Chapter 1797 Fight

Chen Xuan smiled evilly, as cold and arrogant as a ghost, with murderous intent in his eyes.

"Snow Mountain Sect? Humph!"

Chen Xuan snorted coldly, and the head of the python transformed from the green flame on his left palm seemed to open its bloody mouth and approached the man with purple patterns.

Bang...

The man with purple patterns rushed towards Chen Xuan's left palm like a leopard pouncing on its prey.

The fist of the right fist seemed to explode like the collapse of mountains, stirring up thousands of layers of strong wind, and collided with the green flame on Chen Xuan's left palm.

The man with purple patterns became ferocious and roared.

"Extremely arrogant!"

The white robe of the man with purple patterns shone brightly under the scorching sun, and Chen Xuan's murderous aura was like ice that had not been broken for thousands of years without any temperature.

"Die!"

The man with purple patterns hit the giant mountain with his right fist, and the giant mountain flew towards Chen Xuan like a hydrangea thrown by an unmarried bride in front of the attic.

Humph!

"Break it!"

Chen Xuan's fierce voice was like a surging wave, layered and invading the barrier.

The green flame in Chen Xuan's left palm turned into a giant python, and directly grabbed the flying giant mountain. The giant mountain was like a ball of earth that was forced to stop in the void by Chen Xuan, and it was in a stalemate with Chen Xuan.

Bang...

Suddenly, Chen Xuan's figure swam like a dragon in the sea, flying with the wind, quickly circled behind the giant mountain and gently pushed...

The giant mountain fell to the ground under the barrier like a meteorite, and the giant mountain exploded in an instant.

Countless earth, rocks and mud surged directly into half of the void, forming a vortex of hundreds of feet, raising black smoke that covered the light blue sky.

"Boy, you're looking for death!"

The man with purple patterns saw that Chen Xuan dared to resist, and his cold killing intent once again overflowed. His eyes narrowed and cold light flashed, and his left fist seemed to have ignited a surging fighting spirit.

"Die for me!"

The man with purple patterns jumped towards Chen Xuan like a tiger out of the abyss...

The fists of his hands seemed to be nine thunders, and wherever they passed, there were clouds, smoke and flying dust.

Hmph!

Chen Xuan snorted coldly, and jumped up with a blazing green flame on his left palm, as if the magma of six volcanoes erupted and burst together.

Where the green flame passed, the giant trees were burned to ashes, and the earth, rocks, and tiles sizzled again, as if they were roasted by magma.

"Do you remember Helan Yu'er?"

Chen Xuan was like an evil ghost resurrected from the underworld, and at this time there was only hatred and anger in his heart.

Not enough, this is far from enough...

The fire of hatred in Chen Xuan's heart was enough to burn this piece of void to ashes!

One minion is far from enough to calm Chen Xuan's heart occupied by the bloodthirsty demon!

"Helan Yu'er and Helan Heng's traitors? What's your relationship with them?"

The man with purple patterns asked loudly, the coldness in his eyes comparable to the North Sea...

"Humph! It seems that you also know about this! Then don't blame me for making you die a miserable death! Hahaha..."

Chen Xuan laughed in anger, and his charming smile looked as terrifying as the Hades in hell, and the cold light was directly facing the man with purple patterns.

"Arrogant!"

The man with purple patterns glared at Chen Xuan and cursed.

Wherever the fists passed, the towering trees were broken in half and fell to the ground like a giant dragon.

Chen Xuan's blue flames were blades, and his left palm was full of extremely creepy blue flames, sizzling in the air.

Boom boom boom...

The fists of the man with purple patterns were like two huge hammers and came towards Chen Xuan.

Chen Xuan's figure moved again, like a dancing snake, dodging.

The two huge hammers smashed the mountaintop behind Chen Xuan!

Bang...

The mountaintop collapsed crazily, as if a huge earthquake had arrived in an instant, and the splashing of earth and rocks buried all the creatures in the battle barrier.

"Hmph! Die!"

Chen Xuan roared loudly, and the green blade fell suddenly like a chopping board chopping meat.

Boom!

The man with purple patterns returned his fist to block, and the fist intent like a gust of wind collided with Chen Xuan's scorching green flame.

Bang...

The right fist was no match for the scorching green flame, and was pushed away by Chen Xuan's palm. The man with purple patterns leaned back and fell.

Hmm?

The man with purple patterns was in a bad mood. This boy's fire palm training was extremely abnormal. If it continued like this, I'm afraid it would be hard to tell who would win!

The young man with blue patterns saw that his master was fighting from the lower peak, and his eyes were even more mischievous, and his heart suddenly tightened...

This wild boy is only a sixth-level Taoist master, why is he so perverted?

The skill is just the Fire Refining Palm, how could it be...

My senior brother is a Taoist master of the eighth level, and there is no one who can match him even among the younger generation of the Snow Mountain Sect.

But he is the first general under Lord Jiang He!

Run away!

This is the first thought of the man with purple patterns...

"Hmph! I, Yu Gui, will come to ask for advice someday!"

Yu Gui shouted fiercely, with a little more panic in his eyes and less rebelliousness.

"Senior Brother Yu Gui!"

The man with blue patterns turned pale, he had never encountered such a life-threatening situation, and howled miserably.

"Yu Er! Break the jade slip with the blood of the middle finger!"

Yu Gui's panicked eyes suddenly became a little cold, and then a hint of ecstasy flashed in his eyes.

I almost forgot that there is a jade slip. As long as I tell Lord Jiang He about the danger here, he will be there in an instant.

Is there still a way for this country boy to survive?

But Lord Jiang He might blame me...

Wait! This guy just knew Helan Yuer, this is easy to deal with!

As Yu Gui fled behind him, he began to think in an orderly manner, just like a profiteer who was calculating his own plans at the moment...

Since this guy knew Helan Yuer, he could attribute this matter to the great merit of catching the rebels, and Lord Jiang He might be rewarded by the leader...

And I might also get a share, even if I am treated as a beggar and get a few meat bones...

When Yu Gui thought of this, the greed in his eyes became more intense.

Bang...

Suddenly, Zi Yi flew up, like a fairy in the painting, and the light steps came behind Yu Er in almost the blink of an eye, and a palm went down...

Hmm?

Chen Xuan had not expected Zi Yi to be so decisive. Her beautiful face even had a charming smile on it. She killed Yu Gui's life-saving talisman just like that...

"Waste!"

Yu Gui cursed.

"Then go to hell!"

Yu Gui roared. Suddenly, his right fist shone with golden light. The fist seemed to turn into a wind blade and smashed towards Yu Er.

Poor Yu Er was like a flying goose caught in a tornado. He was quickly surrounded by wind blades and soon hacked to death by the wind blades...

And the jade slip naturally did not fall into the hands of Chen Xuan and Zi Yi. Otherwise, even if Yu Gui escaped back, he would still die.

But now that the jade slip and Yu Er are dead, just blame him...

He is also the best general under Lord Jiang He, so he should be fine!

"Want to escape?"

Chen Xuan's smile was grim. The green flame illuminated half of his face, as terrible as the revenge of the god of death.

"Don't push your luck!"

Yu Gui saw Chen Xuan chasing him like a dragon out of the sea, and his heart suddenly jumped...

"Hmph!"

Chen Xuan snorted coldly, his face full of cold murderous intent and bloodthirsty hatred.

"Everyone in the Snow Mountain Sect must die!"

Chen Xuan shouted, and the sound seemed to be a long-repressed nine-thunder thunder!

Even the outer sky and the loess earth trembled at Chen Xuan's fierce voice.

Crackling...

Chen Xuan suddenly moved like a coiled dragon, and the blue flame light became more and more fierce, and the air exploded wherever it passed!

Boom boom boom...

In an instant, Chen Xuan smashed three blue flames towards Yu Gui, all of which seemed as hot as the magma of two volcanoes.

Bang bang bang...

Yu Gui looked at the blue flames flying towards him, and his fists swung up like lightning.

As each green flame exploded, it was like thousands of fireballs exploding at the same time. The scorching flames seemed to be a cunning snake clamping Yu Gui's white robe.

Hiss...

Yu Gui tore the white robe of the eighth-level Taoist master of the Snow Mountain Sect, which symbolized his highest honor, in a miserable state!

Then he fled forward!

Chen Xuan smiled coldly, and that smile was like ice in the coldest days of winter, and the cold light of ice and snow came.

"Die!"

Chen Xuan roared coldly, and his murderous eyes were flooded with sharp coldness.

Chen Xuan's figure shuttled again, like a monkey trying to catch the moon, and the green flame turned into a palm and grabbed Yu Gui's white robe of the Snow Mountain Sect.

Hum!

"If you like the white robe so much, I'll give it to you!"

At this time, Yu Gui seemed like a mouse holding his head and running around, not asking for any dignity but only asking to survive!

Chen Xuan was simply a demon, and this murderous intention was too terrible!

Even though Yu Gui's hands were covered in blood, seeing Chen Xuan's bloodthirsty hatred and fierce murderous intent, his heart was as terrible as if a time bomb had been pressed.

The white robe that symbolized noble status was thrown into the air by Yu Gui like garbage!

Hehe...

Chen Xuan laughed evilly. If the morning sun was not still hanging in the sky, Yu Gui would definitely suspect that the one behind him was a ghost, right?

At this time, Xia Shan seemed like a sick chicken whose head was about to be chopped off. His eyes were dim and he no longer looked like a modest gentleman.

However, he would occasionally flash a hint of sinisterness in his dim color, as if he was planning something.

His left hand gently moved the storage ring issued by the Qinghu Sect, as if he was looking for something.

And from time to time, a hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes, and the look he gave Zi Yi was full of terrible murderous intent.

Zi Yi was even more contemptuous of his childhood sweetheart brother at this time.

He seemed as lowly as a pig or a dog. One more look at Zi Yi's pale face made his black eyes feel disgusted...

It was this kind of look that made Xia Shan's mischievous eyes look even more ruthless and decisive...