Chapter 424: Roll over and die

The fourth and fourth chapters roll over and die
"Leiyun was killed?"
It took a long time for the crowd to come back to their senses, showing an unbelievable look. Many people rubbed their eyes, thinking it was a dream.
Lei Yuan is the ninth master of the rankings, and the strength of the Battle King Realm actually died in the hands of a young man in the late War King Realm.
On the other hand, Xiao Fan's face was calm and calm, but his face was flushed. The sword just now obviously consumed his soul power extremely.
However, Xiao Fan still won, beheading the ninth strongest.
"Who else wants to die, come again!" Xiao Fan's cold eyes scanned the audience, not beheading Thunder Cloud is not enough to shock them.
His cultivation path is destined to advance in the killing.
The cause and effect of all this was only because Xiao Fan had offended the Imperial League and the Wang Dao League. Until now, one person after another fell under Xiao Fan's sword and became the soul of the dead.
This is the world of the cultivator. Sometimes a word of disagreement will cause many deaths, and sometimes, in order to compete for a little cultivation resource, blood will flow in the same way.
Xiao Fan had already seen through this cruel world, and he didn't show any mercy when he shot.
Jin Tianlei was a good example before. He didn't want to kill them, but they had to take an inch. If they wanted to scare the enemy, they had to kill them with fear.
Who else wants to die, come again!
Xiao Fan's words echoed in the valley like a thunder, and it lasted for a long time.
If there were still people who thought Xiao Fan was arrogant, arrogant, and even self-destructed, now, no one dares to underestimate Xiao Fan, a spiritual temple monk who can kill the ninth master in the rankings. This is already a shocking strength. .
"Boy, killing Leiyun has exhausted your soul power. Today, you still have to die. Remember, the person who killed you is called Li Yi." Suddenly, a figure in a white robe stepped into the air. Appeared in front of Xiao Fan instantly.
A purple sword aura bloomed in the void, cutting the void, and coming straight towards Xiao Fan, trying to cut him into two with one sword.
"It doesn't matter what you are, it's just a dead person. What's the use of remembering your name." Xiao Fan looked disdainful. This Li Yi is very confident. Does he think he is better than Thunder Cloud.
If he were to be a person, even if he could kill Leiyun just now, his soul power might have been exhausted, but now Li Yi is facing Xiao Fan.
Xiao Fan's soul power has become a sea. His soul power is far more vigorous than the ordinary war emperor realm, how can it be easily exhausted, not to mention, the ghost war soul can always absorb the spiritual energy of the world and refine it.
"Blood kill!" Xiao Fan raised his hand with a sword, his body turned in the void, the Shura sword trembled, and within a short time, the blood from below melted into the blood sword behind him.
"No, Li Yi, go back!" At this moment, another figure rushed into the valley in the distance. It was a young man wearing a blue shirt with a sharp face and cold eyes. Around ten years old, there was a cold air radiating from his body.
When Li Yi saw the sword light, he also felt something wrong, as if he was stared at by a poisonous snake all over, and he realized that he was too small for Xiao Fan.
Without any hesitation, Li Yishan retreated to the rear. At the same time, the sword light had arrived. In a hurry, Li Yi swung several swords again and again.
Boom!
Sword Qi surged, the sword in Li Yi's hand suddenly exploded, and his body was lifted by a terrible shock. There was a huge sword mark on his chest, and blood spurted.
Fortunately, he recovered his life, and behind him, a palm suddenly appeared, stabilizing his figure.
"You are not his opponent, we two will go together." The blue-robed youth frowned, and his gaze towards Xiao Fan was not calm.
"I asked you to go together early, don't waste my time, who else, who wants to die, roll up together." Xiao Fan's domineering voice echoed in the valley.
The monks of the Imperial League and the Wang Dao League were very angry, but at this moment, they did not dare to touch their edge.
"Kill you, the two of us are enough." The man in the blue robe smiled coldly, but Yu Guang glanced at the distance. Xiao Fan happened to catch this scene.
There, standing a white-clothed youth, the white-clothed youth was as handsome as jade, and his face was very calm, as if this kind of battle was not in his eyes.
Beside him, standing four or five figures, everyone kept a small distance from him, there was a feeling of being surrounded by stars.
"This talent is the most dangerous." Xiao Fan instantly had an answer in his heart, and also reminded himself.
These allied forces, in order to kill themselves, really many people are dispatched.
At this moment, Wei Tianlang came with a few figures and was slightly surprised to see Xiao Fan alive, but when he saw a corpse on the ground, Wei Tianlang's face became difficult to look.
"Xiao Fan, you are not dead yet!" Wei Tianlang looked at Xiao Fan coldly, then appeared next to Li Yi, "Shi Hanyu, Li Yi, the three of us joined forces to kill him."
"That's what I mean." Blue-robed youth Shi Hanyu smiled coldly.
"Li Yi, Shi Hanyu, why are these two names so familiar?"
"You are stupid, Li Yi is the 21st master in the ranking list, Shi Hanyu is also ranked 18th, and his brother Shi Hanjian is ninth in the ranking list. Although Wei Tianlang stays in the profound palace, his strength is not We are weaker than the top players, this time, Xiao Fan really may not be able to survive."
"That's not necessarily. Even Leiyun can beheaded. Wei Tianlang is really not his opponent."
When the crowd looked at Li Yi and Shi Hanyu, their pupils trembled slightly. Although a small number of people were optimistic about Xiao Fan's strength, most people still believed that Xiao Fan was bound to die.
"Wei Tianlang, I was so scared last time, why is someone borrowing your courage now?" Xiao Fan looked at Wei Tianlang playfully with a look of disdain and mockery.
"Boy, the mouth is powerful, but it doesn't mean that you are strong. Last time, you were the first to attack." Wei Tianlang looked ugly. Although he thought Xiao Fan was strong, the three of them joined forces. Can be killed, how can you be afraid of a Xiao Fan.
"Get here and die!"
Xiao Fan snorted coldly, saying that it was useless, only to see the truth under his hand.
"Sirius Howl!"
Wei Tianlang roared, and a seven-eight-meter-long Xiaoyue Sirius battle spirit appeared above his head. The spirit power was surging, and the surrounding air was cold for several degrees in vain.
I saw Wei Tianlang spit out a sword of ice cold, burst out of the air, and headed straight towards Xiao Fan.
This sword is formed by condensing spirit power, not weaker than the attack of the seventh-rank soul soldier, and its power has reached the seventh-rank combat skill level.
"It's boring." Xiao Fan curled his lips, and the ghost war spirit turned into a black light curtain and rushed up.
"It's really looking for death, this ice-cold sword can kill even the battle soul, how dare you use the battle soul to fight it?" Wei Tianlang sneered.
Others also shook their heads, thinking that Xiao Fantuo is big, Xiao Fan is strong, and the attack of the battle spirit is not weak, but compared to the monk's body, the defense of the battle spirit is not very good.
puff!
The sword of ice was instantly submerged in the ghost war spirit, and everyone was stunned that the sword of ice did not move anymore, just like a small stone thrown into the galloping sea without failing to set off any waves.
"Why?" Wei Tianlang was dumbfounded. How did he know that the ghost war soul can consume soul power, this sword of ice is completely transformed by soul power, how can the ghost war soul be afraid?
"Since you don't make a move, it's my turn now." Xiao Fan left a sentence and turned into an afterimage, heading straight towards Wei Tianlang.
Six more, two more in the afternoon.