Chapter 882: A group of chickens

and dogs
The reward for hunting Xiao Fan instantly changed from 500,000 best soul stones to 1 million. Under the reward, there must be a brave man.
As soon as these words came out, the crowd became agitated again. One million soul stones of the best quality were a huge wealth for many families under the Great Heaven, not to mention those monks without power.
"Anyway, the old man is almost dead. It is worth fighting for the family to get a million." An old man showed a resolute look on his face and took the lead in killing Xiao Fan.
When other people saw it, many people took action, as if they were afraid that Xiao Fan's head would be preempted by others.
"Send you off as you wish." Xiao Fan uttered a faint word, the sword of killing and cutting bloomed in the void, directly killing the old man.
The old man is just the peak of the battle emperor, how could it be Xiao Fan's opponent.
After killing the old man, Xiao Fan didn't have any intention to keep his hands. He continued to kill other people. His sword was gently swung, and with every sword swiped, one person died.
And every person dies, there will be a stream of blood seeping into the Shura sword, and the Shura sword looks more and more coquettish.
Xiao Fan didn't seem to be killing people, but cutting vegetables and melons. A warrior cultivator, even his sword aura could not resist, how could he be his opponent.
Even the cultivators in the early stage of the War Emperor were also killed by Xiao Fan with a single sword, and there was no room for fighting back.
However, there are still a few people who can cause some trouble to Xiao Fan, and of course they are just troubles.
In less than half a cup of tea, the broken arms and limbs and corpses under Xiao Fan's feet had long been piled up. With the scale of a small mountain, Xiao Fan stepped on the corpse mountain with a cold expression and no waves in his heart.
He has never regarded these people as opponents, his opponents are the geniuses of the major families, such as the Holy City Eight Horses.
In half a cup of tea, Xiao Fan didn't know how many people had been killed, at least hundreds, and there were people who were not afraid of death constantly rushing up, it was simply death.
Xiao Fan's eyes remained unchanged from beginning to end, cold and merciless, as if it was not a person who had killed him, but a grass.
As the master of the Temple of Asura, he was destined to step on the sea of ​​corpses, and blood flowed into a river under his feet. What counts for these hundreds of people.
Looking at the piles of corpses at his feet, Xiao Fan recalled the scene in the Xueyue Dynasty back then. Wasn't the Yulin Army of the Xueyue Dynasty slaughtered by him like this? It's just that the strength of these people is slightly higher.
And he Xiao Fan, he is no longer in that battle sect realm, now he is already a battle emperor!
After another half a cup of tea, the people in Wushuang Holy City were finally terrified and did not dare to continue attacking Xiao Fan.
Xiao Fan is simply a devil, kills people without blinking, and is completely tireless, no matter how many of them go up!
How can a group of ants bring down an elephant?
Those monks who stood still in the distance had a chill in their hearts. Although it was not them that died, the scene completely scared them.
They were all Wushuang holy city monks. Although they were used to killing so many people at once, it was the first time many people saw so many people like today.
Seeing this scene, Su's sister and brother felt a little horrified in their hearts. Xiao Fan didn't dare to kill you, it was a joke!
"Xiao Fan, you devil, how dare you kill so many people!" Ling Bingdie was also very frightened, his face pale.
"The devil?" Xiao Fan sneered, as if he had heard the biggest joke, and said with disdain: "You are not so stupid to say that you have no brains. You want to kill me. Should I stand here and let you kill?"
Xiao Fan listened too much to these words. In the eyes of the children of their big family, they are the only ones who kill others, but others cannot kill them. There is no such good thing in the world.
"Xiao Fan, you will die miserably!" Ling Bingdie grinned like a mad shrew, then looked at the monks around again: "As long as Xiao Fan is killed, my Ling family promises no change. Reward two million best soul stones!"
Seeing the monks around him dared not move, Ling Bingdie threw out even greater temptation.
Sure enough, many people heard the words, as if blood was boiling, and shook the weapon in the handshake, ready to shoot again.
However, they hadn't moved yet, suddenly waves of sharp sword aura bloomed around them, covering hundreds of people in them.
"Ah~" A sad scream sounded, and blood flew in the void.
Everyone's eyes widened, their surprised eyes all fell on Xiao Fan, and no one expected that he would take the initiative.
"Xiao Fan, you still dare to kill." Ling Bingdie yelled when he saw this, "Everyone, go up together, kill this devil, and avenge the dead holy city monks!"
"Huh?" Xiao Fan grinned, shot again, swiped a sword, and beheaded several people, and said coldly: "Anyone who has been intent on killing me just now, don't even want to leave."
The devil, even if you are a devil, this world is so cruel. For profit, they want to kill me, so why can't I, Xiao Fan, kill them?
Before he finished his words, Xiao Fan's figure disappeared in place, and the crowd could only vaguely see a stream of light flying fast, and wherever he passed, shriveled corpses to the end.
Some people who died didn't even know what happened, so they died, and some people only felt a flash of light passing through their eyes, and they were sealed with a sword. Various methods of death continued.
Slaughter, a thorough slaughter!
Xiao Fan was angry, and a million corpses!
This is the majesty of the Lord Shura. If you don't be angry, you will shake the earth!
"Ah, don't kill me!"
"Run, he's crazy, he kills people when he sees them!"
There were roars and screams endlessly, and the figures of monks fleeing were everywhere.
However, this did not make Xiao Fan stop. Only a moment later, there were thousands of corpses on the ground, and this was just the beginning.
He didn't let anyone who had acted and killed Xiao Fan before. Xiao Fan stopped after a whole incense stick, and the square in front of the Lingyun Chamber of Commerce had long since become an asura field.
The corpse had already reached tens of thousands. The strange thing was that there was not a drop of blood at the scene, and all the blood was absorbed by the Shura sword.
The sound of inhaling air-conditioning sounded from time to time, and many people saw this scene, and they all felt cold.
Thousands of people were killed by Xiao Fan alone within the time of a stick of incense. With such a murderousness and such strength, let alone the Southern Territory, it is looking at the Battle Soul Continent. How many people are there?
If he were to be another person, he would have exhausted his soul power, exhausted his energy, and might even have become crazy. After all, killing so many people, even the mind of the Emperor Realm would become distorted.
However, Xiao Fan didn't take a breath, and his expression was extremely calm, as if he had done a trivial thing.
"A group of native chickens and dogs!" Xiao Fan smiled indifferently, that smile was so merciless, a few drops of blood remaining on the Shura sword transmitted a bright red light, and then slowly penetrated into the sword body, and the blood-colored Shura sword became more and more devilish. Different, sharp.