“Swish!”
A flash of brilliance!
The folding fan Xiaoxiang Mengying appeared in his hand.
"roll!"
Ye Chen shouted coldly, and the Xiaoxiang Mengying in his hand suddenly unfolded and swept forward.
“Puff!”
A fan shadow rippled like water waves, and instantly twisted the several monks in the front into a blood mist.
Not even a scream could be uttered.
With just one move, he instantly killed seven or eight monks of the same level.
"hiss!"
This horrifying scene made the monks following behind gasp in shock and suddenly freeze in mid-air, not daring to move forward at all.
They swallowed subconsciously and looked at Ye Chen as if they were looking at a killing god from hell!
Too strong! This is not the strength that Xuxian Realm should have!
Some less courageous monks have already begun to think of retreating.
Their bodies trembled slightly, and they began to retreat silently, trying to get away from this evil star.
Although the holy weapon is good, you have to be alive to get it!
This middle-aged man is definitely a ruthless character who pretends to be a pig but eats the tiger!
But there are still some monks whose greed clearly overcomes reason.
After a brief moment of fear, he looked at the folding fan in Ye Chen's hand with even more fiery eyes.
That fan is a top-level immortal weapon second only to the imperial weapon.
"He must have used some secret technique! He's at the end of his rope!"
"Right! He can't stay this strong forever! Kill him, and both the sacred artifact and this fan will be ours!"
"Come together! He's alone!"
More than a dozen monks who were blinded by greed encouraged each other, roared, and rushed towards Ye Chen again from different directions.
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