Supreme Killer

Chapter Eighty Seven

"You're Xiao Fan?" Zhu Wenbo stared at Xiao Fan with cold eyes, and spit out a word coldly, his eyes seemed to be looking at a dead person.

Feeling the cold breath released from Zhu Wenbo's body, the crowd trembled, and it was indeed worthy of being the sixth in the tenth show in the Imperial City. That arrogance, few enemies.

"Exactly." Xiao Fan did not show weakness. The man stood between the heavens and the earth. He could not change his name or his surname. At that time, even in the face of Huang Chongxiao, the king of war, he did not lose his momentum, let alone face a warrior cultivator.

"Then you didn't kill the wrong person." Zhu Wenbo's eyes flashed, a cold glow burst out, his eyes penetrated everything, and he went straight to Xiao Fan.

Xiao Fan took out the Bladeless Sword and walked towards Zhu Wenbo step by step. Every step he took, the sword power on his body increased sharply, and the surrounding space was instantly enveloped by a surge of sword power.

"dead!"

An extremely tyrannical voice was spit out from Zhu Wenbo's mouth, billowing sword aura burst out, and he came to Xiao Fan in the blink of an eye.

Xiao Fan didn't dodge, and directly greeted him with a sword. The space trembled suddenly, and the two swords collided fiercely.

With a soft sound, the two of them opened as soon as they touched it. Xiao Fan's figure took five steps backwards, while Zhu Wenbo only took one step backwards.

The audience instantly became deadly silent, and Xiao Fan actually fell into a disadvantage during the first confrontation.

After all, Xiao Fan was only in the middle of the battle sect, but Zhu Wenbo was the pinnacle of the battle sect. He was only one line away from the champion of the battle king. The gap in realm could not be easily made up.

The crowd didn't see it. Zhu Wenbo's arm was trembling slightly. The sword just now made him face Xiao Fan's strength. If it weren't for realm suppression, it might really be Xiao Fan's opponent.

"But so, even a waste, dare to come to the imperial city to be fierce, because you are the alchemist guild's guest, I will not kill you, just abolish your cultivation base and cut off your limbs!" Zhu Wenbo smiled grimly, extremely Domineering, vicious.

Isn't it more uncomfortable to waste a person's cultivation base and to have his limbs broken than to kill?

Without a word, Xiao Fan disappeared in place after lifting his sword, as if he was too lazy to talk nonsense with Zhu Wenbo.

This scene stunned the crowd. This Xiao Fan was really courageous. He knew that he was dead, but he even dared to come forward. Isn't this looking for death?

"This is where everyone is inferior to Xiao Fan?" A voice sounded in vain.

"Oh? What does this mean?" The crowd followed the reputation and instantly recognized that person, it was Chen Hao.

When Chen Hao saw Zhu Wenbo's move, he felt an inexplicable excitement. As long as Zhu Wenbo died in Xiao Fan's hands, Xuelou's mission could be cancelled, and he didn't have to offend the Apothecary Guild.

"Knowing that he is invincible, I am afraid of being abolished by the monk, cutting off his limbs, life is better than death, it is better to be sent to death." Chen Hao smiled slightly.

The crowd nodded. Chen Hao was right. How could Xiao Fan be Zhu Wenbo's opponent? It is better to die than to live, but to die happy.

However, the next moment, the crowd showed a stunned look, thinking that Xiao Fan did not do what they wanted, but instead fought fiercely with Zhu Wenbo, regardless of top and bottom.

boom!

With a blast, two figures flew upside down and slid more than ten meters before stopping.

A trace of blood overflowed from the corner of Xiao Fan's mouth, and his face paled slightly. This Zhu Wenbo was indeed not comparable to the peak of the ordinary battle sect. Whether it was combat skills or attack methods, he was considered a genius.

"Is it so unbearable? Can't even take 60% of my strength?" Zhu Wenbo grinned, then his momentum climbed again.

"Just now it was only 60% of his power?" The crowd was horrified. It really deserves to be the tenth show of the Imperial City. If he showed his tenth of his power, wouldn't Xiao Fan already be on the spot?

The fat man looked at Xiao Fan anxiously, clenched his fists, ready to shoot at any time.

"Really?" Xiao Fan suddenly retracted his sword, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Zhu Wenbo proudly.

"Does he have any hole cards? No, he put away his sword. Is this a surrender?" The crowd was surprised, and then shook their heads.

"Aren't you resisting? Okay, I will let you die very happy!" Zhu Wenbo saw this and smiled disdainfully. The next moment, a violent sword aura swept out of him like a wave, sweeping Everything went straight to Xiao Fan.

Xiao Fan looked cold and motionless, letting the sword aura approach.

Seeing that the sword aura was about to approach Xiao Fan and was about to kill him, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of Zhu Wenbo's mouth.

boom!

At this moment, abruptly, a vast warfare in Xiao Fan's body burned, rushing towards the surrounding frantically.

The waves of sword qi constantly collided in the void, and he couldn't get close to the slightest, his robe stirred, and a long sword suddenly appeared in his hand for some time.

"Blood kill!"

With a faint drink, a **** rainbow across the sky, all sword qi suddenly shattered, and the **** sword qi remained undiminished, locking Zhu Wenbo.

The smile on Zhu Wenbo's face froze, and there was a chill in his eyes, and he swung two swords again and again to block the blood. The corner of his clothes was chopped and a sword mark was revealed on his left shoulder.

"So strong!" The pupils of the crowd shrank, and Xiao Fan was surrendering and waiting to die. With his strength, he was on par with Zhu Wenbo.

Chen Hao's face was sullen, his hopes temporarily lost, his face getting harder to look.

At this moment, a group of figures walked in the distance, and the strong momentum surprised the crowd.

"The third prince is here!"

"There are eight princes on the opposite side."

"Bai Yu, Yu Chengjun, hear the wind in Baili."

The crowd exclaimed in exclamation, and quickly gave up a few roads, and their eyes were full of mere expressions. These people are the young generations of the Xueyue Dynasty. Even the older generation of cultivators would be daunted.

"Can you two listen to me." Suddenly, a magnetic voice sounded, and the crowd looked out and it was the third prince Xue Yulong who was speaking.

"The third prince, I will kill this person today!" Zhu Wenbo glanced at Xue Yulong, and his icy eyes fell on Xiao Fan again.

The third prince Xue Yulong frowned, and said in a condensed voice: "If this is the case, please, please."

Yan Xuan who was not far away from Xue Yulong wanted to say something, but in the end he could only sigh, and he swallowed the words that came to his mouth.

"This person's palace is set, cough cough." Suddenly, another sonorous voice sounded, and a man in a white shirt came forward. The man was as rich as jade, with a heroic posture, but a little sick.

Beside him, a woman in a white dress was supporting her. It was Xue Long Jue. Xiao Fan naturally guessed the identity of the man in the white shirt. It should be Xue Yuxuan, the eighth prince who was attacked by Yu Chengjun.

"Eight prince, you should be optimistic about yourself, this day is snowy and windy, don't be blown away!" Zhu Wenbo glanced at Xue Yuxuan, but he didn't care at all.

"Asshole thing, who are you talking to?" Xue Longjue went wild, with a stance of shooting.

"You are a royal family. Naturally, I, a little common man, is not in your eyes. However, as a member of the Xueyue Dynasty, I am avenging my loved ones. Do you still have to protect a member of the Little Dynasty?" Zhu Wenbo Compete against each other, and never give up.

For a while, Xue Longjue and Xue Yuxuan didn't know what to say. Zhu Wenbo's words made sense. After all, it was the Xueyue dynasty. Once he targeted Zhu Wenbo, he would definitely lose heart.

Xiao Fan looked at Xue Longjue and Xue Yuxuan gratefully, even if Zhu Wenbo wanted to give up, he would not.

"Baby, Long Jue, this is their own business, let's not interfere." Suddenly, Xue Yulong's voice continued to sound.