Supreme Killer

Chapter Two and Six

Seeing the situation in the distance, the battlefield between Fatty and Yingfeng suddenly stopped, and the two slowly approached Xiao Fan's battlefield.

At this moment, Xiao Fan's eyes were very calm, but his body exuded a fierce murderous aura, as if condensed into a layer of blood-colored armor on his body.

"It's Slaughter Armor again!" Yingfeng's heart trembled, "No, this doesn't seem to be Slaughter Armor."

Yingfeng seemed to see something, but couldn't tell. Xiao Fan who always dared to be at this moment was the scariest Xiao Fan he had ever seen.

"Kill him, who dares to retreat, die!" Yingxue upstairs, Xue Yulong finally couldn't stand it anymore, and barked his teeth with a grin.

"kill!"

Dozens of Yulin Army shuddered and shivered all over, everyone gritted their teeth and rushed towards Xiao Fan again.

To step back is to die, and to move forward, it may not be impossible to live.

Rather than being executed by Xue Yulong, it is better to fight hard, and perhaps there is still a chance to survive.

Fifty or sixty imperial forest troops climbed to the peak, rushing down Xiao Fan from all directions, even if the warlord might not dare to head-on.

However, Xiao Fan stopped and stood motionless. The Shura sword in his hand was dripping with scarlet blood, revealing a murderous air.

Slowly, the blood-colored armor that had been transformed by the murderous aura on Xiao Fan's body slowly disappeared, and even the murderous aura disappeared completely.

"Youngest, be careful!" The fat man screamed and kept approaching Xiao Fan's battlefield. However, he faced a lot of enemies. There were more than 30 people, thinking about how difficult the past was.

"Isn't Xiao Fan frightened? How about the momentum just now?"

"It shouldn't be frightened. It may be that the spirit power in his body has been exhausted. After all, the Yulin Army who died in his hands has also been at least sixty or seventy. Except for the King of War, it is impossible for anyone else to fight with so many battle sects ."

"It is a pity that Xiao Fan will definitely die after this wave."

"What a pity, who made him so arrogant, dare to offend the third prince, no, offend the emperor, no one can save him, if it weren't for that woman, Xiao Fan would have died long ago if the warlord had made the move."

"No, look at Xiao Fan!"

Suddenly, the crowd screamed, and everyone looked towards Xiao Fan, only to find that the whole person had become incomparably transcendent.

When the fifty or sixty people rushed forward, Xiao Fan slowly raised the long sword in his hand, his long hair danced wildly, his eyes were ruthless and cold, and the corners of his mouth were filled with an evil smile.

"Killing one person is a crime, but killing a million is a male."

"Hold your body in the blade, murder in the dust."

Xiao Fan murmured to himself. When the last word fell, the Shura sword quivered slightly. There was no flashy splendor. There was only a bright and sharp silver light rippling away with Xiao Fan as the center.

The silver light flashed and disappeared, like a flash in the pan, like a meteor in the dark night, with only a moment of brilliance.

"Xiao Fan is so stupid, he still babbles!" Many people sneered. Do they want to kill fifty or sixty Imperial Forest Army with just one sword?

It's idiotic dreaming!

In the next moment, the smiles on the faces of the sneer monks slowly solidified, and then they showed fear.

"Hiss!" The sound of inhaling air-conditioning sounded, everyone could not help feeling a cold neck.

Above the glacier, the fifty or sixty Imperial Forest Army who had rushed towards Xiao Fan, stopped in vain, and then rushed towards the ground strangely.

"what happened?"

"died?!"

The crowd was terrified. Blood swords spurted from the necks of the fifty or sixty imperial forest soldiers, and their heads rolled down, slamming against the ice.

The audience was silent, the needles fell, and they dared not breathe quickly.

Fifty or sixty cultivators of the Zhanzong Realm were killed by a sword?

How is this possible, if you don't see it with your own eyes, who would believe it is true? It's simply a fantasy!

"Pop!" One person slapped himself fiercely, feeling a hot pain on his face, and some people pinched himself fiercely, the pain was very real.

They realized that this is not a dream, but a reality!

Killing fifty or sixty battle sect realms with a single sword, even if the battle king can't do it, how could Xiao Fan be so terrifying?

Upstairs in Yingxue, Bai Yu suddenly stood up with a look of horror in their eyes. Even if Lou Aotian had been extremely plain, they took a breath.

"Killing one person is a crime, but killing a million is a male."

"Hold your body in the blade, murder in the dust."

Some people were babbling and savoring what Xiao Fan said before. Many people felt the blood in their bodies start to burn.

"Killer, this is the real killer!" Yingfeng trembled, his eyes full of admiration towards Xiao Fan.

As a killer, and also as a swordsman, Yingfeng is very clear about how terrifying this sword is, not to mention the Battle Sect realm, even the strong below the middle of the war king can definitely not resist it.

This sword, neither gorgeous nor gorgeous, was born purely for killing, a real sword of killing!

Xue Yulong's pupils were trembling. The sword just now gave him a sense of death. If he was standing in front of Xiao Fan, he would definitely be one of those headless corpses.

On the ice, black clothes, silver swords!

Stepping on the blood-stained corpse, this scene seemed to become eternal.

Xiao Fan's eyes were very calm, as if he was savouring the sword just now. This sword was not a swordsmanship he had learned, but a sword he had accidentally realized after killing so many people.

This sword is also a sublimation of murderous intent.

At this moment, Xiao Fan didn't have a hint of impetuosity or murderous aura. He looked extremely extraordinary, as if the corpse under his feet had nothing to do with him, he was just a passer-by.

"Hongchen Kill? It's called Hongchen Kill." Xiao Fan suddenly laughed.

"Kill him at any cost!" An angry roar came from Yingxue Tower, shaking the sky and resounding across the sky.

"I see who dares!" The enchanting blood spit out coldly, she has been immersed in the sword that Xiao Fan just made, and she hasn't recovered for a long time.

If she was in awe of Xiao Fan's identity before, then now, she really wants to keep Xiao Fan.

"kill him!"

How could Xue Yulong take care of so much? The strength and talent displayed by Xiao Fan horrified him. If he does not die now and grows up in the future, even if he owns the entire Xueyue Dynasty, he may not necessarily be his opponent!

Chen Tianming, the commander of the Imperial Forest Army, took the lead and blocked the enchanting blood's path, and looked at the blood enchanting Nian Nian playfully.

"You want to stop me?" The **** enchanting expression was cold.

"Maybe I am not your opponent, but you still have to take care of her." Chen Tianming said lightly.

The **** enchanting face was pale, Chen Tianming was right, she also had to take into account the safety of Nian Nian, the battle between the Kings of War was not something a three-year-old girl could bear.

For a while, the enchanting blood didn't know how to deal with it, and at this moment, three figures flashed around Xiao Fan and attacked Xiao Fan.

"Are you the King of War?" Xiao Fan's eyes were still very calm, motionless like a mountain, and the corners of his mouth seemed to have a playful smile.