Chapter 592: The Eighth Prince is crazy

Just as Su Fan and Xuehe were talking in a low voice, on the other side, among the noisy crowd, some cultivators and soldiers with higher cultivation levels already came out, and they all looked in the same direction.
There, it is the location of the Eighth Prince.
"so many people!"
People took a deep breath one after another, their expressions were extremely shocked.
In the field, the number of high-level monks and soldiers who came out was almost 70 or 80 people. Among them, a dozen of them had a very strong aura, no different from the eight princes.
They all came out with Su Fan's reward, and everyone is determined to win the position of this city lord!
Shen Yingzhao showed a look of regret. Among the soldiers who came out, many of them were his formerly optimistic subordinates, but he did not expect these people to betray their loyalty for the sake of being a city lord. heart.
Seeing so many senior monks looking at him, the Eighth Prince couldn't help but feel a huge shock.
With so many masters, if he swarms up, what will he end up with? You don't have to think about it!
But that's the case, but there is no trace of fear in the eighth prince's expression. He has been practicing martial arts for many years, and he has already regarded death very lightly.
"A group of rat generations who can't stand up to the table can be easily influenced by only a few words of others. You are not worthy to be the people of my Tianlin Kingdom! Do you want the life of this prince? Come and get it if you have the ability!"
"But this prince has a ugly thing to say ahead. This prince knows he will die today. If you wait for a while and accidentally kill one or two of you, then I'm sorry!"
The Eighth Prince said sternly, revealing an appearance that is not afraid of death, but he is much more spineless than the Seventh Prince.
These masters who came out were all taken aback, looking at the other's very resolute face, no one dared to make a move first.
They came out just to ask for wealth, and this eighth prince is not. If they drive the other party into a desperate situation, they will not be able to resist it if they go crazy.
After all, seeking wealth comes to seeking wealth, and if life is gone because of this, and wealth is not sought, it is really worthless.
And these people obviously didn't think about joining forces, because if the eight princes were killed after joining forces, it would be even less clear who the lord of the city belonged to.
As a result, these people stood there, staring at each other with the eight princes!
At this time, Su Fan, who had finished chatting with Xuehe, had already discovered the anomaly here. He immediately walked over and said loudly, "The Eighth Prince is so bold, but you think you have said some beautiful things afterwards. , Don’t you have to die?"
Then, Su Fan's face suddenly fell cold, and the cultivators and soldiers on the battlefield said, "Go together! After he is killed, whoever snatches his body in the end is the city lord!"
Whoever snatches the body in the end, who is the lord?
Su Fan's words immediately aroused a strong desire in the hearts of these monks and soldiers!
"Since Master Su Fan said so, let's join hands temporarily!"
"Okay! After killing this prince, whoever belongs to the corpse, let's have our own abilities!"
All the people who came out in the field nodded one after another, reaching a brief consensus at this moment.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
A consensus was reached, and these monks no longer had any worries about their actions. They rushed over one by one, displayed their own martial skills, and launched an attack on the Eighth Prince!
"My prince fights with you!"
When the Eighth Prince saw so many people attacking him, he was also fierce, and directly blew his soul and dantian!
boom!
A large amount of soul energy gushed out, "swelling" the body of the Eighth Prince, the meridians cracked every inch, and bloodshot blood under the skin!
"He blew himself up!"
The monks who besieged the Eighth Prince were full of horror, and several monks in front were directly knocked into the air by the agitated energy!
"A madman, he is simply a madman, he chose to blew himself up and backed away!"
"Be careful, his current strength is probably comparable to the Peak of the Half-Step Soul King!"
"Try to deal with him, don't fight him head-on, just drag this time over!"
The monks dodge in embarrassment, there is no way, after the explosion, the eighth princes are fierce and unusual, not those people like them can resist casually!
"Hey hey! Don't you all want this prince's life? What are you running? Come on, come and kill this prince!"
The blood on the swollen face of the Eighth Prince was gleaming, he kept roaring hysterically, and he threw his teeth and claws in the crowd!
After the self-destruction, the speed of the Eighth Prince has increased several times, and a cultivator of the seventh level of the Soul Lord was caught off guard by him!
"I was caught by him, who can help me!"
The monk was shaking with fright, waving his arms and struggling frantically, asking for help from others around him.
However, he forgot that these people are not his companions, but his competitors!
There is only one seat of the city lord. Although these people are temporarily cooperating on the surface, if there is a chance to eliminate the opponent, they will still not let it go.
Sure enough, the cultivator's shout did not arouse other people's response, they all dodge there for themselves, their expressions were indifferent.
"kill!"
The Eighth Lord roared, his eyes were red, and he grabbed the monk with one hand, raised his other hand high, and snapped a photo of his heavenly spirit cover!
Click!
The vigorous palm power directly penetrated into the monk's skull, and the monk's head was like a broken glass ball, shattered into a pile of blood foam!
The blood rushed, dyeing half of the Eighth Prince's body red, making him look like a bloodthirsty devil!
The death of a 7th-level master of the soul is so terrible, which makes many monks in the field terrified, and the monks and soldiers who are scattered everywhere besieging the eighth princes also show fear.
"Haha, cool!"
Throwing the monk's corpse aside, the Eighth Prince let out an extremely harsh laugh, his eyes swept across the court, and with his footsteps, he jumped straight toward the crowd watching from behind!
"Hey! You rebellious people, all it! Anyway, the prince can't live for long. How many can you kill! Kill!"
The Eighth Prince screamed, his eyes flashing red, and his murderous intent swept in all directions!
He is really crazy!
"Run! The Eighth Prince is here to kill!"
The crowd around the crowd suddenly became a mess. Most of the monks and soldiers who were watching were not too strong. Seeing the Eighth Kings come to kill, they ran around with their heads one by one!
At this time, the scene in the field was very funny. A full 200,000 or so mixed army was chased by a lunatic and fled in all directions. How ridiculous it is!
The chaos of this team made it even more troublesome. These people either died in the hands of the Eighth Prince, or were trampled to death.
After a lot of noise, there were many more people who were trampled to death than those killed by the Eighth Prince!
(End of this chapter)