Supreme Killer

Chapter Two and Five

"kill!"

Hundreds of imperial forest troops roared wildly, with mighty and terrifying aura. Most of them were elites of the Xueyue dynasty, and the weakest were the strongest men who came out of blood and bones.

Although there were only three people in the battle, they formed a team of ten to form an attacking team, and their attack and defense were doubled. Even in the early days of the battle king, they did not dare to say that they were crushed.

This is also Xue Yulong's self-confidence. Even without the fight against the king, the Yulin Army can tear Xiao Fan and the others. It is only a matter of time.

Xiao Fan didn't dare to have any reservations, he was full of killing intent, holding the Shura sword, stepping on Xue Wuhen, and rushing into a small team.

Qiang Qiang!

The sharp metal impact sounded, and the void sparks shot in all directions. Xiao Fan learned the autumn with one stroke and one sword, but he didn't get any benefits, and his body was shocked.

"It's worthy of the Imperial Forest Army, the elite of the elite, not to mention the powerful, there are almost no loopholes in the cooperation, and the equipment is the fifth-grade soul soldier, it is no wonder that Xueyulong is so confident." Xiao Fan thought to himself, "There is no benefit from the front. Then it only depends on speed and body style."

With a change in his feet, Xiao Fan used his ethereal steps, his figure became weird, leaving behind a trail of shadows in the void. With his current strength, even the peak cultivator of the Battle Sect realm might not be able to capture his figure.

"Autumn wind and leaves!"

Xiao Fan gave a soft drink, and the Shura sword swept across one of the people's necks, and blood spurted out.

"Sure enough, the speed is not good." Xiao Fan's expression became cold, and a sneer evoked at the corner of his mouth. His figure once again disappeared where he was. When a few people from the opposite side rushed forward, Xiao Fan was already gone.

"Huh?" Suddenly, Xiao Fan narrowed his eyes. After he killed one person, another person quickly filled the vacancy, and the small formation quickly changed and lined up.

Xiao Fan smiled indifferently, thinking that this would stop him?

The long sword danced, shining a strange light in the gloomy night, strangely, the sword light did not even touch a snowflake.

Although night slowly fell, in the Xueyue Dynasty, it was still like daytime, with white snow flying around, revealing a cold chill.

Following the screams, blood swords shot towards the void, and then corpses fell to the ground.

Xiao Fan is like a ghost in the dark night, killing one person with a single sword. Every time he shoots, the murderous aura on his body increases a little. In this scene, the crowd around him is shuddered.

In the distance, the fat man rushed into his hands, and the eight wild six-packed palms flew in his hands. Unlike Xiao Fan's weirdness, the fat man's attacks were extremely domineering. Although every palm could not kill anyone, it also shook the Royal Linjun coughing blood.

"Come on again, haha, it's been a long time since it's been so happy." Yingfeng laughed, and under the black robe, only a white tooth was exposed, and no one could see his face clearly.

But no one dared to underestimate him, his sword is extremely strange, irregular, and like Xiao Fan, he has never made one more sword, every sword will kill one person.

"It's so strong, the King of War won't make a move. This Hundred Imperial Forest Army is really not enough for them to kill!" The crowd shivered.

In the eyes of many people, the Zhanzong Realm was considered a strong person in the Xueyue Dynasty. However, they discovered today that they are still like ants without breaking through the King of War.

Some people think that it is not that the Yulin Army is not strong enough, but that these three are too abnormal.

"Kill!" Xue Yulong's eyes were red, and blue veins on his forehead violently. He knew the strength of the Imperial Forest Army. Even if he faced ten people, he couldn't do it so calmly.

He finally knew that he still underestimated Xiao Fan and the others, and the three of them had the upper hand in the battle against a hundred Yulin Army.

"Chen Tianming, transfer a hundred Yulin army again." Xue Yulong gritted his teeth and said, his cold eyes swept across the **** enchanting. If it weren't for the **** enchanting, Chen Tianming would make the move, how could Xiao Fan and others survive?

"Yes, the emperor!" Chen Tianming nodded, his fists clenched, and he wished to rush to the battlefield immediately, tearing Xiao Fan to pieces.

That was the subordinate he had carefully cultivated, but now he was slaughtered by Xiao Fan and his colleagues like chopping vegetables and melons, how could he calm down.

Above the glacier, countless corpses were spreading across the river, and the blood was so fascinating that they dyed the surface of the river blood red, which looked extremely dazzling in the night.

Xiao Fan's body leaped up, the Shura sword swung, and several people lost their lives, but Xiao Fan didn't have the slightest mercy, and the killing intent on his body grew stronger.

His eyes are cold and merciless, more fierce than the sword in his hand, and more murderous.

"Asura, this is the real Asura. Only through the baptism of killing and blood can he truly transform." The **** enchanting eyes were glowing with excitement, and he muttered to himself with excitement.

Baili gusts, Baili heard the wind, Chen Feng's eyelids jumped wildly, Xiao Fan's power was beyond their cognition, and they were in a daze. The strength that Xiao Fan showed before was not all of his.

"Puff puff~"

The sound of blood spilled continuously, as if it had become the only style in the night, and the murderous air permeated the air, as if it had become eternal.

Snow drifted, those corpses slowly froze into ice sculptures, covered in blood, and a chill came to their hearts, and many people couldn't help but shiver.

Tonight, even if Xiao Fan and the others died here, they are destined to be in the annals of history forever.

There used to be three people who furiously killed the Xueyue Imperial Forest Army and made enemies of a dynasty. That proud and heroic posture will surely become people's post-dinner talk.

Xiao Fan's eyes were getting colder and colder, and there were a few blood stains on his body, but he didn't care at all, and there was almost nothing left in his eyes.

His sword is already a little indifferent, without any fancy, completely as he pleases, sweeping everywhere, invincible.

The four powerful warlords of the Yulin Army watched all this coldly. If their eyes could kill people, Xiao Fan and the three had no idea how many times they had died.

They clenched their fists, their fingernails embedded in their palms, and the blood slowly flowed out.

"Kill!" At this time, a monstrous roar came from a distance, and countless figures rushed out and rushed onto the ice river.

Obviously, it was Chen Tianming who once again transferred a hundred soldiers from the Yulin Army. One hundred people could not kill the three of Xiao Fan. How about the two hundred people?

A person's spirit power is limited, and their three battle sect realms always have their spirit power dried up.

Even if they were piled up with corpses, Xue Yulong did not hesitate to do so. Today, Xiao Fan and Fatty must die.

No matter how much the price is paid, as long as the person behind is satisfied, Xueyue Dynasty is destined to rise. This is Xue Yulong's mind.

"Haha, happy!" The fat man was bloodied, and the spirit power in his body was almost consumed, but his aura became more fierce and domineering, like a dormant wild beast.

"I don't die today, and I will drink three hundred cups in the next day. I won't be drunk or return." Yingfeng also got red eyes. As a killer, he rarely confronted the enemy. However, today, he killed the Quartet and died in his hands. Zongjing, more than the sum total of what he killed.

"Don't worry, there will be that day!" The fat man laughed and smashed an imperial forest army with a punch.

In the distance, Xiao Fan said nothing, his figure no longer changed, carrying the Shura sword towards the Imperial Forest Army, every step he took, one person would die.

Killing one person in one step is how overbearing and powerful it is, and the cultivators around you are chilling.

After a while, no one finally rushed forward. Xiao Fan stepped towards dozens of people on the opposite side. The Shura sword was stained with blood. The strange thing was that the blood did not freeze into ice, but dripped along the long sword.

Dozens of the Imperial Forest Army besieging Xiao Fan panicked, and they kept retreating, as if they were not facing a late-stage war cultivator, but a peerless war king.