Chapter 1619: One person, one sword

One person, one sword
When everyone heard Xiao Fan's words, although they were extremely angry, they were unable to refute them. Some people had regrets in their hearts and knew that Xiao Fan should not be blamed.
Every time Xiao Fan killed a person, they were less dangerous, which was equivalent to helping them.
But they were still blaming Xiao Fan, and if they were themselves, they would probably be even more angry.
Xiao Fan's failure to attack them was already quite tolerable.
"A group of waste that eats inside and out, deserves it if you die!" Zhuo Tianhong suddenly turned into a human form and appeared next to Xiao Fan. He didn't want to make a move.
The truth is that these people are nothing too much. If you help them, you can only get revenge.
Xiao Fan stood with his hand in his hand, looked at the ancient cultivators indifferently, and said, "You blame the main hall master, you should have your thoughts."
"Dian Master Xiao really understands righteousness!" Seeing this, the ancient cultivator was overjoyed. Is there a chance for things to change?
They had seen Xiao Fan's strength with their own eyes, and within a dozen breaths, they had killed one or two hundred people. If he was willing to make a move, they would be saved.
"Young Master!" Zhuo Tianhong also looked at Xiao Fan in surprise. He understood Xiao Fan's behavior, and he shouldn't be such a bad talent.
Xiao Fan looked at the ancient well without any emotions, and continued: "These hundreds of people who use the power of the gods are forced out by the master of the temple, and the master of the temple will solve them himself. As for the rest, you have to wait for yourself. Up."
As soon as these words came out, the ancient monks suddenly felt cold, as if they had been poured with cold water from the beginning to the end.
There are only three to four hundred people who use the power of the gods. There are as many as two thousand monks in the Temple of War. Excluding these, there are still about 1,500.
Since the Ling Family and Dugu Family monks entered the seventh floor, they only had three hundred people left. Now they are one opponent to five, so how can they be opponents.
escape?
This is the first thought that flashes through many people's minds, but the sixth floor is already dangerous, so this entrance is relatively safe.
Moreover, the sixth floor space is not particularly large, and it is not so easy to escape. When they are broken up, they will only die faster.
But if you don't flee, with one enemy and five, they are even more unlikely to be opponents.
For a time, the ancient monks were in a dilemma. They are now praying, hoping that their young master can come.
Like Murong Mingyue, it is also one of the ten evil evildoers anyway. If he wants to leave, it is not difficult, but many members of the Murong family are here. If he leaves like this, these people must die here.
The most depressed people are the Huangfu family. Their young master, Huangfu Tianyou, was directly scared off by Zhuo Tianhong, leaving them here to die.
"Zhuo Tianhong, don't waste these vitality and vitality. You can't break through the Eight Transformation God of War, and it's not bad to condense into the vitality pearl." Xiao Fan gave Zhuo Tianhong a meaningful look.
After all, Xiao Fan flashed his body and rushed towards the monk with four or five hundred powers of the gods. Don't think that Xiao Fan took a long time to open the passage, but it was only one or two breaths.
Zhuo Tianhong looked at Xiao Fan's back, recalling Xiao Fan's words just now, and a slight thump in his heart, "Yes, Young Master."
At this moment, Xiao Fan had already rushed into the crowd with the Shura sword in his hand. These people had used the power of the gods, and he did not dare to perform soul attacks without authorization, and could only rely on the Shura sword in his hand.
For others, many people may be useful, but in front of Xiao Fan, it has no meaning at all.
His speed can crush the cultivators of the same rank. The strength of these people may indeed hurt Xiao Fan, but it is almost impossible to keep up with Xiao Fan's speed unless Xiao Fan's divine power is exhausted.
As for the desire to exhaust Xiao Fan’s divine power, the third Zhan’s first chased Xiao Fan for days and nights, and it was only on the verge of exhaustion. These battle sacred realms wanted to exhaust Xiao Fan’s divine power. Lying on the ground.
"kill!"
The cultivators of the Temple of War also got red eyes and became crazy. The terrifying sword aura and sword light flooded the void, and they were all controlled by the samsara, and this body was almost not theirs.
It has to be said that after using the power of the gods, their strength has indeed improved a lot, but as long as they have not entered the realm of the gods of war, Xiao Fan has no scruples.
To kill the God of War realm, he must erase his fate, which is hidden in the crystal of divine power, and the crystal of divine power is hidden in the soul space of the eyebrow.
In other words, there is only one possibility to kill the God of War Realm, that is, a sword penetrates the center of the eyebrows, or a strange method is used to shatter the life grid. There is no other possibility. This is also the power of the power of the God of War realm.
Because the strong of the God of War, even if the heart is broken and the internal organs are shattered, they will not die in a short period of time, and they can slowly recover through divine power, but only a little longer.
As for the Battle Saint Realm, there is no need to be so troublesome. If you just seal your throat with a sword, you will definitely die.
Puff puff~
Lines of blood bloom, just like the enchanting petals blooming in the void, gorgeous and enchanting.
One person, one sword, completely became the nightmare of the monks in the Temple of War, scared many people no longer have the will to fight, but unfortunately the power of the gods is not so easy to use, and now their bodies no longer listen to their own orders.
The ancient monks glanced at Xiao Fan's gaze from time to time. However, few people were able to catch Xiao Fan's trace. The only place Xiao Fan had passed was the corpse and blood.
Everyone was terrified, and was shocked by Xiao Fan's killing methods.
Same rank as ants!
Not to mention only four to five hundred people, or four to five thousand people, probably not enough for Xiao Fan to kill.
"Impossible, how could he be so strong?" Murong Mingyue's pupils trembled, and his heart kept roaring.
Some time ago, he had fought against Xiao Fan. Although Xiao Fan was strong, he was not strong enough to scare him.
But today, Murong Mingyue is truly terrified. For so many years, even Zhan Huangtian and Ye Qingcheng have not scared him in the face of monks of the same rank.
Slowly, the fighting around him stopped, and everyone's eyes were on the battlefield where Xiao Fan was. This has become Xiao Fan's performance alone.
The people in the Temple of War were completely frightened. They wanted to escape, but they didn't dare to escape. They couldn't complete the task, and they all would die.
There were only two hundred of the ancient monks left, but they had forgotten their fear and escape. There was only shock in their hearts, shocking Xiao Fan's terrifying strength.
Time slowly passed. After half a cup of tea, Xiao Fan finally stopped killing. On the ground under his feet, the ground was stained with blood, and the corpse stood out, shocking.
Everyone who used the power of the gods was dead, and was beheaded by Xiao Fan alone!
The crowd swallowed their saliva, and some of them couldn't help but wipe their eyes, unable to believe what they saw.
At this moment, there is only one picture in everyone's eyes.
A young man in a black robe, holding a blood sword, stood in the corpse mountain alone, his back was as straight as pine, and his long black hair was dancing in the wind, elegant and free and easy.
The black robe is clean and neat, without any blood, as if the killing just now had nothing to do with him.
A drop of blood slid over the blood sword, extremely scarlet and coquettish, the blood drop slipped gently, as if the blood was too dirty and the Shura sword had not swallowed it.
At this moment, one person and one sword seem to have become eternal.