Chapter 1670 Just Ants

"Have you made your choice?"

Song Yan looked at Xue Linger and asked in a calm tone.

Hearing this, Xue Ling'er was heartbroken and shouted sternly: "Kill me if you can, you traitor to the human race!"

"Okay, I'll make it happen for you!"

Song Yan smiled, raised his hand and pointed a finger towards Xue Linger's eyebrows.

Suddenly, Xue Linger's pupils shrank, a look of horror appeared on her face, and at the same time, she felt even more regretful.

Just then, a voice sounded: "Stop!"

At the same time, a figure rushed into Yuntian Palace with a whooshing sound, came to Song Yan's back and slapped his vest.

"You bastard, you should sneak attack my boss and die!"

Liu Long was furious and swung his fist at the figure. However, as soon as he swung his fist, the figure flew out and landed outside Yuntian Palace. He spat out a mouthful of blood with a loud sound, and his whole body was filled with blood. Then I felt tired.

Looking at Xue Linger again, there was a bloody hole between her eyebrows. The vitality in her body was fading at an extremely fast speed. In an instant, she turned into a corpse and fell to the ground.

"Ahem!"

While coughing up blood, Jian Chen stood up from the ground, stared at Song Yan in Yuntian Palace, and said coldly: "Why did you kill Xue Ling'er?"

Jian Chen, ranked first on the young dragon list, came from Longjian Villa and is the contemporary swordsman of Longjian Villa. He has a close personal relationship with Xue Linger. He just came to the imperial capital today and accepted Xue Linger's invitation. Come to Yuntian Palace for a banquet.

Unexpectedly, he saw his friend in crisis as soon as he arrived, so he took action without hesitation.

What he didn't expect was that the opponent was too strong. Not only could he not save Xue Ling'er, but he was seriously injured by the opponent.

"I'm happy!"

Song Yan shrugged disapprovingly.

"very good!"

Jian Chen nodded slowly, and then with a sword cry that sounded like a dragon's roar, a two-meter-long snow-white divine sword appeared in his hand.

"This is the Snow Dragon Sword! One of the three divine swords of Longjian Villa!"

In Yuntian Palace, a genius exclaimed.

"Could he be Jian Chen who is number one on the young dragon list?" Another genius shouted excitedly.

Although Jian Chen ranks first on the list of young dragons, he is very low-key. In addition, Longjian Villa is located in the far north of the Central Territory, so not many people have seen his true appearance.

"It is said that Jianchen's swordsmanship is amazing, and his swordsmanship has reached the point where the world is astonishing and the ghosts and gods are weeping. Now that he has the Snow Dragon Sword in his hand, it will be even more powerful. I wonder if he can kill Chu Fan to avenge Xue Ling'er. !”

A genius whispered.

Hearing this, the faces of the dozen men and women who accompanied Xue Linger became a little more hopeful.

"Jian Chen, please give me your advice!"

Jian Chen slowly raised the Snow Dragon Sword, and at the same time activated the secret method to temporarily suppress the injuries in his body, and shouted to Song Yan.

"So you are Jian Chen who is on the young dragon list, and I am Chu Fan!"

Song Yan showed a look of surprise, he had also heard the other party's name.

"It turns out that your Excellency is Chu Fan. Today, I will avenge Xue Linger and kill you, a human traitor!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jian Chen turned into a bright sword light and slashed towards Song Yan at lightning speed. The moment he drew his sword, the area within ten miles turned into ice and snow, and a large number of snowflakes fell from the sky. It was sad and beautiful. .

"Ding!"

Song Yan flicked his finger, and with a crisp sound, Jian Chen and his sword were ejected and fell outside Yuntian Palace again.

Seeing this scene, the expressions of those talented people who had high hopes suddenly froze: How is that possible? How could that Chu Fan be so powerful!

"Wow!"

Jian Chen, who barely managed to stabilize his body, spat out a mouthful of blood again, and his expression changed rapidly several times. In the end, he still managed to suppress the injuries in his body.

"Come again!"

With a loud shout, Jian Chen came at him again with his sword. The snowflakes in the sky were also affected by the power of his sword and fell faster...

"Ding!"

Jian Chen was once again flicked away by Song Yan.

"It's only three things. If you dare to take action again, I will kill you!" Song Yan looked at the pale Jian Chen and said calmly.

This Jianchen is worthy of being number one on the young dragon list. He is quite strong. Even Liu Long is half a step behind him. He can definitely compete with the kings of geniuses from all races. Unfortunately, he met Song Yan. It is destined to fail here.

Hearing this, Jian Chen's expression changed a few times again, and the blood in his mouth continued to seep out from between his teeth. He spoke again: "I learned swordsmanship when I was three years old, and condensed the sword heart when I was eight years old. After I turned sixteen, I became one year younger. There was no one in my generation who could rival me. After the age of twenty, I won the first place in the Young Dragon Ranking. From then on, there was no one in the human race who could compete with me. So, I stayed in seclusion for three years and practiced hard on the sword. One month ago, he won the sword The Dharma has been perfected, and I wonder if I can compete with the king of geniuses from all races. In my life, I have experienced thousands of battles, and tens of thousands of warriors have died under my sword. I have been on the verge of death many times, but I have never flinched, because, My swordsmanship goes forward bravely, if I retreat today, my swordsmanship will be useless, so even if the person standing in front of me is a god, I, Jianchen, will still dare to swing my sword at him and die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jian Chen merged with the Snow Dragon Sword in his hand again, turning into a sword light that was extremely bright and beautiful, but could not feel the slightest killing intent and slashed towards Song Yan.

"In that case, I will help you!"

Looking at the flying sword light, Song Yan slowly raised his right hand to shoot.

"boom!"

"Crack!"

The sword light shattered, and a figure fell out, falling heavily to the ground of Yuntian Palace. In the blink of an eye, all life was lost, and he turned into a corpse.

"Jian Chen is dead!"

"hehe!"

Seeing this scene, the geniuses in Yuntian Palace almost became dull. Looking at Song Yan's back, in addition to fear, there was also a hint of awe in their eyes.

On that day, the news that Jian Chen, who was number one on the young dragon list, entered the imperial capital and was defeated at the hands of the human traitor Chu Fan spread quickly in the imperial capital.

For a moment, the geniuses of the human race felt that the sky had turned gray.

The word Chu Fan was like a big mountain, weighing heavily on their hearts, making them almost breathless. At the same time, countless talented people who had slandered Song Yan quietly left the imperial capital.

True Dragon Pavilion, this is the stronghold established by the True Dragon Clan in the imperial capital.

The True Dragon Clan has not yet established a nation, and the leader who leads the True Dragon Clan is called the Dragon Ancestor. Although the Dragon Ancestor has not yet become a god, his strength is comparable to that of a high-level god.

Even five thousand years ago, he personally killed a high-level god.

Ao Tian is the heir to the Dragon Ancestor of the True Dragon Clan and is called the Holy Son.

"Holy Son, do you want to know Chu Fan?"

A true dragon warrior stood respectfully in front of a young man in green robe and asked.

"This holy son came to the human race to create the heavenly monument. Don't bother with these trivial matters!" Ao Tian said calmly.

The true dragon warrior said with some reluctance: "But some people have already compared Chu Fan with you. How can a humble human race compare to you, the Holy Son? Why don't the Holy Son kill him so that the world will know about it? You are the strongest king of genius!"

Ao Tian glanced at the other party, with a touch of disdain on the corner of his mouth: "Why bother with a slightly stronger ant!"

He had slaughtered gods, and his current strength was comparable to that of an intermediate god. How could he take a human race's genius so seriously?