Chapter 3857: crazy

"You are looking for death!" Seeing the torture attack on Wang Fan, A-Lian immediately became furious when she was stopped by the cultivator of Qianshuizong.
She grabbed her right hand, and her portable soft sword suddenly appeared in her hand, and then a sword struck the surrounding Qianshuizong monks.
The terrifying sword-intent killing momentum swept away in an instant, stirring towards those Qianshuizong cultivators.
The power of Alian's sword was several times stronger than that of previous shots.
Those Qianshuizong monks felt the terrifying sword power, their expressions changed drastically, but at this moment, they couldn't avoid it at all.
Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi!
After several explosions, the three monks were directly strangled by the sword, and their bodies were torn into nothingness. Five or six monks staggered back, all suffering injuries of varying degrees.
As for the other three or four cultivators, although they were not injured, they were still very embarrassed.
If it hadn't been for them to retreat in time, coupled with the fact that a companion in front of them blocked the sword, I'm afraid they would have been injured.
Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked.
Obviously, he did not expect that A-Lian would be so terrified.
More than a dozen talented cultivators of Qianshuizong were besieging them, but they were able to do so, which is simply too abnormal.
After repelling these monks, A-Lian rushed towards Wang Fan without even thinking about it. However, it was already too late.
A fist of the torture was blasted out, and the terrible fist swept through the air, setting off a wave of terror.
Under that monstrous fist, it seemed that everything in front of him would be blasted into nothingness.
However, Wang Fan remained motionless, as if he hadn't noticed it at all.
However, just when the force of the torture fist was about to fall on Wang Fan, there was a buzzing sound, but a violent sword intent suddenly emerged from Wang Fan's body.
After the sword intent appeared, a long dragon formed in an instant, rushing toward that fist.
Boom boom boom boom!
The sound of the explosion sounded again, and countless stegosaurus was smashed into pieces by the fist, but under this consumption, the power of the fist was much smaller.
Bang!
With a sound, the remaining power of the fist fell on Wang Fan, and Wang Fan immediately spouted a mouthful of blood and flew out.
A large part of his chest was sunken, and his face was extremely pale.
Watching this scene, the torture was slightly surprised.
He also didn't expect that a sword protection body would emerge from Wang Fan's body at a critical time.
He didn't even expect that Wang Fan was not killed by that punch.
However, even if Wang Fan hadn't been bombarded and killed, he didn't care anymore.
The current Wang Fan has been injured, and the monks on their side are still in their peak state.
In this case, he didn't believe that Wang Fan could contend with them.
Wang Fan looked at the torture and others with cold eyes, and his heart was filled with endless anger.
Previously, if he hadn't urged the sword guard madly at a critical time, he would have been killed now.
"Who are you?" Wang Fan's voice was extremely cold, and his aura was already rising when he spoke.
No matter who these people are, the killing intent is already in his heart.
These people must die!
"Who?" Yu Xing sneered, "You have heard clearly, the deity is a disciple of Guanghan Sect. You even dared to hurt my Guanghan Sect genius in a casual cultivation. Today is your death date."
"Go together, kill him!"
After all, the torture didn't bother to talk nonsense anymore, greeted everyone directly, and then took the lead in killing Wang Fan.
As the evildoer of the Guanghan Sect, how can he not know that Wang Fan is delaying time?
He didn't intend to give Wang Fan a chance at all.
"Guanghanzong?" Wang Fan's eyes were even colder, "It seems that Zhao Yingcai made his head."
"Originally, I didn't want to provoke you Guanghanzong, and I have spared his life. Now it seems that I am still too kind."
Wang Fan said coldly, he had already stepped forward and faced the punishment.
This guy gave him a punch, then he will punch this guy too.
The sound of the wind and thunder moved, and Wang Fan felt as if it were a thunder and lightning.
His fist was raised, and then he banged out with a punch.
"Looking for death!" And facing Wang Fan, he didn't have the slightest fear. With a grin, the immortal yuan inside his body exploded, and he also blasted out with a punch.
Bang!
The sound of horror resounded across the sky, and the endless fairy yuan exploded.
The torture only felt a terrifying force pouring into the body, and the whole person flew out involuntarily.
Chi Chi Chi Chi!
Several mouthfuls of blood spurted out of his mouth, and his face turned pale in an instant.
At the same time, the other cultivators of the Guanghan Sect had already killed Wang Fan.
The sword, light and sword shadow cut through the void, set off Ling Li's killing force, and killed Wang Fan.
At this moment, Wang Fan, at the center of the attacks of those monks, suddenly became a target.
If this were to be hit, he would definitely be sieved into a sieve in an instant and torn into dust.
However, Wang Fan's expression was extremely calm, as if those attacks were not aimed at him. Just when those attacks were about to fall on him—
"The space has moved a lot!"
A low and inaudible voice came from Wang Fan's mouth, and then the void fluctuated, and he instantly disappeared in place.
Boom boom boom!
After losing the target, the attacks of the cultivators of the Guanghan Sect collided with each other, causing a loud noise.
The scene was filled with smoke and dust, which instantly flooded the area.
"do you died?"
"It's scary, it seems that the genius can't live."
"Being besieged by so many monks, suspended."
"It's a pity such a genius."
Those monks who had been driven to the edge saw this scene, they couldn't help being terrified, and couldn't help whispering.
Because Wang Fan's speed was too fast, they didn't notice Wang Fan's disappearance at all, so they didn't know that Wang Fan had already moved away at a critical moment.
The cultivators of Guanghan Sect, looking at the center of the smoky storm, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
With such power, let alone Wang Fan, even if the immortal emperor powerhouse is hit, I am afraid he will not be spared, right?
"Are you dead?" a monk could not help but ask with lingering fears.
"Should be dead?" Another monk replied.
Wang Fan was so terrible, he was not much weaker than A Lian at all.
After being attacked and injured by the torture, he was still able to blast his torture with a punch, which is simply too horrible.
They couldn't believe how terrifying it would be if Wang Fan had not been attacked and injured by the torture.
However, as soon as the two monks' voices fell, they heard the shocking voices of the surrounding monks.
"Ah, how is this possible?"
"He He-"
Before the cultivators of Qianshuizong came back to their senses, they had already noticed that a terrifying killing intent had already locked themselves crazily.
"Trash, let me die."
I saw Wang Fan roaring low, the Primordial Divine Sword in his hand had torn out one after another horrible sword light, which directly rolled towards them.
At this moment, Wang Fan's eyes were cold and extremely awe-inspiring.
He blasted out eighteen swords in one breath, and these eighteen swords were the first eighteen styles of Jian Gu's 108 style sword intent.
Sword intent swept away, and the cultivator Qianshuizong began to retreat frantically, and at the same time frantically used their own means to resist.
However, even so, there were still four or five cultivators who were directly beheaded on the spot in the sound of scoffing.