Chapter 2581: Murderous

The huge desolate beast, like a dragon and a horse, is covered with thick scales, and each piece is like an ancient sharp blade, dazzling. ?
This is a kind of creature peculiar to the Dharma and Heavenly Dynasty, the "Zhaojialongma".
In the Faxiang Dynasty, the Zhaojia dragon horse is very common. Whether you are a nobleman or a casual repairer, you must have a Zhaojia dragon horse, just like a mortal horse, and similarly, a Zhaojia dragon horse is also like a mortal horse. Horses are divided into many types and appearances.
And at this moment, the Zhaojia dragon horse that rushed out was the first class of the Fa-xiang Dynasty. It was called the champion horse, with its head raised like a dragon, and its scales resembled a giant scorpion. It was born with four original seas of qi and was extremely fierce. Once domesticated, But it is a top-notch mount.
On the back of this huge Zhaojialong horse, the handsome man with a wicked smile looked a little small, but his majestic vitality should not be underestimated.
One of the Four Young Masters of Kyoto, the youngest son of the Minister of War, is known as the "Taixian" Fanyi.
In the streets and alleys, many cultivators immediately scattered and avoided, and several kings walked away silently, and then coldly looked at Fan Yi and the young people who were obviously targeted by Fan Yi.
"Faxiang Tianchao Fan Clan, the Taizu era was a powerful party, supporting the Taizu with meritorious service, belonging to a marginal family among the founding heroes, but good at managing, it has grown bigger and bigger over the years, and today's war minister is even more profound. Trusted by the emperor, he has a good friendship with Chu Yunshan. His youngest son, Brahma Yi, has an extraordinary talent. He enlightened Dao at the age of nine and stepped into the realm of the heavenly origin, and he stepped into the realm of the king on his thousandth birthday.
In the Yujing Pavilion, Prince Yong used the spirit of God as his mouth, and in the short and short Xu Mijian, he made the Fan Clan's words clear, without even looking out the window, showing his understanding of the various wealthy children of the Dharma and Heavenly Dynasty.
The seventh princess' eyes flickered, looking at Princess Nandian and the young man, she didn't know what she was thinking.
Only the champion Hou, still calm and calm, smiled.
Zhaojia Longma is coming soon.
The princess of Nandian frowned, stepped forward, and the law of vitality dispersed one after another, revealing the deity, as a princess, to stop the freshly clothed angry horse of the four young people in Kyoto.
But she didn't wait for Princess Nandian to actually walk in front of Meng Fan.
Zhaojia Longma, broken.
The broken pieces are silent, the flesh and blood are scattered, only a skeleton is left, standing in place, the bones are crystal clear, very shiny, like the most natural jade.
On the back of Zhaojialong Horse, Fanyi had fallen to the ground, unable to move, but opened his eyes wide, and blood spurted from his mouth. The shape was extremely terrifying, and the turbulent laws gathered into a torrent and crushed on him. Turned into a big mountain.
Moreover, this big mountain is still going down and down, like a grinding disc, grinding Fan Yi's body, peeling his flesh and blood layer by layer.
The streets and alleys were completely silent, only the sound of the law crushing, and silent eyes watching.
Princess Nandian frowned and looked at Meng Fan behind her.
Meng Fan, expressionless, just stretched out a hand and hovered in the air, slowly suppressing it.
"Meng Gongzi..." Princess Nandian used the lowest voice, almost whispering, very tightly trying to say something.
However, she did not wait for Princess Nandian to speak.
Meng Fan's voice has been heard.
It's very light, but it reaches everyone's ears clearly.
"Can you kill it."
Four words export.
Meng Fan turned his head and looked at the princess of Nandian next to him: "Whether he is just a wealthy child with fresh clothes and angry horses, or has some purpose, in any case, he has murderous intent on me, because I will give you face, let me ask you something. , Can you kill it."
Princess Nandian's face was gloomy: "He is..."
"Can't kill?" Meng Fan spoke without waiting for the princess to finish. "it is good."
Stop talking.
Five fingers close together.
Fanyi, the servant of the Ministry of War, one of the four youngest in Kyoto, and the "talented immortal" who became the king at thousands of years, his limbs were silently separated from the body, a vertical line, like a vertical eye, appeared on the center of Fanyi's eyebrows. It was a moment. Entering the seal of the soul, everyone in the realm of the gods can feel the horror of the seal, which severely stung Fan Yi's spirit and severely damaged his spirit and martial arts.
And the most terrifying thing is that Fan Yi was strongly suppressed, no sound came out, and his face, his eyes cracking, his teeth, even biting too hard, had fallen out of his mouth.
His eyes swirled with strong hatred, staring at Meng Fan, wishing to swallow him alive.
A moment ago, Fanyi was still a young master in Kyoto who galloped behind the top Mega Dragon Horse.
At this time, it was already a dog in extreme distress.
Meng Fan looked at Fanyi's eyes and said softly: "This person's hatred for me is overwhelming."
The princess of Nandian gritted her teeth and whispered: "He is the son of the Minister of War of the Faxiang Tian Dynasty."
"I am not a person from the Dharma and Heavenly Dynasty." Meng Fan said, walking forward step by step, getting closer and closer to Fanyi. "I know that as long as he is alive, even if he has a breath, he will use all his mind to figure out me. Although such a weak king is nothing in my eyes, I can't stand another hang on my head. The top sword, even if it's just a wooden sword."
Hearing these words, many hidden onlookers took a breath.
Princess Nandian also reacted immediately, exclaiming: "No!"
"I gave him a chance to survive. He doesn't cherish it. If I close my eyes, I certainly can't kill." Meng Fan's voice fell.
The clenched fist suddenly opened again.
Fan Yi's whole body is torn apart!
Even the spirits were fragmented, with only a light strand, swiftly fleeing outward.
When Meng Fan saw it, he stretched out his hand to grab it.
"You want to cut the grass and roots?"
With a roar, it fell from the sky, and then a big hand covered the strand of remnant soul in the sky. He was a handsome, handsome middle-aged man wearing a flying fish pattern dragon official uniform. He saved the strand of remnant soul!
At the same time, over the originally prosperous streets and alleys, there appeared a lot of guards riding on the Mega Dragon Horses, densely packed, thousands of them, all half-step God Kings, and the leading generals were in the realm of God Kings, with aggressive momentum , Black clouds are overwhelming the city.
The man in the official uniform, the aura on his body is even more powerful, as if he is the King of Two Tribulations!
"The Minister of War?" Meng Fan muttered to himself, taking a half step out of the void, and the whole person disappeared in the sky.
In the Yujing Pavilion, the seventh princess asked in surprise: "He still wants to make a move?"
Champion Hou had a strange smile on his face, and that smile turned out to be very excited.
"The Princess of Nandian has invited a God King of Three Tribulations, who is still a domineering God King of Three Tribulations!"
The excited voice of the champion Hou mellowed and frustrated.
And at the moment.
Meng Fan, who had shattered the vacuum and reappeared, had reached the front of the Minister of War, tapped a finger, and the strong vitality was spinning wildly.
The gaze of the Minister of War just retracted. He was extremely angry. The moment he saw that finger, he knew that he could not dodge or resist. The anger on his face immediately dissipated, and he turned to a shocked expression!