Chapter 1619 One Person, One Sword

Chapter 1619 One person, one sword

When everyone heard Xiao Fan's words, although they were extremely angry, they were powerless to refute. Some people already had some regrets in their hearts, and they knew that they should not have blamed Xiao Fan just now.

Every time Xiao Fan killed a person just now, for them, there was less danger, which was equivalent to helping them.

But they are still blaming Xiao Fan, if it were themselves, they would probably be even angrier.

Xiao Fan didn't take any action against them, which was considered quite tolerable.

"A group of trash who eat inside and outside, they deserve to die!" Zhuo Tianhong suddenly turned into a human form and appeared beside Xiao Fan, and he didn't want to make a move.

It's really that these people are so worthless. If you help them, you will only get revenge in the end.

Xiao Fan stood with his hands behind his back, looked at the ancient monks indifferently, and said: "You should have your own thoughts when you blame the master of this hall."

"Palace Master Xiao really understands righteousness!" Seeing this, the monks of the ancient clan were overjoyed. Could there be a turning point?

They have all seen Xiao Fan's strength with their own eyes. In just a dozen breaths, he killed one or two hundred people. If he is willing to take action, they will be saved.

"My lord!" Zhuo Tianhong also looked at Xiao Fan in surprise, he knew Xiao Fan's character, he should not be such a good person.

Xiao Fan's expression was calm, he couldn't see any emotions, and continued: "These hundreds of people who use the power of the gods are forced out by the master of the hall, and the master of the hall will solve it himself. As for the others, you have to wait for yourself. gone."

As soon as these words came out, the ancient cultivator's heart suddenly became cold, as if someone had poured a basin of cold water, from the beginning to the end.

There are only three or four hundred people who use the power of the gods, and there are as many as two thousand monks in the Temple of War. Excluding these, there are still about fifteen hundred people.

Since the monks of the Ling family and the Dugu family have entered the seventh floor, there are only about 300 of them left. Now they are one against five, how can they be opponents.

escape?

This is the first thought that flashed through many people's minds, but the sixth floor is already full of dangers, so the entrance is safer.

Moreover, the sixth floor space is not particularly large, and it is not so easy to escape. When they are scattered, they will only die faster.

But if they don't escape, with one against five, it's even more impossible for them to be opponents.

For a while, the monks of the ancient clan were caught in a dilemma. They were all praying now, hoping that their young master would come.

Like Murong Mingyue, who is one of the top ten monsters anyway, if he wants to leave, it is not difficult, but there are many people from the Murong family here, if he leaves like this, these people will have to die here.

The most depressing ones were the members of the Huangfu family. Their young master, Huangfu Tianyou, was scared away by Zhuo Tianhong, leaving them here to die.

"Zhuo Tianhong, don't waste these fate and blood energy, if you can't break through the Eight Changes God of War, it's not bad to condense it into a life pearl." Xiao Fan gave Zhuo Tianhong a meaningful look.

After all, Xiao Fan dodged and rushed towards the four or five hundred cultivators with divine power. Don't think that it took a long time for Xiao Fan to open the channel, but it was only one or two breaths.

Looking at Xiao Fan's back, Zhuo Tianhong recalled Xiao Fan's words just now, his heart skipped a beat, and he said, "Yes, young master."

But at this moment, Xiao Fan held the Shura sword and rushed into the crowd. These people used the power of the gods, and he didn't dare to use the soul attack without authorization, so he could only rely on the Shura sword in his hand.

For others, a large number of people may be useful, but in front of Xiao Fan, it has no meaning at all.

His speed can crush monks of the same level. The strength of these people may indeed be able to hurt Xiao Fan, but it is almost impossible to keep up with Xiao Fan's speed unless Xiao Fan's divine power is exhausted.

As for wanting to exhaust Xiao Fan's divine power, Zhan Lao San had been chasing Xiao Fan for several days and nights back then, but he was only on the verge of being exhausted. If these warrior saints wanted to exhaust Xiao Fan's divine power, they probably already Lie on the ground.

"kill!"

The monks of the Temple of War were also red-eyed and became extremely crazy. The terrifying sword energy and blade light flooded the void. They were all controlled by the war reincarnation, and this body was no longer theirs.

It has to be said that after using their supernatural powers, their strength has indeed improved a lot, but as long as they have not stepped into the God of War realm, Xiao Fan has no scruples.

If you want to kill the God of War Realm, you must erase his fate. The fate is stored in the crystal of divine power, and the crystal of divine power is hidden in the soul space between the eyebrows.

That is to say, there is only one possibility to kill the God of War Realm, that is, to pierce the eyebrows with a sword, or shatter the fate with a strange method.

Because a strong person in the God of War realm, even if his heart is broken and his internal organs are shattered, he will not die in a short period of time, and he can recover slowly through divine power, it just takes a little longer.

As for the Battle Saint Realm, there is no need to be so troublesome, just seal the throat with a sword, and you will definitely die.

puff puff~

The blood bloomed one after another, just like a blossoming of bewitching petals blooming in the void, gorgeous and enchanting.

One person, one sword, completely became the nightmare of the monks of the God of War Temple, and many people have no fighting spirit anymore. Unfortunately, the power of the gods is not so easy to use. Now their bodies are no longer listening to them.

The monks of the ancient tribe also glanced at Xiao Fan from time to time, but few people could catch Xiao Fan's trace at all. Where Xiao Fan passed, there were only corpses and blood.

Everyone was terrified and shocked by Xiao Fan's murder method.

The same level as ants!

Not to mention just four or five hundred people, even four or five thousand people, probably not enough for Xiao Fan to kill.

"Impossible, how could he be so strong?" Murong Mingyue's pupils trembled as she kept screaming in her heart.

Some time ago he had fought against Xiao Fan. Although Xiao Fan was strong, he was not so strong that he was afraid.

But today, Murong Mingyue was truly terrified. For so many years, even Zhan Huangtian and Ye Qingcheng had never made him terrified when facing fellow monks of the same rank.

Slowly, the fighting around stopped, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the battlefield where Xiao Fan was. This has become Xiao Fan's performance alone.

The people in the Temple of War God were completely terrified. They wanted to escape, but they didn't dare to escape. If they couldn't complete the task, they would all die.

There were only about two hundred monks from the ancient clan left, but they forgot to fear, forgot to run away, and they were only shocked in their hearts, shocked by Xiao Fan's terrifying strength.

Time passed slowly, and after half a cup of tea, Xiao Fan finally stopped killing. On the ground under his feet, the ground was stained red with blood, and the corpses lay horizontally, which was shocking.

Everyone who used the power of the gods died, and was beheaded by Xiao Fan alone!

Everyone gulped their saliva, and some couldn't help but wiped their eyes, unable to believe what they saw.

At this moment, there is only one picture in everyone's eyes.

A young man in black robe, holding a blood sword, stands alone in the mountain of corpses, his back is as straight as a pine, and his long black hair flutters in the wind, elegant and free and easy.

The black robe was clean and neat, not stained with any blood, as if the killing just now had nothing to do with him.

Drops of fresh blood slid down from the top of the blood sword, extremely scarlet and coquettish, and the drops of blood slid down gently, as if the blood was too dirty to be swallowed by the Shura sword.

At this moment, one person, one sword, seems to have become eternity.