Supreme Killer

The forty-ninth chapter is not whether to kill, only whether to kill

"Shake the earth!"

Feeling the strong killing intent on Xiao Fan, Wei Qian knew that he couldn't escape. Xiao Fan was like a poisonous snake, already staring at him.

The key is that Xiao Fan's speed is not what he can compare to.

If you want to survive, you have to kill Xiao Fan, which is the only way out.

"With this hammer, it is not enough to tickle your uncle, and it is worthy of shaking the earth?!" Xiao Fan sniffed, not letting go of any chance to hit Wei Qian.

Cang!

The Shura sword in Xiao Fan's hand suddenly disappeared and was replaced by the Slaughter Knife. Seeing the purple gold streamer hammer blasting down, he did not hesitate to block it with the Slaughter Knife.

However, the power of that row of mountains and seas also caused Xiao Fan to tremble slightly, and the blood inside his body was tossed slightly. At the same time, Xiao Fan's body also retreated several steps.

"Haha, it turned out to be a strong player in the outside world. I defeated Chu Yifeng last time and killed the first son of Dalong. It was just good luck." Seeing Xiao Fan being shaken back, Wei Gan suddenly laughed, and his lost confidence returned. On him.

He didn't even think about running away anymore, pedaling on a big tree, his body leaped high, like a big Peng spreading his wings, his robe agitated, and a violent storm of spirit power radiated from him.

The mere aura shook the surrounding ancient trees violently, and then there was a creaking sound, and the vegetation and gravel were crushed into dust and filled the air.

"Really self-righteous." Xiao Fan grinned. He just wanted to try Wei Qian's power. In terms of power, Xiao Fan slightly lost to Wei Qian.

This was also the first time Xiao Fan saw someone who was stronger than him except for Fatty.

However, strength is not Xiao Fan's strength, speed and combat skills are his advantages.

After all, the Shura sword appeared again in Xiao Fan's hand.

"Blood kill!"

Xiao Fan let out a soft drink, and the **** sword aura was like a **** electric light, slashing out at a very strange angle.

Feeling a dangerous aura, Wei Gan summoned the battle soul without hesitation. The eighth-rank battle soul purple gold streamer hovered above his head, shaking with a domineering and violent aura.

"As expected of the eighth-rank battle soul, I want it." Xiao Fan's eyes were taken aback, and a gloomy light flashed above his head, and a huge black shadow hovered above his head, exuding a forest, weird energy fluctuations.

"You want it? My battle soul can still be your failure?" Wei Qian seemed to hear the biggest joke in the world, his face was stern, and the green veins on his forehead wriggled like a worm.

"The artistic conception of strength, Tyrant Hammer!"

The Tyrant Hammer, the seventh-rank combat skill, is extremely powerful, unparalleled in strength, and blasts down like a bamboo.

The eight-rank battle soul purple gold streamer above his head surged out of surging soul power, and merged with him, breaking through the battle emperor realm, combining human soul and multiplying power.

"It's not just you." Xiao Fan's eyes were cold, and the ghost war soul merged with him. Then he raised his hand and it was a sword, flashing silver brilliance, the meaning of sharp killing, and the meaning of destruction blooming at the same time Out.

"Hong Chen laughs!"

Xiao Fan whispered, the artistic conception of force immediately collided with the meaning of killing and destruction, the void was ups and downs, and sparks shot everywhere.

Xiao Fan flickered, and instantly appeared behind Wei Qian. He raised his hand to a palm, and a flat and impermanent palm struck Wei Qian.

boom! With a crisp sound, Wei Qian's purple gold streamer hammer's battle spirit trembled suddenly. Wei touched a bite of blood violently and looked at Xiao Fan in horror: "What kind of combat technique are you?"

"A dead man, what's the point of knowing it? No, I won't play with you." Xiao Fan smiled coldly, and the ghost war spirit turned into a black shadow and threw out.

The Purple Gold Streamer was enveloped in an instant, and the spirit power of the Purple Gold Streamer was crazily consumed.

"Bastard!" Wei Gan roared, but no matter how he struggled, the Zijin Streaming Hammer battle soul was decomposing at a terrifying speed, and all the decomposed soul power poured into Xiao Fan's battle soul.

Only then did he understand that the gap between himself and Xiao Fan was too great.

Xiao Fan defeated Chu Yifeng and killed the first son. This was not **** luck at all, but real strength. It was just that he had been holding a fluke.

Not playing with you!

He also understood what Xiao Fan said just now. Xiao Fan had been fighting with him for so long, just playing, or rather, just to devour his fighting spirit.

"Xiao Fan, you can't kill me!" Wei Qian was finally terrified, his feet softened and he almost knelt on the ground.

"Under the world, there is no one who can't kill yet." Xiao Fan smiled coldly.

"I can tell you how Nangong Tianyi wants to deal with you!" Wei Qian said quickly.

"It's unnecessary." Xiao Fan sneered. If it was before, he would hesitate, but now, if he doesn't say anything, others will say it.

With a sword swung mercilessly, Wei Qian's head flew high, a foot of blood shot into the sky.

Wei Qian looked at Xiao Fan in horror, is he dead?

"boom!"

I saw a sword finger sticking out, Wei Qian's body suddenly exploded, no bones left, Xiao Fan waved his probing hand, and Wei Qian's head was suddenly wrapped in a black cloth.

"It's worthy of being an eighth-rank war soul. For the ghost war soul, it's a big supplement. It's a pity that the Shi Hanjian was allowed to run away." Xiao Fan said to himself.

He once heard that Shi Hanjian is also an eighth-rank battle soul, and this is also the basis for him to occupy the ninth rank among the generations of his age.

"Nangong Tianyi, you have broken your arm again." Xiao Fan left a sentence and disappeared into the night.

After a few breaths, Xiao Fan showed up by the bonfire with Zheng Rulong, looking coldly at Jun Luo who was foaming at his mouth on the ground.

As soon as the thought moved, the golden chrysalis suddenly stopped gnawing on Jun Luo's flesh and blood. At this moment, Jun Luo was covered in sweat, with traces of blood mixed in the sweat.

He looked at Xiao Fan in horror, as if he had seen a ghost.

boom!

Xiao Fan casually threw the black cloth in his hand, and a head rolled out, looking extremely hideous and terrifying under the bonfire nearby.

"You killed Wei Qian?" Jun Luo's voice was extremely weak, and his whole body trembled very badly.

"Big brother, did you kill this Jun Luo?" Zheng Rulong also took a breath, Xiao Fan nodded indifferently, Zheng Rulong said again: "Big brother, you shouldn't kill Wei Qian, he is..."

"In my heart, for the enemy, I never should kill or not, only if I can kill!" Xiao Fan interrupted Zheng Rulong, his eyes were extremely firm.

Nothing should be killed, only whether it can be killed!

Xiao Fan's words echoed in Zheng Rulong's heart like a blast of thunder. He had always been afraid of offending the rich and powerful, so much so that he kept his courage to be a man.

Hearing Xiao Fan's words, his heart was touched fiercely, like an electric shock.

At this time, Xiao Fan's calm words sounded again: "He is Nangong Tianyi's running dog, and one day he will be an enemy of me. It's better to kill him now to avoid stumbling."

"The big brother said that." Zheng Rulong looked taught.

"Tell me, what happened before? How could you be caught by them?" Xiao Fan slowly sat down by the campfire and asked in a condensed voice.