"Duangu, the cultivator of Shenzhou is trapped?" Wang Fan's eyes flickered when he heard this, thinking in his heart.

He still knew of Duangu, there was a ruined place, and the sword energy was lingering all the year round, which was extremely terrifying.

Some sword cultivators or body refining cultivators like to go there to temper their bodies, or to comprehend the meaning of the sword.

However, because the place is too dangerous, under normal circumstances, few people pass by.

Because of one mistake, he will be killed.

Wang Fan had heard of this place, but he hadn't been there because he didn't have time.

The last time he came to Tianling Plain, in addition to killing people, he was chased and killed. How could he have time to go to a place like Duangu?

What's more, he felt that his sword intent didn't need to be tempered, and his physical body didn't need to be tempered there, so he didn't go there.

However, now, the cultivator of Shenzhou has been forced to the broken valley, which is enough to prove its seriousness.

Wang Fan didn't intend to meddle with these nostalgic affairs, but he thought that the Lord of the Wild Realm seemed to be pretty good. Last time, a cultivator from the Domain Lord's Mansion reminded him about the 100 arrogance of God's Realm chasing him, so he planned to go and have a look. .

As for Zi Huiran and others in front, Wang Fan wanted to kill them, but it was too difficult.

He has been chasing for so long, but he has no chance. It is better to go to the broken valley first.

Maybe you can kill a group of people there and get some resources.

At that time, it will be much easier to kill Zi Huiran and his party after breaking through to the Holy Emperor.

With this thought in mind, Wang Fan quickly made a decision.

He no longer continued to follow Zi Huiran and his party from a distance, but rose into the air and said:

"You're right. I've heard about Broken Valley, so I plan to go and see it. Since we've met, let's go together. The number of people is great."

"Fellow Daoist is really good-natured, let's go, let's kill those foreign barbarians together." The open-mouthed cultivator seemed very happy when he heard Wang Fan's words.

Although he couldn't see through Wang Fan's strength, he could still see the blood on Wang Fan's head.

To be able to have such a rich blood color, and to be able to live so nourishing, without asking, he also knows that Wang Fan is definitely not weak.

It is impossible for the weak to survive so well after killing so many people.

In places like Tianling Plain, there are many lunatics.

Some strong people come here just to kill.

Those people didn't bother to bully the weak at all, they just stared at the strong to kill, and stared at the blood-colored monks to kill.

Only then will they become stronger.

Wang Fan laughed, and while chatting casually with the cultivator, he hurried on his way.

The Tianling Plain was very large, and at their speed, they flew for a full day before they saw the so-called Broken Valley.

Wang Fan glanced at it and found that the canyon in front of him was as if it had been split in half by a sword, with a shocking sword glow in the middle.

Not only that, but across the distance, he felt the terrifying killing intent and the rich blood energy.

Obviously, the killing intent was brought by the strong man who left the sword, and those **** energy indicated that many people died here.

Wang Fan was shocked when he saw the scene in front of him.

He was sure that the one who cut out such a terrifying sword was definitely an extremely powerful being.

Argus, the ruler of the foreign realm, is already strong enough, the woman in white is also strong enough, Duke Qin, the master of the desolate realm, and even Zhao Xueshan and Qin Shuang, are also strong enough.

But Wang Fan felt that these people were nothing in front of the existence who left this sword behind.

This sword is enough to kill any of them, even all of them.

"Such a strong sword intent, what kind of strong person is this left behind? After so many years, the sword intent is still so powerful, how strong should the sword intent be when you just left this sword?"

Wang Fan muttered to himself, he suddenly regretted that he didn't come here earlier, and didn't feel this sword intent earlier.

He has a feeling that if he understands it well, his understanding of kendo will definitely be a little deeper.

On the contrary, it is body quenching, which is of little help to myself.

Because his body refinement is already very strong, far beyond the cultivation base, so it is not very helpful.

The group slowed down and began to approach the broken valley.

Everyone became vigilant, their mental power swept out, and they carefully felt their surroundings.

This is not just a small canyon, but an incomparably huge canyon, I don't know how big it is.

There are not only arrogant and fierce foreign monks inside, but also trapped countless Chinese monks, coupled with the influence of the terrifying sword intent, if you are not careful, you may be killed.

No one wants to joke about their own life, so they all seem to be very vigilant.

Wang Fan is also exploring the four directions, and at the same time, he is constantly introducing those sword intents into his body. While tempering his body with sword intent, he is also comprehending those sword intents.

On the other hand, the others seemed a little heavy.

They just stepped into the Sword Valley, and with a snort, a monk's body was already torn apart.

Fortunately, the other party is also the peak of the Holy Emperor, and he has a shield and armor to protect his body, so that he will not be seriously injured.

But even so, it still made everyone heavier.

"Everyone, be careful, this place is dangerous, and the sword intent is too terrifying. If the foreign monks hide and attack, we will be in trouble."

"Everyone sacrifices magic weapons and resists these sword intents, otherwise we are afraid that we won't even be able to enter the broken valley."

Zoran said.

He was the cultivator who took the initiative to chat with Wang Fan and ask Wang Fan.

These people are vaguely headed by him, and it is obvious that he is the strongest.

The group nodded, and they all held up their shields and magic weapons.

Minor injuries are also injuries. Once there are too many minor injuries, the combat power will also be greatly affected.

Zhuo Ran glanced at Wang Fan again, and found that Wang Fan not only did not use the magic weapon, but also did not even hold up his body protection qi. He was a little surprised, and couldn't help asking, "Could it be that fellow Daoist is a body refining cultivator?"

He was really shocked. These days, there are still not many cultivators.

It is too hard, and many times, they temper their bodies by means of self-mutilation, and few people are willing to take this path.

Wang Fan nodded with a smile: "That's right."

As he said that, he suddenly leaped forward, swept the long stick in his hand, and slammed into a rock wall with a bang.

puff!

With a burst of blood blooming, everyone turned their heads to look, and immediately saw that an exotic monk was directly smashed into flesh.

That guy was hiding in front of them before, and they didn't even notice it at all.

Seeing this scene, everyone was a little scared.

The look in Wang Fan's eyes was completely different.

If Wang Fan didn't make a move, if no one noticed that person, it would still be very troublesome if the other party made a sneak attack.

If one fails, some of them may fall.

"Thank you so much, my fellow Daoist, who deserves to be a strong man. This acumen and cultivation can't be compared with me."

Zhuo Ran sighed and said that he admired Wang Fan even more in his heart.

"Let's go, everyone be careful." Wang Fan smiled and continued to walk forward.