Chapter 121: Kill my brother, die!

The first two chapters kill my brother, die!
Xiao Fan stepped into the second floor of the Pagoda of Refining the Heart, and in an instant, a rush of murderous air swept across his face. The place where he was located was a vast blood-colored plain, with no end in sight.
Suddenly, in front of him, a phantom jumped out. The phantom held a long sword and pointed at Xiao Fan.
"Is this an illusion?" Xiao Fan looked at the phantom on the opposite side. Judging from the spirit power aura, it should be the post-war master's cultivation base, but the murderous aura exuding from the opponent made Xiao Fan shudder.
"Wow!"
Suddenly, the phantom moved, and they pierced through the air one after another. The speed was so fast that Xiao Fan sucked in cold air. His own speed was not slow, and the opponent was actually similar to him.
"Domineering Tianquan!" Xiao Fan didn't dare to underestimate the opponent, and greeted him with a punch.
The fists and swords collided, and a terrifying wind was set off. Xiao Fan's figure suddenly retreated a few steps, and the tiger's mouth was aching.
Although I know it is an illusion, this feeling is very real.
"If you put it in Yancheng, you might be considered a genius with your strength in the late Battle Venerable Realm." Xiao Fan looked at the opposite phantom indifferently.
In the past few months, there were many monks in the late War Venerable Realm he had fought against, and even the peak of the War Venerable Realm, but they seldom fell behind.
In the same rank, Xiao Fan has almost never encountered an opponent.
Thinking of this, Xiao Fan also paid more attention to the phantom on the opposite side, stepped on his foot, and continued to rush out, appearing in front of the phantom as fast as thunder.
"Feihong Sword!"
This time, Xiao Fan only displayed the second-rank combat skills, and with Xiao Fan's knowledge of combat skills, even with the second-rank combat skills, he also displayed the power of the third-rank combat skills.
"Puff!" Jian Mang cut the phantom's neck, and the phantom suddenly turned into a cloud of smoke, pouring into Xiao Fan's body.
"The second-rank combat skill matches the speed of the Zhan Zun realm. You can kill with one blow only by identifying the opponent's weakness." Xiao Fan squinted his eyes.
As I breathed, the surrounding scenery slowly melted like a scroll, suddenly exposing the surrounding empty cliffs.
At the same time, a huge pressure came on Xiao Fan.
"Lao San, you finally woke up." Fatty's anxious voice sounded.
Xiao Fan turned his head and looked around, but he saw the fat man with his back facing him, covered in blood and panting. There were several figures standing opposite, looking at him with a sneer.
In the corner next to him, there were several people sitting cross-legged on the ground, without any breathing, as if they were asleep, very peaceful, apparently just recently died!
"Zhao Wubing, Luo Chen! You all have to die!" Xiao Fan's expression became cold. How could he not know that the fat man was hit hard by the people opposite him to protect himself.
Fatty was only in the late stage of the Battle Venerable, but the opponents were all at the peak of the Battle Venerable. It is conceivable that Fatty had paid so much to protect him. It was a miracle that Fatty could not die.
As soon as the voice fell, Xiao Fan moved, with a murderous look, whizzing away from him.
"Lao San, be careful, the gravity here is several times that of the outside world, and the speed will be limited!" Fatty Nangong Xiaoxiao quickly reminded, Zhao Wubing and Luo Chen on the opposite side smiled evilly.
Sure enough, Xiao Fan had just taken a step, and a huge pressure was acting on Xiao Fan. Xiao Fan grinned, mobilizing his soul power, his body leaped high, and he slammed his punches, his speed was not reduced by the slightest. .
"Why is this gravity useless to you!" Luo Chen's expression changed, and their speed dropped by at least 30%. Xiao Fan's realm was even lower, and he turned out to be a nonchalant son.
Xiao Fan didn't say a word. At this time, he had a murderous heart. Since getting along with the fat man these days, he had already regarded the fat man as his brother.
Besides, the fat man was injured to protect him. If he is indifferent, why should he be the fat man's brother?
"Thunder fist!" Luo Chen blasted out a fist in a hurry, and the light of lightning was intertwined on his fist, crackling, full of explosive power.
"Endless Fist!"
Xiao Fan gave a soft drink, and the two fists were intertwined, the power of thunder and lightning covered the void, and they collided fiercely, as if they were about to crush the void.
With a bang, Luo Chen's body flew out, slammed against the wall fiercely, blood spurted in his mouth, and his face was extremely pale.
"Why?" The crowd trembled. Luo Chen was ranked fourth in the academy's rankings. He was not even Xiao Fan's opponent. How could they be better than Xiao Fan?
Xiao Fan walked towards Luo Chen step by step, without disguising his murderous intent.
"Xiao Fan, you have to think clearly." Zhao Wubing squinted his eyes, with a threatening tone in his tone.
"roll!"
The only one who responded to him was Xiao Fan's word. Zhao Wubing's expression became stiff, and he didn't dare to speak anymore. He felt a monstrous aura from Xiao Fan. If he angered Xiao Fan, he would even kill him.
"Xiao Fan, you know who my master is, if I die, your family will have to be buried with you!" Luo Chen's mouth was full of blood, and he looked at Xiao Fan with a grim look.
"Who is your master, what is it to do with me? I only know that whoever hurts my brother will die!" Xiao Fan grinned, and the last few words almost roared out every word.
The fat man clenched his fists and smiled knowingly, but his face was full of blood, which looked a little strange.
Luo Chen's pupils shrank, and then a look of horror appeared on his face. At this moment, Xiao Fan didn't get in. He just wanted to kill him, saying too much has no meaning.
Xiao Fan walked towards Luo Chen step by step, his voice was small, but it resounded like thunder!
They believed that Xiao Fan really dared to kill Luo Chen!
"The third child!" Suddenly, the fat man shouted.
Xiao Fan turned his head and looked at Fatty. He didn't know what the Fatty meant. He smiled and said, "How do you want him to die? As long as you say something, you can die any way!"
"Forget it." The fat man shook his head and wiped the blood from his face with his sleeve.
Luo Chen's eyes lit up, he didn't expect things to change, and said in his heart: "As long as I don't die, Lao Tzu will surely cut you all!"
"Forget it?" Xiao Fan frowned, "Did your blood flow in vain? Don't worry, even if his master takes revenge, he must step over my corpse."
The fat man still shook his head, and resolutely said: "My Nangong Xiaoxiao's blood will never flow in vain, but if you kill him, it will dirty your hands."
boom!
To everyone's surprise, the fat man suddenly violently violently slammed Luo Chen's chest with a heavy punch, breaking a dozen ribs directly, and his entire chest collapsed.
The crowd was startled, originally thinking that Fatty was going to persuade Xiao Fan to let Luo Chen go, but no one knew that Fatty took the initiative to kill him.
"You!" Luo Chen spouted out blood, 60% was caused by injuries, and 40% was because of anger.
"Your teacher, remember to ask him to come to me for revenge." The fat man showed a fierce look and said: "Oh, by the way, you have become a ghost, and you can't tell him."
After all, the fat man stomped down, Luo Chen's breastbone was directly broken, and the internal organs turned into a pool of fleshy mud.
"You actually killed Luo Chen!" Zhao Wuyao looked at the fat man in horror. He knew very well who Luo Chen's master was, and that was the strongest person in the Academy of Battle Kings.
The fat man sneered, as if he had changed, and said, "Zhao Wubing, right? You know who Luo Chen's master is, you remember to go back and tell him that if he wants to die, he can come to me!"
"What a big tone! Who do you think you are?" a monk beside Zhao Wubing smiled angrily.
However, Zhao Wuji discovered that the fat man at this moment exuded the majesty and temperament of a superior person. This temperament was not cultivated in a short time, but was nurtured for a long time.
"Okay, I'll inform..." Zhao Wubing took a deep breath and nodded unexpectedly.
"I'm in charge, the grievances between you and the third child are wiped out. Of course, if you don't want to, I can only tell you with the words of my third child, kill my brother, die!" The fat man said solemnly, "Old Three, let's go!"
The fat man walked towards the third floor of the Heart Refining Tower without turning his head. Xiao Fan looked at his back and felt that he did not recognize him. That back was extremely stalwart.