Chapter 3715: Beg

"On the fifth floor of Xianzun, I dare to be deceived, and I will make you pay the price today!"
"Go together, kill him! As long as you kill him, the hundred immortal veins in him are ours!"
"kill!"
Although the three Immortal Venerables on the seventh floor were also jealous of Wang Fan, they did not shrink from the provocation of Wang Fan and the temptation of a hundred immortal veins.
As the saying goes, people die for money and birds die for food.
They can cultivate to the seventh level of the Immortal Venerable, and naturally they are not courageous.
"Fight if you want, just a lot of nonsense!"
Wang Fan didn't bother to talk nonsense with the three of them. With a flash of his figure, he killed him with the Primordial Sword.
Whoosh!
The Primordial Divine Sword broke through the air and slashed directly to Zhang Yuan on the left.
Zhang Yuan sneered at the sight, grabbed a purple-brown long sword in his hand, and swung it directly towards the Primordial Sword.
There was a local sound, and the two swords collided in the air, making a loud noise.
Wang Fan and Zhang Yuan began to back away at the same time.
Zhang Yuan's expression was a little shocked, obviously he did not expect that Wang Fan's strength would be so great.
You know, he still has two companions. In this case, Wang Fan didn't dare to attack him with all his strength.
Zhang Yuan was shocked, and Wang Fan was equally shocked.
Because his Primordial Divine Sword could not cut Zhang Yuan's long sword unexpectedly.
From this point of view, Zhang Yuan's long sword must also be an immortal emperor-level magic weapon.
But soon Wang Fan was relieved that this is the Eastern Region after all, and it is not a corner of Wangyun Palace. It does not seem to be a strange thing for the immortal monks here to come up with the immortal emperor grade magical instruments.
Wang Fan and Zhang Yuan collided with each other, instead of continuing to pursue them, they dodge and retreat.
Almost as soon as his figure retreated, a long knife slashed at where he was before.
With a piercing sound, a small crack was torn in the air.
Wang Fan was in a cold sweat, but he didn't feel the slightest pause. With his toes in the air, he walked towards the Tubing on the other side.
The three immortals on the seventh floor are named Zhang Yuan, Tu Ting, and Yuan Sheng.
The previous knife was made by Yuan Sheng.
Tu Ting's eyes were cold when he saw Wang Fan coming.
His weapon is also a long sword, without the slightest retreat, the long sword pierced through the air, tearing out a series of sword flowers, and slashed towards Wang Fan.
However, Wang Fan did not face him head-on, but at the moment his sword was about to slash Wang Fan, his display space moved and disappeared in place.
When Wang Fan disappeared, Tu Ting's expression immediately couldn't help but change.
He felt a breath of danger.
However, when he reacted, Wang Fan had already appeared behind him and stabbed him with a sword.
"Be careful!"
"Rewind!"
Seeing this scene, Zhang Yuan and Yuan Sheng's faces changed.
Tu Ting's expression also suddenly became filthy.
He frantically agitated Xianyuan, and twisted his body to avoid it.
But it is still slower.
With a sneer, the Primordial Divine Sword pierced his right shoulder directly, cutting off his entire right arm.
"what!"
A sad scream resounded through the air.
But Wang Fan did not give Tu Ting a chance to breathe.
He drew close to Tu Ting's body in an instant, and slashed again with a sword.
With a sneer, Tu Ting's whole person was directly torn into pieces.
A fairy on the seventh floor fell.
The monks around were shocked to see this scene.
Their hearts thumped and jumped wildly.
Especially the people who had chased and killed Wang Fan before, had extremely strong fear in their hearts.
powerful!
It is too powerful!
Obviously there is only the fifth level of Xianzun, but he can easily kill the seventh level.
Such characters, even in the entire Eastern Region, are rare.
"kill!"
When Yuan Sheng and Zhang Yuan saw this scene, their faces were extremely difficult to look.
Three people besieged Wang Fan, but Wang Fan killed one person, which is absolutely a shame.
They roared and rushed towards Wang Fan frantically.
However, Wang Fan didn't confront them at all, and rushed towards the sky.
At the same time, the Primordial Excalibur in his hand began to wave quickly.
"Excalibur first style!"
With a roar that looked like thunder, the Primordial Excalibur fell from the sky, causing a roar.
The endless sword light crossed the sky, slashing towards Zhang Yuan and Yuan Sheng.
The weapons in the hands of the two men slashed out crazy.
In the sound of a bang, although they had smashed the first form of Wang Fan's Excalibur, they were also forced to retreat hundreds of feet.
With the improvement of Wang Fan's cultivation base and the improvement of his understanding of sword intent, his eight styles of divine sword are no longer what they used to be.
Even if it is only the first form, the power is extremely powerful.
"Excalibur second style."
However, as soon as the two talents counteracted the power of the first form of the Excalibur, Wang Fan's second form of the Excalibur was already cut down.
With two bangs, even though the two had tried their best to resist, there were still several more wounds on their bodies.
This time, the two retreated thousands of feet to stabilize their figures.
Their eyes looking at Wang Fan were no longer as fearless as before, but a strong jealousy and fear emerged.
They already knew that the two of them were no match for Wang Fan at all.
If this fight continues, they will undoubtedly die.
Seeing that Wang Fan was still wielding the Primordial Sword, and his aura became stronger and stronger, the expressions of the two changed.
"Stop, stop!!! We admit it, we are willing to hand over the space ring!"
Zhang Yuan no longer had the idea of ​​continuing to fight, and shouted frantically regardless of his image.
Tiantian, Wang Fan's movements were slightly choked, and he smiled, "Acknowledge the plant? Hand over the space ring?"
Zhang Yuan nodded, "Yes!"
"Okay." Wang Fan nodded, but the next second, the Primordial Sword in his hand was cut down again.
Zhang Yuan just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Wang Fan say yes, but at this moment, Wang Fan's third style of the sword fell.
"You--" At this moment, Zhang Yuan's eyes were almost split.
It's just that he couldn't resist Wang Fan's third style of the sword at all, and was directly chopped into powder by a sword.
At this point, only Yuan Sheng was left on the seventh floor of the three immortals.
Although Yuan Sheng was not dead, he was also seriously injured.
He did not run away, but resisted the fear, looked at Wang Fan and said:
"Wang Fan, I am a member of the San Xiu Sect. Now that you have offended the Ning Gu Huang family, do you want to offend me San Xiu Sect?"
"If that's the case, I'm sure, even if there is a martial palace guarding you, you will not escape death!"
Yuan Sheng was scared.
He was really scared.
He never thought that Wang Fan would be so powerful.
Wang Fan did not rush to do anything, but looked at Yuan Sheng and said, "Oh? Are you threatening me?"
Yuan Sheng shook his head, "I dare not threaten, I'm just telling the truth."
"Really?" Wang Fan smiled, "But I have killed both of them now. Even if you don't kill you, you won't let me go for casual repairs, right?"
He also glanced at the monks around him, "What's more, there are still so many people who have seen me killing them. Even if you want to hide it, you can't help it, right?"
Yuan Sheng nodded, "It is true, but I can kill them."
As soon as these words came out, the faces of the surrounding monks all changed.
Even Wang Fan couldn't help his face change slightly.
Murder?
You know, there are at least hundreds of monks here. Does this guy want to kill them all? The most important thing is, can he kill it?
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