Chapter 2356: Fighting with Style

Xuan Gujian clenched his fists tightly, almost to the point of bleeding. The majestic leader of the sect was actually scared at this moment.

The most important thing is that the person he is afraid of is still a boy of the younger generation. This is really not an ordinary frustration.

But the scene where Xiao Fan destroyed the Ancient Spirit Sect just now made him terrified. Although his strength was stronger than Zhu Tianxiu, he was not much stronger.

Zhu Tianxiu was killed by Xiao Fan without any resistance. How could he be any better?

Xuan Gujian's eyes turned to the people of the Lu family in Tianwu Mountain, but when he saw Lu Wuchen's face was extremely ugly, his heart suddenly sank. Is even Lu Wuchen afraid of Xiao Fan?

You know, Lu Wuchen is one of the top geniuses in Tianwu Mountain, and he can definitely be ranked among the top five.

What he didn't know was that Lu Wuchen had already suffered losses at the hands of Xiao Fan. Now that he saw Xiao Fan being so strong, how could he not be afraid?

At that time, Xiao Fan was at the peak of the Heavenly God Realm and almost killed him. Now that he had broken through to the Ancient God Realm, Lu Wuchen was not sure of victory.

At this moment, Xiao Fan suddenly stopped and stood there quietly.

When the crowd saw this, doubts appeared on their faces. Could it be that this guy had thought clearly and was not ready to deal with the Xuantian Sword Sect?

Seeing this, Xuan Gujian breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want to fight Xiao Fan until it was a last resort.

"I suddenly realized that if I kill you so happily, it will be an advantage for you." Xiao Fan looked indifferent, and after saying this, an evil smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Then, he suddenly took out a sound transmission jade talisman, and the light inside flickered.

Everyone didn't know why or what Xiao Fan meant. Did he still want to torture Xuan Gujian on purpose?

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the sound transmission jade talisman: "Master, Xuantian Sword Mountain, there are a total of 1,210,3464 people and twenty-one mythical beasts, behead them all." , chickens and dogs, I haven’t counted them yet, but they were all executed!”

The sound inside the sound-transmitting jade talisman was not loud, but the whole place was silent, and everyone could hear it clearly.

"This?" The crowd gasped, staring at Xiao Fan in horror.

"The Xuantian Sword Sect was destroyed?" After a long time, someone in the crowd exclaimed, his tone full of shock.

At this moment, everyone looked at Xiao Fan not in surprise, but in fear.

More than 1.21 million people were actually killed by Xiao Fan's people, leaving no chickens or dogs behind?

What a hatred, what a hatred!

"Boy, don't mess with me!" Xuan Gujian shouted angrily.

As soon as he finished speaking, a jade order suddenly appeared in his hand. The jade order stirred with ripples, and then a voice sounded: "Zong, sect master, I, my Xuantian Sword Sect has been destroyed, ah!"

The voice was filled with endless fear, as if someone was threatening him, but after he said this, he was killed.

Xuan Gujian's body was shaking violently, his body was a little unsteady, and his expression was pale. He looked at Xiao Fan in horror with his eyes wide open.

I originally thought that Xiao Fan was just scaring him, but the voice in the jade order just now was not fake. It was a strong man from Xuantian Sword Sect, and it was impossible to lie to him.

The crowd only felt numb. This thing turned out to be true. Xiao Fan really killed more than one million people in the Xuantian Sword Sect, and not even the dogs or chickens were left alive.

Lu Wuchen and the others' expressions were not much better. Although they had done a lot of massacre and genocide, they still found it difficult to accept when this happened to someone related to them.

In the entire Tianwu Domain, not only does the Lu family have the final say, but it also holds one-third of the say.

Only the Lu family had ever dared to massacre others, but now, Xiao Fan actually massacred the Xuantian Sword Sect monks in front of so many people, which he couldn't believe.

"Boy, you are so cruel!" Xuan Gujian spoke tremblingly, his tone a little hoarse. "What a cruel heart?" Xiao Fan sneered again and again, and said with a playful smile: "When you killed more than six million people in my first city, did you ever think about being cruel? Just now when you were preparing to massacre the monks of Youyun Mansion, Have you ever felt cruel? Now that the retribution for this matter is on your Xuantian Sword Sect, you feel cruel

? "

Xuan Gujian was speechless for a moment. A few days ago, his Xuantian Sword Sect killed no one in the first city, leaving millions of people dead. He really had not thought about this.

In his eyes, even the entire First City was not as good as his son. He wanted to destroy the First City to avenge his son.

Only then did the crowd understand, and they showed a clear look. They had no idea about Xuantian Sword Sect's destruction of the First City.

If this is the case, then what does Xiao Fan's massacre of more than one million monks from the Xuantian Sword Sect mean compared to the Xuantian Sword Sect's massacre of more than 6 million people in the first city?

If it were them, they would probably kill more than one million people from the Xuantian Sword Sect. Everyone related to the Xuantian Sword Sect would also have to be destroyed.

Xiao Fan looked at Xuan Gujian coldly, and then said to the sound transmission jade talisman: "Pass this order, anyone with the surname Xuan, and anyone within eighteen generations of Xuan Gujian's bloodline, will be killed without mercy, no matter how far they go to the ends of the earth." !”

"Yes!" A respectful voice came from the sound transmission jade talisman.

"You, poof!" Xuan Gujian's body trembled violently, and before he could speak, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The crowd's pupils also shrank, Xiao Fan was not willing to give up now, he actually wanted to kill Xuantian Sword Sect, even those who were on the run, he was not prepared to let go.

But at this moment, they did not feel that Xiao Fan was cruel. If the force they belonged to had six million people massacred, they would never give up.

What's more, if Xiao Fan had not arrived in time, at least millions, or even tens of millions, of Youyun Tiancheng in Youyun Mansion would have died.

The crowd suddenly discovered that although the thousands of people from the Ancient Spirit Sect were killed by Xiao Fan, they should feel lucky that Xiao Fan did not deal with other members of the Ancient Spirit Sect.

"From the moment you kill someone, you must be prepared to be killed! Don't you like killing people? Today, I will kill you until you are scared!"

Xiao Fan looked at Xuan Gujian coldly. He, Xiao Fan, was not someone who could be manipulated before, nor is he now, nor will he be in the future.

Then, his eyes looked coldly at the monks around him, and said in a cold voice: "You all listen up, just kill me, Xiao Fan, just come.

But if you dare to harm the people around me, I advise you to kill me directly, otherwise you will all be prepared to be slaughtered and exterminated by me.

Xiao has never been a good person, but today, he used the Xuantian Sword Sect's orders to pay for the lives of the six million monks who died in the first city! "

Xiao Fan's domineering voice resounded in all directions, and his tone was full of threats, but the crowd remained silent, not daring to answer this murderous god, and did not even have the courage to look him in the eye.

After saying that, Xiao Fan once again raised the sword in his hand and pointed it at Xuan Gu Sword. Today, he will go on a killing spree, killing him until his blood is stained with blood, and show off his Xiao Fan's character!

"Little bastard, I'm going to tear you alive, cut you into pieces, and suppress you for tens of thousands of years!" blood. "Xuan Gujian actually burned his blood. Is he going to fight Xiao Fan to the death?" The crowd gasped and stared into the distance, for fear of missing something.