Chapter 3445: Stop me from death

I have to say that the strength of Badao is really strong.
Wang Fan's third style of the Excalibur not only failed to defeat his sword style, but he was also sent flying away.
Fortunately, Wang Fan was physically strong, but he was not injured.
With the help of his recoil, his body flashed crazily again, and at the same time the long sword in his hand danced.
He wants to condense the fourth form of the Excalibur.
On Wang Fan's body, a terrifying great pressure spread, extremely terrifying.
The sharp sword intent, although it hasn't formed yet, it has the power to reach the sky.
"What kind of martial skill is this?" Ba Dao felt this scene, his expression extremely solemn.
He didn't even think that he would be unable to kill a Wang Fan with three swords.
You know, he is the strongest of the immortal kings list, waiting for the ninth level of the idle immortal kings, even if there are ten, he is definitely not his opponent.
But what about Wang Fan? Although Wang Fan is already on the list of immortal kings, after all, his cultivation is only the third level of immortal kings.
Originally according to Ba Dao's estimate, he killed Wang Fan with one knife, and he couldn't even use two knives.
But now he knew that he was so wrong.
"I want to see if you can eat me a few dollars." The Tyrant knife couldn't take Wang Fan for a long time, and the anger jumped up.
He yelled, his figure vacated again, holding a long knife, and madly killing Wang Fan.
The long sword in his hand was constantly dancing, rolling up a wave of knives, and those knives seemed to be extremely overbearing with the power to destroy the world.
Wang Fan didn't pay attention to the attack of Tyrant Sword, he had already struck again with a single sword.
Excalibur fourth style.
When the Excalibur Fourth Form falls, its power is multiplied by several boxes.
This time, the Divine Sword directly tore through the power of the Badao, and slammed on the Badao.
laugh.
A mouthful of blood spurted from the overbearing mouth, and his face turned pale even if he flew out.
If he hadn't reacted quickly, and moved his body quickly at the critical moment, I am afraid that this sword alone would be enough to kill him.
Tyrant Sword stabilized his figure, his expression finally changed when he saw that Wang Fan was still condensing his sword power and his great power was getting stronger and stronger.
"What kind of martial skill is this? How could he manage this martial skill on the third floor of the Immortal King?"
Feeling the stronger and stronger sword power of Wang Fan's body, Tyrant Dao had the urge to scold his mother.
He touched the blood on the corner of his mouth, but he turned his head and left without intending to continue fighting.
"go?"
Wang Fan smiled when he saw this scene.
The long sword in his hand danced, displaying the fifth style of the sword.
The fifth form of the Excalibur fell, and in an instant, a huge pillar of light appeared between the heaven and the earth.
The divine sword light released the might of terror, penetrated the air directly, and fell towards the tyrant sword.
Pa Dao felt this scene, his face turned pale.
He speeded up frantically and sprinted towards the distance. At the same time, a line of defense was condensed behind him, trying to resist Wang Fan's fifth style of the sword.
At this time, Ba Dao finally regretted it.
If he had known that Wang Fan was so evil, he would not fight brutally.
He would never give Wang Fan the opportunity to use the Eight Divine Sword.
Unfortunately, it is too late to understand now.
Kaka booming sound came out, that divine sword beam of light fell on the defense condensed by Tyrant Blade.
Those defenses were like paper, shattered instantly and vanished in smoke.
Ba Dao felt this scene, it was almost lost.
"Stop, stop!"
However, how could Wang Fan stop?
That divine sword beam of light fell directly on the Ba Dao, completely submerging it in an instant.
When the light beam of the divine sword dissipated, the Overlord Blade had disappeared without a trace.
Watching this scene, Wang Fan didn't show the slightest fluctuation in his expression, his figure flashed, he turned his head and left.
He didn't have any sympathy for Badao.
Because if it weren't for the death of the tyrant, it would be the death of his Wang Fan.
If he had really stopped before, once the Divine Sword Eight Form was interrupted, and Tyrant Sword used this opportunity to start a frantic attack, Wang Fan could not bear it.
Therefore, in that situation, it is impossible for him to stop.
Overlord, the 458th ranked strongman on the Immortal Kings Ranking, died.
It is estimated that even he himself had not thought of it beforehand.
Not long after Wang Fan left, another group of monks appeared here.
"Before, I felt the breath of Tyrant Sword. Could it be that the one who fought with Wang Fan was Tyrant Sword?"
"But, where's Tyrant Sword, where did he go? Is it possible that even Tyrant Sword is not Wang Fan's opponent?"
Looking at the terrible battle scene, feeling the fluctuations of the great road between the heavens and the earth, all the monks were shocked.
This scene is really terrible.
With such fluctuations, I am afraid that it is no weaker than those ordinary immortal strongmen fighting?
At the same time, the expressions of these monks became more solemn.
If Wang Fan's strength is really stronger than Tyrant Sword, then they must really consider whether to continue chasing Wang Fan.
After all, this is no joke.
If one is wrong, it is the end of life and death.
Wang Fan went all the way, heading directly out of the area.
He intends to leave this area as quickly as possible.
Finally, Wang Fan reached the periphery of the area.
However, in that direction, there are at least thirty monks standing there.
Among the thirty-odd monks, the weakest in cultivation is the ninth level of the Immortal King, and there are even the first level of three immortal monks.
The lineup is extremely strong.
Feeling the breath of these people, this time, Wang Fan did not avoid it, nor looked back.
Because there are countless chasers behind him, turning his head means sending him to death.
As for avoiding? What a joke, this area has been sealed off, and hiding there is the same, it is impossible to go around.
When Wang Fan approached the thirty-odd people, the thirty-odd people also noticed Wang Fan.
"Wang Fan, he is here."
"Hmph, this is his own trap."
"Wang Fan, stop obediently if you don't want to die, otherwise, don't blame us for being cruel."
The three leading immortal monks flew directly into the sky while talking, blocking the road ahead.
At the same time, the rest of the people also released a frightening atmosphere, holding magic weapons in their hands, and making preparations to take action at any time, and they were ready to fight.
Wang Fan didn't stop at all, and it was impossible to stop.
Even, he didn't even slow down.
"My Wang Fan is going to leave this place. Within three breaths, anyone who stands in front of me is an enemy. No mercy!"
"I will kill anyone who dares to stop me."
Wang Fan's icy voice fell, and as he continued to approach those people, he had already grabbed a killing spear in his hand.
His eyes were extremely cold, and his body was full of murderous intent.
He doesn't care who these people are, in short, as long as he dares to stop him, he is his enemy.
Because now, Wang Fan's situation is extremely bad, blocking his way is equivalent to forcing him to die.
"What a big tone!"
"Asshole thing, when death is about to come, you dare to be so obsessed, if that's the case, then go and die!"
When the thirty-odd monks heard Wang Fan's words, not only did they not give way, they were furious.
There is a Wang Fan in a mere trivial area, and an Immortal King in a trivial area, and even dare to threaten them.
The three Immortal Venerables headed by them were even more indifferent, directly releasing the Immortal Venerable Domain.
Their hearts are also extremely unhappy.
They are powerful immortals, Wang Fan is only a small immortal king, so he dare to be presumptuous?