The Bloody Soul Reaper was directly submerged into Qin Hongtao's body.
At this time, Fanghua's effect had not disappeared. Qin Hongtao was still moving forward, and the long sword sank deeper, but because time went backwards, the blood did not overflow, and he did not feel pain. However, the passive effect of the Bloody Soul Reaper was activated, and Qin Hongtao's soul was absorbed.
Three seconds passed quickly, Qin Hongtao was seriously injured in an instant, there was still a soul in his body, and both felt pain. Especially for a trace of soul sucked away by the Blood-Hidden Soul Reaper, Qin Hongtao only felt that his realm had begun to regress, and if it continued like this, without Yang Fan's action, his realm would regress to the early Mahayana stage.
"Go ahead, how do you want to die?"
Yang Fan's tone was plain, it seemed that Qin Hongtao could collect it at will.
"Spare my life, I am willing to follow you for three thousand years!"
Qin Hongtao is more than 5,000 years old, and he has entered middle age when converted to his average age. In the remaining five thousand years, he was willing to spend most of his time, which is enough to show that he loves life.
Yang Fan sneered and did not choose to answer him. The golden Suzuonenghu's Budu Royal Soul Sword was cut down in an instant. Qin Hongtao saw it, his face was extremely ugly, and immediately abandoned his body, and his soul quickly escaped from the sword gate.
"Do you think you can run away?"
Fanghua launched again, and Qin Hongtao's soul flew towards Yang Fan at the speed of defecting.
Yang Fan repeated the old trick again, aiming at him with the sword of Budu Royal Soul on his backward trajectory.
"No, let me go, I am willing to be your soul slave."
Seeing that Yang Fan was determined to kill himself, Qin Hongtao finally panicked, and hurriedly begged for mercy when he was still dozens of meters away from the sword of Pudu Imperial Soul.
Puff!
The sword of Budu Royal Soul finally pierced into Qin Hongtao's soul body, and the terrifying power burst out, absorbing his soul into the sword.
The supreme elder of the magic sword gate, the strong man in the middle Mahayana, Qin Hongtao, die!
"Ding, kill the powerful late and mid-stage Mahayana, gain 3,300 points, 700,000 experience, and 1,000 luck."
"The two strongest ones have been resolved, then..."
Yang Fan murmured, and turned his gaze at the gathered high-level elders of the Divine Blade Gate.
The blue snowflakes were still floating in the sky, and Yang Fan's clone came out from time to time to kill some elders who were not inattentive. Within a few minutes, a total of seven or eight high-level elders died in the hands of the clone, and these people only had a fit period.
"Master, these people..."
After the three of them got rid of their opponents, they walked to Yang Fan and said.
"All the high-level members of the Swordsman Sect will be killed, not one will remain."
"Yes!"
In order to prevent the resurrection of the magic knife door, Yang Fan must be cruel at this moment.
Suddenly, among the group of high-level elders gathered together, there were large numbers of casualties. Most of these elders' strengths did not exceed the late stage of the transition period.
The three of them joined forces, and after only five minutes, there were only a dozen of these people still resisting.
Half an hour later, the high-level elders of the Shendaomen, except for some insignificant outer elders, only survived five or six. Through the words of Zuo Yuanwei, Yang Fan knew that these people had only been coerced to join the gods. Daomen, for this reason, Yang Fan did not intend to kill.
"Since the senior management has resolved it, then..."
Yang Fan turned his gaze at more than a hundred thousand disciples of the Sacred Sword Sect.
The killing for more than half an hour caused these disciples to tremble. During this period, some escaped, but they were all beheaded by Baisha on the spot.
"Are the lists ready?"
"Ready!"
Zuo Yuanwei took out a few pieces of paper from his arms, which wrote some detailed information about the disciples who were loyal to the Swordsman.
Yang Fan glanced at it and said coldly.
"kill!"
As soon as the voice fell, Zuo Yuanwei appeared in front of a core disciple, without saying anything, and before that core disciple begged for mercy, he slapped his sky spirit cover with a palm.
Bang!
Everyone saw that the core disciple's body exploded like a watermelon, exploding into a cloud of blood. In an instant, a monk in the fit period fell.
Watching a core disciple die, the other disciples shivered with fear, but no one dared to escape.
A disciple with a sharp ear heard the conversation between Yang Fan and the others, and knew that Yang Fan only killed the disciples who were loyal to the Sacred Sword.
Huh!
Yang Fan also shot.
A flash came to a female inner disciple. According to the name information, she was the heir of a high-level elder of the Shendaomen. For this reason, she could not escape the fate of being beheaded.
As soon as Yang Fan's figure appeared, the female inner disciple had already separated her body.
Ah ah ah!
At this time, a male Inner Sect disciple suddenly uttered a miserable sound, and he quickly scanned the body of the female Inner Sect disciple who was beheaded by Yang Fan, and a sad cry came.
"Rong Ran, Rong Ran, don't die!"
The male inner disciple's name was Xiao Cheng, and he was the Taoist companion of the corpse separated female disciple on the ground.
"Why kill my Rong Ran!!!"
Xiao Cheng had a hideous expression on his face, and the terrifying killing intent was continuously released from Xiao Cheng's body, and the target was directed at Yang Fan.
"What about killing?"
Yang Fan's eyes were cold, and he didn't feel guilty at all for the murder.
"I want you to die!"
Xiao Cheng roared and rushed towards Yang Fan.
"Don't Xiao Cheng!"
Some friends of Xiao Cheng dissuaded, but it was too late.
"Go to hell!"
Xiao Cheng rushed to Yang Fan and slashed it with a big knife in his hand.
Cang!
Yang Fan didn't even look at it. Two fingers directly clamped the blade, no matter how hard Xiao Cheng tried, he couldn't move half a point.
"Just relying on your poor mid-refining strength, thought you could hurt me?"
Seeing Yang Fan belittle himself so much, Xiao Cheng's face flushed, but when he thought of the death of his beloved woman in Yang Fan's hands, Xiao Cheng made up his mind to directly arouse the true vitality in his body and instantly blew himself up.
boom!
The horrible explosion fluctuated. Yang Fan was located in the center of the explosion. In the eyes of others, he would definitely be seriously injured, and he might not be killed by then.
But they didn't think about it carefully. Yang Fan's current strength was in the Mahayana period.
Not to mention that the self-detonation of the cultivator in the Void Refining Period could wound Yang Fan, even if it was during the Tribulation Period, as long as Yang Fan was willing to defend himself, it would be impossible to wound Yang Fan.
At the moment Xiao Cheng exploded, Yang Fan shot, controlling all the power of the explosion in his hands, and finally compressed the power to the extreme, turned into a spark and disappeared.
In the void, Yang Fan saw that Xiao Cheng's soul was constantly dissipating, from a complete soul body to countless pieces of soul fragments, disappearing from the sight of everyone.
Once a monk blew himself up, unless a deity took action, even a saint would not be able to save him. Because self-destruction is not only self-destruction of the body, but also the soul.
