Chapter 1970 It’s Really Not Me

Xiao Fan understood something instantly. The blood stains in the Yin Killing Formation were most likely the blood of Leng Liujing's subordinates. However, he did not expect that Leng Liujing actually thought that Leng Tong was the culprit.

If Leng Liujing knew that the deaths of his thirteen subordinates were caused by Xiao Tianyang's slight cough when he was trying out the power of the Sound Killing Array, would he be so angry that he vomited blood, or fainted on the spot?

"Sir, the blood in the Yinsha Jue Formation was shed by someone from Lengliujing?" Jianluo looked at Xiao Fan in confusion and said, they still don't know what happened specifically.

"Probably!" Xiao Fan nodded, then looked at Xiao Tianyang and said, "Besides, those people were most likely killed by this kid Tianyang with a slight cough."

"Oh~" Everyone looked surprised.

Xiao Fan briefly told his conjecture, Jian Luo and the others' mouths twitched wildly, and Xiao Tianyang was even more stunned in place.

"No way, Leng Liujing and his people are so unlucky?" After a long time, Xiao Tianyang came back to his senses and looked at Leng Liujing in the distance with a look of astonishment.

In the distance, Leng Tong heard Leng Liujing's words and immediately shouted: "Fart! I have to hurt you, what good does it do me to hurt you?

Even if I want to harm you, I have to use you to pass the fourth level, or even the fifth level, and kill you and your people in the third level. Am I sick? "

When Leng Liujing heard this, his expression was slightly startled. He immediately stopped his offensive and began to think quickly in his mind.

Because of his anger before, he only thought about revenge, but he didn't think much about it. Moreover, among the few people he analyzed, only Leng Tong would deal with him.

So from the very beginning, Leng Liujing had the preconception that Leng Tong was the culprit who harmed him.

But now that I think about it carefully, I find that things don't seem to be that simple. Leng Tong doesn't seem to have any motive to kill himself.

In terms of strength, Shen Wuxin is the strongest, followed by Zuo Jiangli who awakened another soul, and then it was his turn to be Leng Liujing and Leng Tong.

If Leng Tong wants to plot to frame someone, he should kill Death God Wuxin and Zuo Jiangli first.

Only in this way can he, Leng Tong, have a chance to obtain the inheritance of King Shura.

After all, Leng Liujing's strength is not bad, and he can contain Shen Wuxin and Zuo Jiangli when the time comes.

"Think about it carefully. Who else would harm you besides me, who you think you are?" Leng Tong was relieved to see Leng Liujing did not continue to take action.

"Xiao Fan!" Leng Liujing spat out two words without thinking, and murderous intent swept across all directions like ice.

"Yes, Xiao Fan is the one most likely to want to kill you!" Leng Tong said without hesitation. Regardless of whether he was Xiao Fan or not, he would transfer Leng Liujing's anger to Xiao Fan anyway.

"You are right, I want to kill him, and I also want to kill you!"

Suddenly, an indifferent voice sounded. Leng Tong and Leng Liujing suddenly turned around and looked around. Some other monks also looked at the voice warily.

"Xiao Fan!" Everyone exclaimed in unison.

The person coming was none other than Xiao Fan, but Leng Tong and Leng Liujing did not expect Xiao Fan to arrive here so quickly. Wasn't he fighting with Lord Shura?

Could it be that the Lord of Shura Mountain was killed by him?

It seems that this is the only way Xiao Fan could reach here so quickly.

Xiao Fan, Jian Luo and the others slowly walked towards Leng Tong and the others. Originally, he had not planned to show up yet and was preparing to watch a good show of dog eating dog.

But unexpectedly, Leng Tong succeeded in extinguishing Leng Liujing's anger. After calming down, it was impossible for Leng Liujing to continue fighting to the death with Leng Tong, so Xiao Fan simply appeared by himself.

"Xiao Fan, are you really up to something!?" Leng Liujing seemed to have forgotten how powerful Xiao Fan was, and the anger that had been extinguished was ignited again.

"I can swear that I'm not up to anything." Xiao Fan shrugged, looking like it was none of my business, and said with a smile, "I just got here."

Leng Liujing looked depressed. If it wasn't Xiao Fan, then who was the person who killed thirteen of his subordinates with the help of the Sound Killing Array?

"It's none of my business anyway." Leng Tong snorted coldly, then turned around and prepared to leave with his people.

"It's none of your business, why are you running away?" Leng Liujing was furious and slashed at Leng Tong again with his sword.

Seeing this, Leng Tong's expression changed, and he shouted angrily: "Leng Liujing, you have to think clearly, we both lose, who wins in the end!"

"Of course I know!" Leng Liujing said with murderous intent. He just couldn't swallow the anger and shouted: "What's more, you just killed two of me, so the debt must be settled!"

No wonder Leng Liujing was so angry. There were still two people who came out alive from the sound killing array, but they were killed by Leng Tong just now.

In his opinion, if Leng Tong didn't have a ghost in his heart, why did he kill the last two of them?

Xiao Fan also didn't expect that Leng Liujing also had a hot temper. He was still here, and he started fighting with Leng Tong?

But after thinking about it, I felt relieved. Leng Liujing knew that he was no match for Xiao Fan, so he could only vent his anger on Leng Tong.

Leng Tong also looked depressed. He didn't do anything, but he made a mess. He was holding a breath in his heart and had nowhere to vent.

As for Leng Liujing's two subordinates, Leng Tong really didn't take them seriously. In order to frame Xiao Fan that day, he killed a lot of himself, so how could he care about the lives of other people.

If it weren't for Xiao Fan not far away, Leng Tong would really want to fight with Leng Liujing.

With a cry, Leng Liujing moved very quickly and appeared in front of Leng Tong in a flash. A sword light streaked through the void, and the sharp sword energy tore through the void.

Although Leng Tong's speed was not slow, he was still hit by the sword energy. His clothes were torn to pieces, and a trace of blood burst out from his chest.

"Leng Liujing, don't force me!" Seeing Leng Liujing chasing after him, Leng Tong finally became angry, with black flames faintly dancing in his eyes.

"Hmph, I've long wanted to learn whether your eye skills are as powerful as the legends say!" Leng Liujing said with a cold tone, and there was even a hint of disbelief.

"Since you are looking for death, I will help you!" Leng Tong's expression turned cold, and suddenly, two black rays of light shot out from his eyes.

The black light turned into two whirlpools, splitting the void, and the entire sky collapsed instantly.

"kill!"

Leng Tong thought, and dark shadows appeared faintly in the black light, like a demon god, with extremely powerful power.

The black vortex strangled within a radius of several miles, enveloping Xiao Fan and the others!

Xiao Fan's expression condensed slightly, and at this moment, a bright light flashed out of the darkness and went straight to Xiao Fan's chest.

"You want to show off this little trick in front of me?" Xiao Fan sneered, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

Just as Xiao Fan's figure disappeared, a sword energy struck his afterimage, and then a white shadow appeared where Xiao Fan was, it was Leng Liujing.

It doesn't take much thinking to know that the momentary collision between Leng Liujing and Leng Tong just now was fake. Their purpose was to kill Xiao Fan, but they didn't expect that Xiao Fan would see through their plan.

"How is that possible?" Leng Liujing couldn't help but look horrified when he saw the figure stabbed by the long sword slowly dissipating. His speed had reached the extreme, and he actually escaped from Xiao Fan in shock!

"Are you looking for me?" At this time, a voice suddenly came from behind Leng Liujing. Leng Liujing felt a chill in his neck and his whole body trembled violently.

With a puff, a long sword emerged from Leng Liujing's chest. Leng Liujing slowly turned his head, only to see Xiao Fan looking at him with an indifferent expression.

"Xiao Fan, you..." Leng Liujing spurted out blood.

"It's really not me." Xiao Fan took back the long sword around Leng Liujing's neck and shrugged, looking like it was none of my business.