Chapter 220: Monstrous killing intent

The second 20 chapters monstrous killing intent
Hearing Xue Yulong's words, Xiao Fan's eyes were extremely cold, and a murderous intent spread from him. He finally knew why the Qi Dynasty people were so confident.
"The third child, what's the matter?" The fat man looked very solemn, he understood Xiao Fan's personality, and he was definitely not a person who flinched.
Not only the fat guys were puzzled, but the crowd watching the battle was also extremely puzzled. Why didn't they give up before the match?
"Warlord! Among them, there are two warlords!" Xiao Fan's face was gloomy, his eyes fixed on two of the five people opposite.
"What?" The Fatty exclaimed at the same time.
King of War? How could it be possible that the entire Xueyue dynasty, as well as the twelve affiliated dynasties, the younger generation, there is absolutely no strong king of war, and where did this king of war emerge from?
They knew that Xiao Fan could not be joking about this matter, and there was no need to lie to them.
Xiao Fan's icy eyes stared at one of the six, a man and a woman. The two were still sitting at Xue Yulong's table before. Xiao Fan confirmed their identities from the eyes.
These two people, as well as a man and a woman upstairs in Yingxue Tower, are the young generation of strong men from the Great Li Emperor Dynasty, and only the Great Li Emperor has such a strong foundation and cultivated such a young strong person.
A strong king of war is enough for them to eat one pot, let alone two?
Xiao Fan finally understood why Xue Yulong allowed himself to act for the Great Yan Dynasty. It turned out that there was such a pit waiting for him to jump?
From what Xue Yulong said just now, Xiao Fan knew that it didn't matter to them whether to surrender or not, because Xue Yulong would never let him go, and people from the Qi Dynasty would never give up.
"The King of War? How could there be such a young King of War in the Qi Dynasty?" The crowd was also shocked and didn't react for a while.
Upstairs in Yingxue, Xue Yuxuan's face sank: "Brother Three Emperors, when can the Academy not surrender? I have never heard of this rule."
"This is the new rule set for this session." Xue Yulong said with a smile, "They can surrender, but they must abolish the cultivation base and erase the battle spirit."
"You!" Xue Yuxuan was anxious, but helpless. He wanted to save Xiao Fan unless he let the king of war take action. However, other families and officials would not participate in the fight between the two brothers, at most they would only secretly support it.
Moreover, the people behind Xue Yulong were from the emperor's dynasty, and the family of Xueyue dynasty naturally knew that they could only open one eye and close one eye.
"Eight Emperor Brother, take a good look. You can't miss this wonderful battle." Xue Yulong smiled faintly, but there was a hint of coldness in his eyes. Turning to look at Xiao Fan in the distance, he said coldly in his heart: "Huh, this It is the end of a fight against this palace. Not only will you die, the fat man will also die. When this palace becomes the emperor, Dayan will be destroyed again, and the dogs and dogs will not stay."
Feeling the murderous aura on Xue Yulong, Yingfeng and Xue enchanting frowned. The two looked at each other, as if guessing what the other party was thinking, Yingfeng suddenly quietly left Yingxue Tower.
On the river surface, the five Xiao Fan and the Qi dynasty were tit-for-tat, and none of them acted.
"Nine Emperors?" Suddenly, one of the young men in white clothes looked at the fat man and asked tentatively.
Hearing these words, the fat man's pupils shrank slightly, and his body trembled. This name is so familiar, he has forgotten a lot in the past three years, and he did not expect to hear it again here.
He finally knew why there was a strong king of war on the opposite side. It turned out that it was someone who had left the imperial court.
"Are you calling me?" Fatty's expression quickly returned to calm, "My name is Fatty, not the Nine Emperors."
"The nine emperors are joking, do you have another name for the barbarian king? Am I right?" The white-clothed youth was not angry either. Although he was not quite sure of the fat man's identity, he had already believed a little bit, "I believe, the emperor I will be very happy to see you alive with all the emperors."
"Hey, are you here to chat?" The fat man narrowed his eyes slightly, and said impatiently.
"Sure enough, the nine emperors are still so impatient, then accept your wishes and make a quick decision." The white-clothed youth grinned and appeared in front of Xiao Fan instantly.
"Youngest, be careful!" Fatty's expression changed wildly, and it was indeed the strength of the King of War. This speed was too fast.
Xiao Fan's back was chilly, and he stepped on Xue Wuhen to escape. Fortunately, he kept staring at the young man in white clothes and the woman in the purple skirt, otherwise he would really fall here.
"puff!"
However, Qu Lin was not so lucky. The woman in the purple skirt flashed herself and appeared in front of him, and a purple glow crossed his neck and blood spurted out wildly.
"Lin'er!" Qu Xuan roared on the shore, and a powerful aura burst out, rushing towards the distance.
"Bold!" An angry shout sounded, and several figures suddenly blocked Qu Xuan's path, and everyone exuded the aura of a war king.
Obviously, Xue Yulong had made all preparations long ago, just to find an excuse to kill Xiao Fan and Fatty.
He didn't need so many excuses to kill Xiao Fan, but he was afraid of being a fat man, so he deliberately cleared the court for those who had left the imperial court.
"Qu Xuan!" Wu Lao flashed up beside Qu Xuan and gave him a look.
Qu Xuan gritted his teeth and forced himself to calm down. He knew that it was impossible for him to avenge Qu Lin. The opponent's background was too big and his strength was very strong.
If the confrontation continues, he will die too! It's not that Qu Xuan is afraid of death, but once he himself dies, who can avenge his son Qu Lin?
"You killed Qu Lin!" Zhao Wubing and Yun Luoyu trembled. The strength of the King of War Realm was too terrifying, and they had no room to fight back.
"Don't worry, it will be your turn soon." The woman in the purple skirt licked her blood-stained fingers and looked at Zhao Wubing and Yun Luoyu evilly. The two shivered, feeling cold all over.
"Be careful!" Suddenly, the fat man shouted and blasted Zhao Wubing's head with a punch, which scared Zhao Wubing very much.
boom!
With a blast, the fat man stopped with a punch, and the void seemed to be blocked by something. Then, the figure of the woman in the purple skirt slowly melted and appeared in another place.
"As expected to be the Nine Emperor Son, still so powerful!" The purple skirt woman grinned, full of evil and murderous intent.
"Second, can you stop him?" Xiao Fan said with cold eyes, pointing to the evil charm woman in purple skirt, Qu Lin's death made him murderous, after all, Qu Lin once saved his life.
"Give it to me!" The fat man gritted his teeth, and the Ninth-Rank Battle Soul King Kong Hercules screamed out, screaming at the sky, shaking the void.
"Nine... Nineth-Rank Battle Spirit?" The surrounding cultivators took a breath when seeing this, even Lou Aotian and Xue Yulong's pupils trembled slightly.
"Sure enough, it is the Nine Emperor Son!" The evil charm woman in the purple skirt said with a grin.
"Yun Luoyu, Zhao Wubing, you killed the three of them! Give it to me and my second child here." Xiao Fan said in a deep voice. The next moment, the ghost war spirit appeared, and the whole body burst into endless murderous aura, like a flame Generally burning.
"Okay." Yun Luoyu and Zhao Wubing took a deep breath and nodded. They knew that if they wanted to live, they had to solve the two kings. The other three people were also very likely to threaten them and must be solved as soon as possible.
"Listen to what you mean, you still want to kill me, we can't?" The white-clothed youth looked at Xiao Fan playfully.
"How can you know if you don't try it?" Xiao Fan looked cold, stepped on the ethereal steps, and slammed the white-clothed youth like lightning.