Supreme Killer

Chapter Five Six Four Three Palms

The drunkard took a deep look at Nangong Yu, and finally shook his head: "This is their family affair and cannot be controlled by the teacher."

The words of the drunkard sounded like a thunder in Xiao Fan's heart, and his whole person was momentarily sluggish. In this world, isn't strength respected?

You have enough strength, why can't you control it?

For some reason, Xiao Fan felt a little confused in his heart, but soon he woke up, and murderous aura bloomed from him, turning into a sea of ​​blood, rushing in all directions.

The meaning of endless killing is like the ocean, with roaring sound, as if the storm is hitting the shore, the momentum is huge.

Xiao Fan's eyes were quiet and cold, and he looked a little bit cold.

"Triple killing intent?" The drunkard looked at Xiao Fan in surprise, a trace of satisfaction flashed deep in his eyes.

It's just that when he saw Xiao Fan's eyes slowly turning dark, his face changed drastically, and he appeared in front of Xiao Fan, and a huge palm went straight towards Xiao Fan's heavenly spirit.

"Wake up!" The drunkard shouted angrily, like a lion roar, his voice was shocking and terrifying to the extreme.

With this angry shout, Xiao Fan's pupils shrank slightly, and then slowly recovered his calmness. The blood came quickly and went quickly.

The sudden scene made the hearts of everyone present tremble, and the killing intent blooming on Xiao Fan just now made many of them feel fear.

This is not something that can be emitted in the middle of the battle emperor realm, even if the emperor battle emperor is no more than that.

Xiao Fan's eyes were restored to clarity, he glanced at the drunkard, and didn't say much. Since it's useless to beg you, you can only fight for it yourself.

The drunkard smiled wryly. He didn't expect Xiao Fan to be so stubborn. It really didn't look like a person who understood the meaning of killing and killing.

Comprehending the meaning of killing and cutting, most people have no feelings, because they only have killing in their hearts, and their feelings have been erased by them.

But Xiao Fan was completely different. He had feelings and never got lost in the killing, which made the drunkard a little surprised.

"Nangong Yu, I swear by Xiao Fan, if the second child dies, your Nangong family will not stay!" Xiao Fan let out a cruel word.

"Do you want to die too?" Nangong Yu said with a look of disdain, but deep in his eyes, there was a ray of appreciation.

Afterwards, Nangong Yu stopped paying attention to Xiao Fan and turned to look at the fat man: "For the sake of you and my father and son, I will not bully you. My three palms will be suppressed at the peak of the Emperor of War. I just shot you. One of his palms counts as the first palm, and now there are two palms!"

"The peak of the Emperor of War?" Xiao Fan's heart condensed. Fatty's realm seems to be the latter stage of the Emperor of War. Even if the peak of the ordinary Emperor of War is not an opponent, perhaps Fatty can really bear these two palms.

Is your threat effective? Xiao Fan pondered in his heart, extremely nervous.

"Whatever." The fat man said indifferently. He was ready to die. If he could transfer Nangong Yu's monstrous anger to himself, Xiao Fan should be fine in the future.

Nangong Yu's face was calm, her spirit power trembling, and a majestic wave of air rolled out from his palms, like the roar of the sea.

Is this the peak power of the Battle Emperor Realm? The crowd took a deep breath. They thought that Nangong Yu was just deliberately scaring Nangong Xiaoxiao.

But when this surging spirit power surged, everyone's complexion changed drastically. This attack was definitely not something that the Battle Emperor Realm could resist.

"This is the second palm!"

Nangong Yu's icy voice sounded, and the whole suddenly disappeared in place. When he reappeared, that domineering palm had already hit the fat man's chest.

boom! The fat man felt as if he had been hit by a mountain, and his whole body flew out, blood spurting in his mouth, the tiger's mouth was shaking, his internal organs were tumbling, and many bones were broken.

After flying twenty or thirty feet, it smashed heavily into the street again, and the pavement paved with flintstone was smashed into ruins.

Nangong Yu stood with her hand in her hand, staring at the dust in the distance coldly.

The others also watched with breathlessness, wanting to know the life and death of Fatty for the first time.

"Ahem~" At this moment, a coughing sound came from the dust, and then, a shaky black shadow slowly walked out.

"I didn't even die! It really deserves to be the Nine Emperors!" The crowd was frightened. If this was in the late stage of the War Emperor Realm, it is estimated that there would be no scum left.

And Fatty, with his own physical body, forcibly blocked the blow.

The fat man walked slowly to Nangong Yu and wiped off the blood from the corners of his mouth. At this moment, his fat body seemed to have become a major burden.

At a distance of twenty or thirty feet, he walked for half a cup of tea, and the crowd was waiting quietly.

"There is still a palm." The fat man came to Nangong Yu again, with a relieved smile on his face, as if he was happy to finally be able to leave the Nangong family.

Seeing this smile, Nangong Yu's heart felt as uncomfortable as a needle stick. In the next moment, his eyes became blood red again, and more vigorous and surging soul power gathered to his right hand.

The rolling spirit power was condensed into a huge palm gangway around his palm, and this blow was many times stronger than the blow just now.

"Emperor Nangong, are you not going to do it? Do you want the deity to help you?" Suddenly, a misty voice sounded, and the tone was full of indifference and disdain.

"Who is talking?" The crowd was startled and looked around, but no one was seen.

"There!" Suddenly, someone pointed to a tall palace in the distance.

On the gilt glazed tiles of the palace, there were three figures standing, headed by a middle-aged man, about forty years old, standing there, as if blending with the void.

Behind him stood a man and a woman. The man was handsome and free, and the woman was beautiful and refined. The two were about twenty-four or five years old, but the breath on their bodies was extremely terrifying.

The three of them were condescending, overlooking below, their eyes were full of pride, like a proud peacock, high above them, ignoring everything.

"One war emperor, two war emperor pinnacles?" The fire emperor looked at the three people in the sky with a surprised look. The middle-aged man was a strong war emperor, not to mention.

The two young men and women turned out to be the pinnacle of the Battle Emperor, and they gave people a feeling of being untouched by the mortal smoke and fire. The Fire Emperor thought of something in his heart, and said in surprise: "Are they from the Battle Soul Palace?"

Such a young war emperor pinnacle can only be owned by that place, but they generally disdain to come to other imperial dynasties, how can they appear here today?

"Emperor Nangong, do you still have to do this with your third palm? The same thing, I won't say it again." The middle-aged man suddenly spoke again, ignoring Nangong Yu.

The pupils of the crowd shrank. Who is this middle-aged man? This **** is too overbearing. Who do you think you are talking to? Is this looking for death?

Xiao Fan squinted his eyes slightly, his heart sinking into murder, "Could it be that the reason why Nangong Yu acted on her second child is because of these people?"

Thinking of this, Xiao Fan's murderous intent bloomed, but at this time, the drunkard's voice sounded in his ears: "Don't do it, they are people from Wushuang Holy City."