Chapter 1682 The Bloody Massacre of Eighteen Knights

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Half a cup of tea passed slowly. Ling Feng, Guan Xiaoqi and the others had entered the transmission channel, and now there were only about a hundred people left who had not left.

Nangong Xiaoxiao sat on Lei Huang's back, frowning, praying constantly in her heart, hoping that Xiao Fan could catch up.

Soon, all the remaining one hundred people disappeared, and Nangong Xiaoxiao's heartbeat began to accelerate, and her eyes looked at the transmission channel from time to time.

A thought even flashed through his mind: Could it be that Mad Wolf was deliberately lying to him?

Then he shook his head again. The brotherhood between Mad Wolf and Xiao Fan was definitely not much weaker than his. If something happened to Xiao Fan, Mad Wolf would never leave.

"Xiao Fan won't show up, right?" Lei Huang also couldn't sit still.

"No, the third child will definitely show up." Nangong Xiaoxiao gritted his teeth and said, he firmly believed that Xiao Fan would come.

Lei Huang had no choice but to look back and suddenly shouted: "Hurry, the transmission channel is disappearing!"

When Nangong Xiaoxiao heard this, his face changed wildly. When he turned around and looked around, he saw that the space crack was slowly getting smaller. Once the space crack disappeared, it would be impossible for them to leave even if they wanted to.

Nangong Xiaoxiao looked struggling for a while, not knowing how to choose.

Whoops!

At this moment, a sword light roared from a distance, like a meteor piercing the sky, and the sharp sword energy split the void into two.

The crack in the void that was originally about to disappear actually expanded again and turned into a transmission channel.

However, Nangong Xiaoxiao and Lei Huang did not care about the cracks in the void. Instead, they looked along the source of the sword light and saw two figures shooting towards this direction at great speed.

Seeing one of the black shadows, Nangong Xiaoxiao finally showed bright smiles on their faces, and then they rushed into the transmission channel without hesitation.

Almost at the same time, two figures in the distance also shot in, and in an instant, the transmission channel composed of void cracks disappeared.

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Outside the chaotic sea of ​​fog in the Tribulation of Gods, where the transmission channel is, two groups of monks stood clearly separated, and extremely violent auras emanated from these people.

One of the teams was wearing black robes and was presiding over the transmission channel. The leader of this team was none other than Zhan Tianxia, ​​whom Xiao Fan had seen.

Zhan Tianxia looked at the transmission channel with a cold expression. He wanted to know the result in the cemetery of the gods, that is, whether Xiao Fan was still alive.

Behind him, those standing were all powerful men in the late-stage God of War realm, and they were carefully selected by him.

If Xiao Fan had not died, Zhan Tianxia would definitely give Xiao Fan a thunderous blow. Zhan Tianxia was extremely cautious towards Xiao Fan, not for any other reason than because Xiao Fan was the Lord of Shura Hall.

In addition, he already knew about Xiao Fan's killing of Ming Luo. The world knew the strength of Ming Luo. When he entered the cemetery of the gods, he was the God of War in the fourth transformation, and there were few opponents at the same level.

Zhan Tianxia still remembers that when he first met Xiao Fan, he was only at the peak of the War Saint Realm. In just a few months, he could kill the four-transformation God of War, which is enough to prove Xiao Fan's abnormal strength and talent.

And now more than half a year has passed, who knows what level Xiao Fan answered.

Thinking of this, Zhan Tianxia couldn't help but look at the group of people on the opposite side. Those people were all wearing blood-colored shirts and blood-colored masks. All they could see was a pair of eyes glowing with bloodthirsty light.

There are not many of them, only eighteen, but the aura exuding from each of them is that of the Nine-Transformation God of War.

When they sat down, there stood eighteen huge bloody leopards. The leopards were three feet long, and their streamlined bodies were full of wild power.

They spit out fangs and look ferocious and terrifying. These eighteen bloody leopards are not ordinary soul beasts, but demon blood dragon leopards, with a trace of dragon blood in their bodies.

Seeing their formation, Zhan Tianxia was a little frightened and did not dare to compete with them, but he also knew that these people came for Xiao Fan, which was exactly what he wanted.

"I hope this Eighteen Blood Slaughter Cavalry can destroy Xiao Fan and save me from wasting time." Zhan Tianxia thought to himself, but when he mentioned the words "Eighteen Blood Slaughter Cavalry", he couldn't help but become a little solemn.

"Haha, it's finally out!" Suddenly, a loud laugh came from the transmission channel, and then, several figures flashed out.

However, when they felt the momentum of the Eighteen Blood Slayers, the smiles on their faces froze in vain, and their bodies seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar.

They were very puzzled. Didn’t I break through to the God of War realm? Isn't he the top warrior in the God of War realm in the War Soul Continent? Why can't he even breathe?

Several people instantly felt a sense of frustration. Their lifelong pursuit was to finally break through to the God of War realm, but now they can't withstand the pressure of others!

"Come here, monks from the Temple of War." A voice suddenly came from the direction of the Temple of War, and an old man in black robes was seen looking at the teleportation array coldly.

When the monks who came out heard this, several war temple monks flew in the direction of Zhan Tianxia, ​​and they couldn't help but glance at the Eighteen Blood Slaughters from the corner of their eyes.

"Ah~" Suddenly, several screams came, which frightened the monks in the Temple of War.

In their eyes, a blood shadow passed by, and the few monks who were not from the Temple of War suddenly turned into a burst of blood mist and spread into the void. Several of them died before they even had time to scream, and they died. Know how you died.

High in the sky, I saw a monk wearing a blood-colored shirt standing in the sky, his bloodthirsty eyes staring into the transmission channel.

And this was just the beginning. All the monks who came out of the transmission channel, as long as they were not from the Temple of War, were all killed by the monks in scarlet shirts. The scene was very bloody.

In just a dozen breaths, the outside of the transmission channel turned into a Shura field. Blood was flying in the sky, and broken arms and limbs rolled to the ground.

The monks from the Temple of War who had just come out of the teleportation channel couldn't help but shudder when they saw this scene. Fortunately, they were out of the Temple of War, otherwise they would have died.

"Deputy Palace Master, these Eighteen Blood Slaughters are too overbearing!" An old man in black robe behind Zhan Tianxia narrowed his eyes and almost couldn't help but rush forward.

Another old man in gray robe also frowned, and couldn't stand the behavior of the Eighteen Blood Slaughters.

"Zhan Tianyi, Zhan Tianji, this is the order of the Lord of the Palace. Don't you want to interfere?" Zhan Tianxia snorted coldly.

"However, the Eighteen Blood Slaughter Horsemen are members of a foreign race. Can we really watch the monks from the War Soul Continent being killed by foreign races?" The old man in black robe still said unwillingly.

"Second brother Zhan, don't say I won't tell you. You have to know the consequences of disobeying the Lord's order." Zhan Tianxia glared at the black-robed old man, and then said: "Anyway, if these people leave alive, they will also fight with you. If we are enemies, it is better to die here.”

Hearing this, the old man in black robe Zhan Tian Er broke into a cold sweat and looked at the old man in gray robe Zhan Tian Yi, but Zhan Tian Yi just shook his head lightly.

At this moment, the massacre was still going on, and countless monks from the War Soul Continent had died in the bloody massacre of eighteen riders.

"Stop!" Suddenly, a loud shout came from a distance, followed by waves of violent momentum sweeping in from all directions.

Several palm angs and sword rays even appeared in the void, rushing straight towards the Eighteen Blood Slaughter Cavalry, and the whole world began to tremble.