, those expectations of Tianjiao people suddenly look stagnant: how can it be? How powerful Chu fan is!

"Wow!"

Jian Chen, barely holding his figure, spits out a mouthful of blood again, and his face changes rapidly. Finally, he barely covers his body.

"Come again!"

A burst of drink, sword Chen once again with the sword to kill, the snowflakes in the sky are also affected by his sword potential, accelerating the falling

"Ding!"

Jianchen is once again shot by song Yanyi.

"No more than three, if you dare to fight again, I will kill you!" Song Yan looks at the pale sword Chen.

This sword Chen is worthy of the first place in the young dragon list. He has a strong strength. Even though Liu long is half a chip inferior to him, he can compete with the king of Tianjiao of all ethnic groups. Unfortunately, he met song Yan and was doomed to be defeated here.

Hearing this, Jianchen's face changed a few times again, and the blood in his mouth continued to seep out of his teeth. He said again: "I learned sword when I was three years old, condensed the heart of sword when I was eight years old. When I was sixteen years old, the younger generation had no match for me. When I was twenty years old, I won the first place in the young dragon list. Since then, there is no one in the world who can compete with me. So, I closed my door for three years and practiced swordsmanship hard. In January In my life, I have experienced thousands of battles. Tens of thousands of people have died under my sword. Many times, I have been on the verge of death. But I have never retreated, because if I retreat today, my sword heart will be abandoned. So even if I stand in front of a God, I dare to be a sword Chen Wave a sword at him, and die! "As soon as the voice fell, Jianchen and the Xuelong sword in his hand were integrated again, and turned into a brilliant and beautiful sword. However, he could not feel the sword light cutting towards song Yan.

"In that case, I will complete you!"

Looking at the sword light, song Yan slowly raised his right hand and patted it out.

"Boom!"

"Click!"

The sword light is broken, and a person's shadow falls out. He falls heavily on the ground of Yuntian palace. When he breathes, he becomes a corpse.

"Sword Chen is dead!"

"Ha ha!"

Seeing this scene, Tianjiao people in Yuntian palace almost become dull. Looking at the back of song Yan, they have more awe in their eyes than fear.

On the same day, the news that Jianchen, the first one in the young dragon list, was defeated by the traitor Chu Fanzhi, spread quickly in the imperial capital.

For a while, Tianjiao of the human race felt that the sky became gray.

And Chu fan is more like a mountain, which is heavily pressed on their hearts, making them almost breathless. At the same time, countless Tianjiao who blacked song inkstone left the imperial capital quietly.

Zhenlong Pavilion, this is the stronghold of Zhenlong people in the imperial capital.

The true dragon has not established a state. The leader of the true dragon is called the Dragon ancestor. Although the Dragon ancestor has not become a God, its strength is comparable to that of the advanced gods.

Even five thousand years ago, he personally killed a high-level God.

Aotian is the successor of the Dragon ancestor of the true dragon people, and is called the son of God.

"Son of God, would you like to meet Chu fan?"

A true dragon warrior stood respectfully in front of a young man in green robe and asked.

"The son of God came to the people's clan to make the stele of heaven, and these chores need not be paid attention to!" Ao Tian said lightly.

The true dragon warrior said unwillingly, "but someone has compared that Chu fan with you. How can a humble human race compare with the son of God? It's better for the son of God to kill him so that the world can know that you are the most powerful king of Tianjiao!"

Ao Tian glanced at each other and drew a faint disdain on the corner of his mouth: "a little bit stronger ant, why bother!"

He has killed gods, and now his strength is comparable to that of the intermediate gods. How can he take pride in his family.

[author's extraneous remarks]: second, thanks for the reward of [light hearted and light hearted]