Chapter 1800 - your enemy

Immemorial Sword Venerable Chapter 1800 your enemy

But, they shouldn’t have, shouldn’t have touched Fang Chen’s disciple.

On the deserted island, Luo Liuli gently caressed Tianxin’s head.

Bi Qingqing and the Princess Xin nodded, but did not speak.

“Kowtow to you?”

Fang Chen waved his hand, causing a dense array aura to instantly spread out.

Ka-cha …

At this moment, the originally unbreakable formation shattered like glass.

“Even the dignified second disciple of the Southern Tomb Sword Palace, Luo Tiandu, would be scared?” Fang Chen sneered.

He could see the fear in Luo Tiandu’s eyes as he walked step by step towards the latter, his aura forcing him to do so.

“Have you decided how you’re going to die?” Fang Chen asked softly.

Luo Tian still placed his hopes on Junior Brother.

However, this Saint rank array master was too busy to take care of itself.

Fang Chen took out his Star-Hidden Sword s and placed the tip of the sword in front of Luo Tian Du.

Plop!

Luo Tian directly knelt on the ground and begged, “Your excellency, you won’t lower yourself to the level of a small figure like me. Please let me go.”

“Let you go?”

If not for the fact that Luo Tian escaped previously, there wouldn’t have been such a problem.

In addition, these people were vicious, and they couldn’t leave any traces for future troubles.

With a “puchi”, the Star-Hidden Sword pierced the head of Luo Tiandu, causing his primordial spirit to shatter and his life force to disappear.

Then, Fang Chen took care of the Saint rank array master that was cracking his own array.

“I wonder who that mysterious woman is?”

Weng! *

Seeing that a terrifying attack was about to land on Xingyue, the latter suddenly opened her eyes.

“I didn’t get it.” Xingyue said calmly.

The eldest senior brother sneered and used the most overbearing Swordsmanship against Xingyue.

Suddenly, he felt the fluctuations of battle.

At this moment, a deafening sound echoed.

Immediately after, two figures retreated separately.

“Yue Er.”

“Why are you here?” Fang Chen asked curiously.

“Chenge.”

Xingyue nodded, but her gaze was still on her opponent.

Fang Chen and Xing Yue stood shoulder to shoulder, and turned to look at eldest senior brother.

“If my guess is correct, you should be the head disciple of the Southern Tomb Sword Palace?” Fang Chen asked.

“And who are you?” The Eldest Senior Brother said.