Chapter 1617: Powerful soul

Chapter Sixteen Seventh Powerful Soul
Xiao Fan was extremely fast, like a ghost. He stepped on his sword step and held the Shura sword, and quickly shuttled among the cultivators in the Temple of War.
As he said, group battles are not necessarily the opponents of so many people, but when it comes to killing people, Xiao Fan here is second, and no one dares to be first.
Where Xiao Fan passed, the momentum was like a broken bamboo, leaving behind a corpse, and the blood stained the ground.
The crowd couldn't catch his figure at all, and could only see the afterimages flashing in the void.
"Stop him!"
"He is the Asura Palace Master, come on, everyone!"
"If everyone joins forces to kill him, the lord of the palace will reward the of war with a crystal of peak divine power and give him the position of elder."
A warrior temple cultivator recognized Xiao Fan. Not only did he have no fear, but he showed excitement. After all, Xiao Fan could only display the power of the Battle Saint Realm here, even if he was stronger than them, he was not much stronger.
There are more than a thousand of them, and even if they can grind Xiao Fan to death, they naturally have no scruples.
"Good come!" Xiao Fan looked cold, and he attracted the attention of dozens of people alone, but Xiao Fan had no plans to confront them head-on.
puff! One person was torn to pieces by Xiao Fan's sword, and he screamed out without even screaming, but at this moment, a sword light stabbed Xiao Fan's back.
"Haha, I killed him!" A man who attacked Xiao Fan with a sword burst out laughing, so excited he couldn't help himself.
But in just an instant, his voice stopped abruptly, and perhaps he would never be heard again.
"What?" The man widened his eyes and screamed hard in his heart, but unfortunately he couldn't shout, his head flew high, looking at the headless corpse behind him in horror.
that's me? This may be the last thought in the man's mind.
Xiao Fan's expression was indifferent, and a shallow bloodstain appeared on his back. Although he could not use the power of the God of War Realm now, his body was also comparable to divine soldiers, how could they be easily injured.
This scar is just tickling Xiao Fan.
"Is he invulnerable?"
"It's impossible to be invulnerable, so many of the Asura Palace Masters have been killed, he will be no exception!"
"Go together, we must be able to kill him!"
Some people looked at Xiao Fan in horror, while others were confident, and soon recovered and killed Xiao Fan again.
"This killing speed is too slow, I don't know how the soul attacked." Xiao Fan squinted his eyes, and within a short time, a mysterious energy wave rippled from him, instantly enveloping twenty or thirty people in a radius.
Among these people, there are still two war realm cultivators, but with Xiao Fan's current soul strength, as long as he is not at the height of the war god, he has no scruples.
Puff and puff!
Suddenly, a group of figures suddenly fell to the ground, and none of the monks hit by Xiao Fan's soul attack were alive. This method was too weird.
The soul attack is aimed at the human soul and consciousness. The consciousness and soul are destroyed, leaving only the body, which is equivalent to the living dead.
Moreover, a person without consciousness and soul will decay completely and disappear in smoke.
"Soul attack?"
When other people saw Xiao Fan killing dozens of people at once, they all showed horror. They finally knew why Zhan Tianxia had asked them not to underestimate the soul strength of the Lord Shura.
Killing dozens of powerhouses above the peak of the Battle Saint Realm at one time, how powerful this soul is.
Soon someone recovered and shouted: "Everyone attacked him with souls together. We have one or two thousand people here. Even if the souls of one or two hundred people hit his mind, he will definitely not be able to stand it!"
I have to say why the people in the Temple of War got the crystals of divine power, and they were really not afraid of death, and more than a dozen people did not hesitate to release their soul power and crushed towards Xiao Fan.
Others also reacted quickly, and soon more than a dozen people shot, but as many as fifty or sixty.
If the fifty or sixty peak powers of the battle sacred realm, if they release their soul power one by one, it is estimated that they will not be regarded by Xiao Fan.
However, now, fifty or sixty cultivators at the peak of the War God Realm are the soul power released together. How terrifying this power is, it is estimated that the middle and late stages of the War God Realm may not be able to resist it.
Even in the middle of the battle of the Holy Land, it is estimated that only the Six Change God of War can barely resist.
"Things that do not live or die." The corner of Xiao Fan's mouth raised, revealing a cold look of disdain.
In an instant, Xiao Fan directly opened the outline of his eyebrows, which looked like a portal, and the power of the souls of fifty or sixty peak powers in the battle sacred realm instantly rushed into it.
If you let others see it, you will definitely be amazed. The forces of fifty or sixty battle sacred realms are fighting together. He is a four-change God of War, how dare to resist it?
Xiao Fan didn't care, letting the soul attack enter his body, his face was as usual, and he didn't care too much, letting the powerful soul power of fifty or sixty bones attack.
Moreover, the number of people performing soul attacks was still increasing. Xiao Fan stood motionless. As long as it was a soul attack, Xiao Fan would accept everything.
Others looked at Xiao Fan in confusion, did this guy become a fool, or was he suddenly frightened?
If it weren't for feeling that Xiao Fan was still breathing, some people would have guessed that Xiao Fan was already dead.
"Good come!" Xiao Fan's mouth raised slightly, as if the conspiracy had succeeded.
When the voice fell, the whirlpool between Xiao Fan's eyebrows suddenly disappeared. With him as the center, all the monks within a radius of ten feet were deadlocked in place, as if they were lost.
In this matter, in Xiao Fan's palace, there were hundreds of streams of light flashing. Obviously, these were the soul powers that attacked his palace.
"Heaven's evil is especially forgiving, and people must die for evil!" Xiao Fan grinned, a little cruel.
When the mind moved, a huge black shadow flashed through the darkness, and through the faint streamer, one could vaguely see a mouth of a blood basin, which was obviously killing the beast.
Killing the gods is no different from the seven war gods. There is no doubt about killing the souls of some cultivators in the Holy Land.
Wherever he went, all those streamers disappeared, and they were all swallowed up by God Killing.
Refining those soul powers and feeding back to Xiao Fan's soul body, Xiao Fan's current soul strength is no longer weaker than the Six Change God of War.
"Why aren't they moving?" The other monks frowned when they saw the people surrounding Xiao Fan standing motionless.
That is more than a hundred people, isn't it Xiao Fan's opponent for their souls to join forces.
At this moment, these people suddenly screamed, and at the same time, Xiao Fan moved, and he shuttled between the hundred people like a ghost.
Puff puff ~ blood swords shot into the void, staining the surrounding area red, and a corpse fell to the ground.
Although their soul attacks were swallowed by the killing of gods, this at best only caused them to suffer some backlashes, and could not kill them at all.
However, Xiao Fan didn't let go of their plan. He cut off their heads and killed their souls. A head fluttered up, and the blood shot out several feet high like a fountain.
Xiao Fan's methods are simple, fierce, but bloody, and he has no mercy against these people.
In just an instant, more than one hundred people fell to the ground, and more than one hundred headless corpses appeared on the ground. The monks around who were watching were frightened, even the ancient monks were frightened by Xiao Fan's methods.
"Devil, you are the devil!" The people in the Temple of War looked at Xiao Fan, their gazes filled with fear, and they unconsciously stepped back.