The Pinnacle of Martial Arts Cultivation

"You're ahead!" Huo Guang gave orders to Chen Fan again, and his words revealed a sense of irresistibility.

Chen Fan didn't say anything about this. In his opinion, it doesn't make much difference whether you walk in the front or back in this passage.

Stepping into the passage, the rest of the people filed in.

Chen Fan was at the forefront, and four martial arts masters walked behind him. The last position was naturally left to the other four half-step martial arts masters.

Moving forward slowly, Chen Fan's speed is not fast, but each step has its own rhythm.

Under such circumstances, it is tantamount to forcing the eight people behind to unknowingly follow Chen Fan's rhythm, which is bound to cause a lot of inconvenience.

After all, people are not the same, even the steps underfoot are different.

Under such circumstances, Chen Fan could start to speed at any time, and the people behind him, but not necessarily.

The passage was long and narrow, as if it had no end, causing everyone to walk for a long time. At this moment, there was a trace of tension in the hearts of everyone.

Suddenly, Chen Fan felt a breeze coming from his ears, blowing the hair and the roots of the ears, making it itch.

With a dazzling gaze, Chen Fan didn't show the slightest expression of his doubts.

But at the same time, the sound of the wind intensified, as if it turned into a big hand, plucking Chen Fan's neck.

In an instant, Chen Fan's hairs stood up, and small goose bumps suddenly appeared.

He wanted to look back at other people's reactions, but as soon as this idea appeared, he was ruthlessly erased.

Because Chen Fan remembered about Mo turning around.

The sound of the wind in the ear kept teasing Chen Fan's thoughts, and the invisible big hands seemed to flow through Chen Fan's body.

The steps under his feet were messy for a moment, but the next moment Chen Fan bit the tip of his tongue and the sting penetrated his body, forcing him to control his body's will again.

In the dark, Chen Fan had a feeling of inexplicable ambiguity. He only knew that he would never look back at this moment, otherwise he might be too late to regret.

Facing such a horrible sight, Chen Fan could only resist wholeheartedly, but not everyone was as determined as he was. At this moment, everyone felt the same as Chen Fan.

Mr. Bai was the first to press the longing in his heart and wanted to look back to see what happened.

After all, Huo Guang is behind him now. What if Huo Guang is doing some small actions? Doesn't he have no chance to prevent him?

But at the moment when he was about to turn his head, a dull sound suddenly came.

"boom!"

"what happened!"

Everyone stopped immediately, and the old poison held the corpse of the bloodthirsty bat.

"He, he... his head exploded as soon as he turned his head!"

The stern screams appeared in everyone's ears, hysterical, and it made the scalp numb.

Chen Fan heard that this person was a half-step martial artist who walked at the end. Based on what he said, it was inferred that the person who walked in front of him had an accident.

But this is not the most important thing. The so-called head exploding after turning around is the most worrying thing.

Mr. Bai fiercely resisted the desire to look back, and forcibly turned his head back without squinting his eyes.

At this time, Old Poison also spoke with a face of dread: "This place is evil, speed up and get out of this passage!"

When the voice fell, Chen Fan did speed up, but still moved forward at his own pace.

Although others felt a little abnormal, they didn't even think about it.

Little did they know that with this kind of rhythm being biased, as soon as the danger of terror occurred, their first chance to react would all fall on Chen Fan alone.