Chen Pan looked murderous and was ready to take action.

"I have seen your human and demonic methods for a long time. If you haven't seen each other for four hundred years, let us brothers see what you have made."

"The Evil Sword Pavilion will teach you the tricks of human demons."

A saint holding a long sword flew out, and there were seventeen saints following behind him, and they were the eighteen brothers of the Evil Sword Pavilion.

Back then, they could call themselves seniors in front of Chen Pan, but now they are the same saints. Moreover, Chen Pan is already at the peak of the saints, and even comes to them.

This is the reality in the world of cultivation. If you have no order of learning, those who are good at it are respected. If you rely on time alone, you cannot become a top-notch person.

They had said they wanted to fight the vanguard in the hall before, but when they saw that the puppet saint was useless, they naturally rushed out.

"We brothers face a group of people with eighteen, and they also face a group of people..."

The boss of the Xie Jian Pavilion said in a deep voice, neither hurry nor slow, but he was interrupted by Chen Pan before he could finish his words.

"Stop talking nonsense. I don't have time to listen to you. Don't talk about eighteen people, even eighteen thousand people, I don't mind. Let's do it."

The words are extremely confident, but in the hearts of everyone, it is an unbearable arrogance.

"Since that's the case, we can't blame us." The elder of the Evil Sword Pavilion thrust out his long sword, and the unparalleled sword energy came out. The other seventeen people also showed their magical powers and came from all directions.

The Eighteen people are not brothers of the same school, nor are they related to blood. They can be regarded as a fateful encounter, and they have formed a Jinlan. The Eighteen people's sword skills are different, but they have developed a very high tacit understanding in their long-term life.

This so-called sword formation is not so much a formation, but rather a cooperation in swordsmanship. Eighteen people each play their strengths, avoid their weaknesses, and make up for the flaws in other people's swordsmanship. The eighteen sword techniques gathered together, just like a shocking sword technique used by one person, which was extremely terrifying.

No wonder they dare to regard themselves as the Evil Sword Pavilion, and the eighteen people joined forces. Although they are still inferior to the Sword Saint, there are very few sword saints in the entire ancient continent that can compare with them. However, this does not include Chen Pan.

"Since I am known as the saint of swordsmanship, I will kill you with swordsmanship!" Chen Pan raised his hand and condensed an ancient long sword in his hand. The sword condensed by the sword's Tao pattern is comparable to the top holy weapon. The aura is terrifying.

Although Chen Pan has understood the sword Tao pattern that is enough to reach the saint realm, he does not know the sword Tao technique. The only thing he can use is to directly attack with the sword energy.

Faced with the joint attack of eighteen people, Chen Pan did not dodge or avoid it, and defended the Dao pattern condensed several large shields to block the attack of seventeen people, and he rushed directly at the remaining one.

Before the man could react, Chen Pan directly smashed his body into the man's sword. Now, Chen Pan's body's strength is unparalleled, but it is extremely rare to compare with it.

The long sword in this man's hand is at the level of a holy weapon. If it were in the hands of the sword saint, Chen Pan would naturally not dare to do so. However, a saint of this level is not worth mentioning at all.

With a crisp sound of "clang", the sword and the body collided, and a large number of sparks appeared, but it made no achievements. Instead, it was knocked open. As soon as the flaw came out, Chen Pan naturally would not let it go, and the sword in his hand slashed directly.

The saint had seen the danger, but had no idea how to avoid it.

"Don't hurt my brother!" One of the eighteen people was fine, and he avoided the big shield in an instant and blocked the long sword in his hand.

Chen Pan smiled contemptuously. The force of the long sword slashed was increasing instead of decreasing.

With a loud "boom", the two long swords collided in the most brutal and primitive way. The huge force directly acted on the sword body. In the blink of an eye, fragments flew and the two long swords of the holy artifact level collapsed directly.

It is not a loss for them to save a brother with a holy weapon, but it’s a pity that they met Chen Pan.

Moreover, even if we only talk about sword energy, Chen Pan can only be slightly stronger than any of them. However, his sword is not a real holy weapon, but a Taoist pattern condensed and inexhaustible, and there is no consumption at all.

The sword shattered, and the fragments contained terrible force. The rescue sword cultivator was bombarded far away by the energy in the fragments and was seriously injured. However, Chen Pan ignored the splashing fragments, and his right hand slashed the posture still remained unchanged. The Taoist pattern transformation technique was activated, and in an instant, another long sword condensed in his hand and slashed directly on the sword cultivator who was locked at the first time.

The monks who practice the sword Taoist pattern are all good at attacks, and their bodies are not strong enough. They often use attack instead of defense when fighting. Now they are struck by the front, and with Chen Pan's huge force, the sword cultivator was split into two pieces without any suspense, and they died instantly, including the soul.

The eighteen swords joined forces to fight out, and one was killed and one injured in an instant, but the target person was unscathed. Everything happened between lightning and flashing, and the time of a breath was over.

Everyone was stunned, and the confidence that had just been ignited began to shake again. Even if no one explained it, these veterans who were mingling in the world of cultivation knew that this was definitely not Chen Pan's real strength.

The other party just used the power of the sword Tao pattern and the bizarre holy weapons to achieve this effect. Most people have seen the battle between the human demon and the Peng demon back then, and knew that the sword Tao pattern was not the other party's strength at all.

If the dragon fist like a true dragon comes to the world, it is like the universe-like Zhoutian Star Fighting Array, and the unparalleled mental attack... and the magical powers of the heavenly phenomena and earth, these are the most terrifying martial arts of humans and demons.

This is the case with the most incompetent sword pattern. What will happen to those terrible martial arts?

"Old Qi!" The boss of the Xie Jian Pavilion cried out in pain, and his anger surged into the sky.

Another sword cultivator rushed to the injured man, helped him up and shouted loudly: "Third Brother, Third Brother, how are you?"

"Don't worry, you will be the next one!" Chen Pan sneered, holding a long sword in his hand and slashed at the few people.

It seems that these eighteen people have a deep relationship. They are not the common name-less swornship in the evil cultivation world, but the real brothers. But this does not allow themselves to let them go. The blood debt of the Northern Wilderness Manyuan must be repaid with blood.

"I'll kill you!" The boss of the Xie Jian Pavilion came out again, and the other people joined forces to kill him.

Eighteen people joined forces, and the offensive was still terrible. Now one died and one injured, only sixteen people were left. The flaws in cooperation were like a smooth road in Chen Pan's eyes.

Chen Panruo walked in and out of the sword energy of the sixteen people in a leisurely manner, and was calm and composed while waving his hands. With his physical defense, these people could not cause any damage at all and were innate and innate.

The blood debt was paid for blood, and there was no sympathy. After a few breaths, another person died under his sword.

"Everyone goes together, and you can't give him another chance!" The puppet saint immediately ordered when he saw that the situation was wrong.

For a moment, everyone's attack rushed over. (To be continued...)

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