Chapter 737: Cutting the Scorching Sun

"Crack!"

The countless ruins of Tianyu City were all broken under the impact of this force.

Two figures flew out at the same time.

Both Chu Fengmian and Na Pan took three steps back to stabilize their bodies.

"It seems that there are still some characters among the seven major sects."

After a draw, Chu Fengmian looked at Senior Brother Pan and muttered to himself.

Since he passed through the catastrophe of life and death, his strength has skyrocketed, but he has not encountered an opponent along the way.

Now this senior brother can be regarded as the first enemy that is enough for Chu Fengmian to use all his strength.

With the strength of the senior brother in front of me, he could kill anyone like Ye Tianjun, Cold-faced Demon Lord and others in an instant.

The foundation of the seven major sects is indeed very strong. Except for Chu Fengmian, only among the seven major sects can such a genius appear.

There was a bit of fierceness in Chu Fengmian's eyes.

However, among geniuses, now that Chu Fengmian has been provoked, he is just a dead person.

Even if this senior brother was ten times stronger, he would still die today.

"kindness?"

At the same time, Senior Brother Pan's eyes were also looking at Chu Fengmian, and there seemed to be a slight surprise in his eyes.

Some people didn't expect that someone could resist his palm.

Ordinary warriors, even holding spiritual weapons, would be unable to block his palm. Only disciples of the same seven sects, and the best among the disciples of the seven sects, could resist.

But if this is the case, it can be resisted with bare hands.

Among the nine realms, this has never happened before among the younger generation.

"Boy, you are very strong. I am unwilling to kill you. Now you kneel on the ground and kowtow to me. I can spare your life. Otherwise, you will die in Guixu Heaven today."

Senior Brother Pan looked at Chu Fengmian and said coldly.

"Although your strength is good, neither your sword skills nor your body can be my opponent. If you don't surrender, you will die today!"

Senior Brother Pan spoke with no emotion in his words, but his whole person exuded a condescending aura, and his eyes were like looking at an ant.

As long as this ant is disobedient, it can be trampled to death.

"The strength is not strong, but the tone is not small."

Chu Fengmian said calmly.

"I can give this sentence to you, but even if you, the seven major sects, kneel down and beg me for mercy and beg to be my slaves, I will not accept you. You are not qualified. For you , Death is the only destination.”

The arrogance in Chu Fengmian's words was more than twice as high as the arrogance in the words of the senior brother in front of him.

The warriors around him were all stunned when they heard Chu Fengmian's words.

These words were arrogant to the extreme.

Chu Fengmian had just announced that he was going to kill all the disciples of the seven major sects in Guixu Tianzhong.

Now it is said that this senior brother is not even qualified to be his slave.

He has never dared to say such words in front of the seven major sect disciples in the entire nine regions.

"Okay, arrogant enough!"

Senior Brother Pan's face was extremely gloomy, and the killing intent in his words could no longer be concealed.

The word "good" doesn't sound like a compliment at all.

But it's like the word "kill".

The murderous intent was so high that he wanted to cut Chu Fengmian into pieces.

"A little ant dares to provoke us seven major sects like this. Very good. Boy, you deserve to die. I will kill you today and refine your corpse into a spiritual weapon to let everyone know , what will happen if you dare to challenge our seven major sects!”

Senior Brother Pan's body was shining with golden light, and his aura was rising crazily. He was obviously performing the secret technique of the Holy King Sect.

"The Wrath of the Holy King!"

In an instant, the aura of this senior brother reached a certain point and he suddenly took action.

The aura of this senior fellow apprentice and his martial arts turned him into a sun.

His two fists were like two suns, falling from the sky and bombarding Chu Fengmian.

The space is trembling, and the space along the way will be ignited. What is more terrifying than the flames is the power of this punch, which is enough to crush everything.

"All the secret techniques in the Holy King Sect have been used. It seems that this boy has really reached the end of his arrogance."

"Anyone who dares to challenge the seven major sects is already dead, and this kid is too fast."

Seeing Senior Brother Pan take action, many of the warriors watching had already concluded in their hearts that Chu Fengmian was already a dead man.

How to resist this kind of power?

Unless it is beyond the realm of life and death.

Otherwise, any powerful warrior with this kind of power would be crushed directly.

"The Wrath of the Holy King? It's nothing special. You just learned a few superficial things in the Three Holy Kings, and you still dare to show off your power in front of me?"

Chu Fengmian raised his head and looked at Senior Brother Pan's two fists falling down like two huge scorching suns. His expression was as calm as ever.

Just from the palm of Chu Fengmian's hand, a golden light flashed, and the Ancestral Dragon Supreme Sword suddenly appeared in his palm.

This senior brother Pan is the strongest warrior Chu Fengmian has ever encountered in Guixu Tian.

Even when a lion fights a rabbit, he must use all his strength.

This senior brother Pan is indeed qualified to ask Chu Fengmian to use his sword.

"break!"

Chu Fengmian only uttered one word, but the sound of this word spread throughout the entire Guixu Heaven.

With the word "break", the sword in Chu Fengmian's hand moved.

The sword light flashed.

The Zulong Supreme Sword in his hand suddenly moved, soared into the air, and cut out a sword edge.

This sword edge was only seven feet long, and it was almost inconspicuous in the air.

"With such a sword edge, you want to compete with Brother Pan?"

"Ridiculous, I thought this person's swordsmanship could reach a certain level, but it turned out to be just this."

"With such a sword edge, going to compete with Brother Pan, isn't it courting death?"

Looking at the sword light shot by Chu Fengmian, the disciples of the Saint King Sect couldn't help laughing.

In terms of this power alone, the two are simply not on the same level.

Brother Pan's two fists, like two suns, fell from the sky, and this momentum enveloped the entire Guixu Heaven.

But the sword edge slashed by Chu Fengmian was so mediocre.

"Boom!"

The sword tip and Senior Brother Pan's fists collided in mid-air.

In an instant, Chu Fengmian's sword tip was almost swallowed by the scorching sun.

"Hmph, nothing more than that..."

A Saint King Sect disciple said disdainfully when he saw this scene.

But before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly became dull.

I saw that in the air, the two scorching suns were actually cut directly in half by this sword tip.