The Pinnacle of Martial Arts Cultivation

"That piggy, roll over to Laozi!"

Seeing Chen Fan walking out holding a jug of wine, a Zhinu slave immediately spoke, but he didn't care about Chen Fan's appearance. It seems that in the eyes of the Zhinu people, the so-called "human pigs" are long. The same.

Chen Fan pursed the corners of his mouth, walking awkwardly or slowly, walked to the side of the bonfire and directly opened the seal of the wine jar.

"Chen personally pours wine for you, you can die well!" Chen Fan thought in his heart.

He first poured a bowl for the Jinnu clan who had called him before, and then walked directly to Hattu Road.

With so many people present, if one person pours a bowl of wine, his poison is not enough, good steel, but it needs to be used on the blade.

"Wait!"

Just as Chen Fan was about to pour the poisoned wine into Hatulu Road in the middle of the night, the other party suddenly said: "How do I see you a little strange?"

As soon as this statement came out, the temperature dropped sharply!

Chen Fan's pupils were already flashing cold, and he was thinking about whether to suddenly start his hands.

While he was pondering, another Zhinu said: "Human pigs are not all the same, boss, you are not drinking too much, right."

As soon as this remark came out, the Zhinu tribe immediately laughed. Hatul no longer paid attention to Chen Fan’s problems. He let his empty bowl be filled, and then he raised his neck. Poisoned alcohol!

Seeing this, Chen Fan slowly put the wine jar on the ground, and then suddenly violent!

He smashed the throat of the closest slave to him!

"Crack!"

A crisp sound resounded through the audience, and everyone was stunned in an instant.

Then they were all ready for battle in a short period of time, and everyone actually drew a scimitar from their back waist!

"What a pig, you dare to rebel against us, you will sacrifice the flag today!"

The slave who also drank the poisonous wine drank violently, swung a scimitar, and attacked Chen Fan.

But at the same time, his movements stopped suddenly.

His face turned red in an instant, screams screamed in his throat and began to roll to the end.

In an instant, this person turned into a mass of pus and blood, even Chen Fan didn't expect Wu Youde's poison to be so strong!

At the same time, Hatulu was also bitten by the poison. Although he was not the same as the slave who turned into pus and blood, there was still a trace of blood leaking from the corner of his mouth, and he was obviously seriously injured.

Seeing this situation, all the Sun slaves were shocked, and there was a hint of panic in their movements, which was equivalent to giving Chen Fan a chance.

Once again, he locked in a slave next to him, and suddenly shot!

"boom!"

The sound of the sonic boom reverberated, and the entire body of the hit Jin slave suddenly burst, blood and visceral meat sprayed all over Chen Fan!

And with the help of a single blow, he retreated outside the encirclement circle, turned his hand over, and the cold light sword appeared in his hand!

"Chen came here today, waiting for your head!"

When the words fell, Chen Fan immediately joined the battle, facing more than 20 Zhinu martial arts masters, and at the same time, there were supervising workers who were constantly reinforcements.

The battle broke out abruptly, Chen Fan mobilized all his Lingling Power, holding a cold light sword in his left hand and a black light dagger in his right hand.

At every shot, at least two people had their heads cut off or their bodies exploded.

It can be said that he used the most cruel way of killing in this world to carry out torture!

It is also because of this that, in this constant battle, Chen Fan has a better understanding of the Sunnu tribe.

What Zhuge Yun said before is true. The Zhinu people do not need spiritual stones to assist in their cultivation because they have something better for them.

That's... evil spirit!