Chapter 499: There Is No Question Whether You Should Kill or Not, only Whether You Can Kill

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Chapter 499: There is no question whether you should kill or not, only whether you can kill

"Shaking the sky!"

Feeling the strong killing intent on Xiao Fan, Wei Gan knew that it was impossible for him to escape, Xiao Fan was like a poisonous snake, already staring at him.

The key is that Xiao Fan's speed is not comparable to Wei Qian's.

To survive, the only way out is to kill Xiao Fan.

"Just this hammer, it's not enough to tickle your uncle, but it's also worthy of shaking the world?!" Xiao Fan snorted, not letting go of any chance to hit Wei Qian.

Clang!

The Asura Sword in Xiao Fan's hand suddenly disappeared, replaced by the Slaughtering Knife. Seeing the purple gold streamer hammer coming down in anger, he blocked it with the Slaughtering Knife without hesitation.

But the overwhelming power also made Xiao Fan slightly shocked, the blood in his body churned slightly, and at the same time, Xiao Fan's body also took several steps back.

"Haha, it turned out that he was also a strong outsider and a middle-aged man. Last time he defeated Chu Yifeng and killed Dalong's first son, it was just luck." Seeing Xiao Fan being pushed back, Wei Qian burst out laughing, and the lost confidence returned. to him.

He didn't even think about running away anymore, he stepped on a big tree, leaped high, like a roc spreading its wings, his robe fluttered, and a violent storm of soul power emanated from him.

Just the aura that it exuded caused the ancient trees around to shake violently, and then there was a crackling sound, and the vegetation and gravel were crushed into fine powder, filling the air.

"It's really self-righteous." Xiao Fan grinned, just now he just wanted to try Wei Qian's strength, but in terms of strength, Xiao Fan was slightly inferior to Wei Qian.

This is also the first time Xiao Fan has seen anyone other than Fatty who is stronger than him.

However, strength is not Xiao Fan's strong point, speed and combat skills are his advantages.

After all, the Asura Sword appeared in Xiao Fan's hand again.

"Blood kill!"

Xiao Fan let out a soft drink, and the blood-colored sword energy was like a streak of blood-colored lightning, slashing out from a very strange angle.

Sensing a dangerous aura, Wei Qian summoned the battle spirit without hesitation, and the purple gold streamer hammer, the eighth-rank battle spirit, floated above his head, vibrating a domineering and violent aura.

"As expected of an eighth-rank battle spirit, I want it." Xiao Fan's eyes froze for a moment, a faint light flashed above his head suddenly, and a huge black shadow floated above his head, exuding eerie and strange energy fluctuations.

"You want it? Can my fighting spirit become yours?" Wei Qian seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, his face turned livid, and the veins on his forehead squirmed like bugs.

"The artistic conception of strength, Tyrant Hammer!"

Tyrant Hammer, a seventh-rank combat skill, is unsurpassed in power and unparalleled in strength, and it smashes down like a broken bamboo.

The purple-gold streamer hammer of the eighth-rank war spirit above his head surged out a torrent of soul power, and merged with him as one, breaking through the battle emperor realm, uniting the human soul and multiplying its strength.

"It's not just you." Xiao Fan's eyes were icy cold, and the ghost war spirit merged with him, and then he raised his hand and made a sword, with silver lights flashing one after another, with sharp and sharp intentions of killing and destroying blooming at the same time out.

"Hong Chen laughs!"

Xiao Fan whispered, the artistic conception of power collided with the intention of killing and destroying immediately, the void was ups and downs, and sparks shot out.

Xiao Fan's figure flickered, and he appeared behind Wei Qian in an instant. He raised his hand and hit Wei Qian with a flat palm.

boom! With a crisp sound, Wei Qian's purple gold streamer hammer battle soul trembled suddenly, Wei Qian suddenly touched a mouthful of blood, and looked at Xiao Fan in horror: "What kind of combat skill is this?"

"A dead person, what's the point of knowing it? Forget it, I won't play with you anymore." Xiao Fan smiled indifferently, and the ghost war spirit turned into a black shadow and rushed out.

Instantly enveloped the Zijin Flowing Light Hammer, it began to crazily devour the soul power of the Zijin Flowing Light Hammer.

"Bastard!" Wei Gan roared, but no matter how he struggled, the Zijin Flowing Hammer battle spirit was decomposing at a terrifying speed, and all the decomposed soul power poured into Xiao Fan's battle spirit.

Only then did he realize that the gap between himself and Xiao Fan was too great.

Xiao Fan defeated Chu Yifeng and killed the first son. This was not his fucking luck at all, but his real strength. It was just that he had been holding on to luck.

I won't play with you anymore!

He also understood the meaning of Xiao Fan's words just now, Xiao Fan fought with him for so long, just for fun, or in other words, just to devour his fighting spirit.

"Xiao Fan, you can't kill me!" Wei Gan finally became frightened, his feet went limp, and he almost knelt on the ground.

"In this world, there is no one who cannot be killed." Xiao Fan smiled coldly.

"I can tell you how Nangong Tianyi wants to deal with you!" Wei Qian said quickly.

"It's not necessary." Xiao Fan snorted. If it was before, he would have hesitated, but now, if he doesn't say anything, someone else will say it.

With a merciless swing of the sword, Wei Qian's head was thrown high into the air, and a ten-foot-high column of blood shot high into the sky.

Wei Qian looked at Xiao Fan in horror, is he dead?

"boom!"

Seeing a sword pointing out, Wei Qian's body suddenly exploded, leaving no bones left, Xiao Fan waved his hand, Wei Qian's head was immediately wrapped in a black cloth.

"As expected of an eighth-rank battle spirit, it's a great supplement to ghost battle spirits. It's a pity that Shi Hanjian ran away." Xiao Fan said to himself.

He once heard that Shi Hanjian is also an eighth-rank battle spirit, and this is also the reason why he occupies the ninth rank among his peers.

"Nangong Tianyi, I broke your arm again." Xiao Fan left a sentence and disappeared into the night.

After a few breaths, Xiao Fan and Zheng Rulong appeared beside the bonfire, looking coldly at Jun Luo who was foaming at the mouth on the ground.

With a thought, the golden chrysalis stopped gnawing on Jun Luo's flesh and blood. At this moment, Jun Luo was covered in sweat, with traces of blood mixed in the sweat.

He looked at Xiao Fan in horror, as if he saw a ghost.

boom!

Xiao Fan casually threw the black cloth in his hand, and a head rolled out, under the light of the nearby bonfire, it looked extremely hideous and terrifying.

"You killed Wei Gan?" Jun Luo's voice was extremely weak, and his whole body trembled violently.

"Brother, did you kill this Jun Luo?" Zheng Rulong also gasped, Xiao Fan nodded indifferently, and Zheng Rulong said again: "Brother, you shouldn't have killed Wei Gan, but he..."

"In my heart, for the enemy, there has never been a question of whether to kill or not, only whether or not to kill!" Xiao Fan interrupted Zheng Rulong's words, his eyes were extremely firm.

There is no question whether you should kill or not, only whether you can kill!

Xiao Fan's words echoed in Zheng Rulong's heart like a thunderbolt. All along, he was very afraid of offending the powerful, so that he kept his courage away.

Hearing Xiao Fan's words, his heart was touched violently, like an electric shock.

At this time, Xiao Fan's calm words sounded again: "He is Nangong Tianyi's lackey, he will become my enemy one day, it is better to kill him now, so as not to cause trouble in the future."

"Eldest brother is right." Zheng Rulong looked taught.

"Tell me, what happened before? How did you get caught by them?" Xiao Fan slowly sat down by the campfire and asked in a concentrated voice.