Chapter 2983

It wasn't long before Wang fan stopped, but Zhuo Tianjian had already arrived.

At the moment, his body is full of brilliant light, endless sword spirit is around his body, and the sword spirit is roaring, just like the sword God.

Wang Fan stares at Zhuo Tianjian. He is a man of extraordinary talent.

Just that cultivation and the understanding of the meaning of the sword have surpassed most of the strong in the same realm.

Whoosh!

However, when Wang Fan's eyes were staring at Zhuo Tianjian, a flash of sword light suddenly appeared.

The most important thing is that the light is not from Zhuo Tianjian's hand, but from a shadow not far away from Wang Fan.

No matter the speed of the sword light, the timing of the sword, or the position of the sword light, it is wonderful to the top, which is beyond our imagination.

The light of the sword was bright. In a flash, it had already come to Wang Fan. The fierce sword power was surging, condensed into a point, and stabbed Wang Fan's throat.

Fast, extreme fast.

It's a sword to kill, it's a sword to kill.

Seeing this, Wang Fan's face could not help changing. Almost at the first time, he had already performed the magic of moving space.

But even so, the strong wind of the sword light tore his cheek and brought out a shallow bloodstain on his face.

This shows how fast the sword is.

Wang Fan's figure appeared not far away, looking coldly at the sword maker.

The man was bathed in a black robe, and his breath was almost imperceptible.

Ordinary appearance, temperament is also ordinary, there is no sudden place.

He seems to appear out of thin air, but it seems that he has been there all the time and never moved, which makes people feel very strange.

Wang Fan looked at this person and immediately knew that this person was the one hiding in the dark.

In his heart, he was even more afraid. Although he was on guard against the other side, he was almost killed by the other side.

"Poor Bijian, you've gone too far." Zhuo Tianjian's face changed when he saw the man, and his tone seemed very unhappy.

It took him a long time to catch up with Wang Fan, but before he started, qiongbijian took advantage of him to attract Wang Fan's attention and stabbed out a must kill sword.

This kind of practice makes him very unhappy.

Poor Bijian heard Zhuo Tianjian's words, but he didn't make a sound. Instead, he looked at Wang Fan calmly, and even didn't change his expression.

Even if Wang Fan evaded his self confessed killing sword, he was not surprised and shocked at all, and his expression had no fluctuation.

This alone proves that this person is dangerous enough.

At least, he is far more dangerous than Zhuo Tianjian.

This kind of sword repair is the most terrible.

Of course, if this poor Bijian doesn't show up, even Wang Fan will feel a strong crisis. But since the poor Bijian has appeared, even if he is dangerous, Wang fan is not afraid at all.

The reason why killers are terrible is that they are good at hiding, and they can often make a killing from an unexpected angle when you don't pay attention to them.

But if the killer shows up and is exposed to people, it will be far less terrible.

Whoosh!

The bright light of the sword lights up again, and thousands of sword ideas gather together in a crazy way to form a terrible sword idea, which runs through the void and tears towards Wang Fan.

This time, it was Zhuo Tianjian instead of qiongbi Jian.

Zhuo Tianjian moves. If he doesn't move, he will be scared.

At the moment he started, it seemed that everything in the world gathered into his sword intention.

The sword will kill the whole space, as if to tear everything inside.

Wang Fan felt the killing power, and a strong sense of war appeared in his heart.

This kind of sword cultivation is worthy of being his opponent. He even wants to sacrifice shadow Dao to fight against it to see whether his own sword is strong or his opponent's sword is strong.

Just very soon, Wang fan then strongly resisted this kind of impulse.

Zhuo Tianjian has time to entangle with him, but he doesn't have time to entangle with Zhuo Tianjian. Besides, there is a poor Bijian waiting for an opportunity.

Feeling the terrible meaning of the sword, almost at the first time, Wang Fan decisively put away the shadow knife and took out the killing short gun.

He was crazy to trigger the ban in the killing short gun, and the violent killing force surged out. Under the threat of gun patterns, he was crazy to shoot Zhuo Tianjian and qiongbi Jian.

Boom!

The terrible cracking sound is surging, and the dense strong kisses are surging on the infinite sword meaning, which has been torn into holes in an instant.

The gun pattern is dense all over the sky, almost blocking the sun, and continues to roll towards them.

At this moment, no matter poor Bijian or Zhuo Tianjian, his face changed and became extremely ugly.Even in their eyes, there was a sense of fear.

Even the poor Bijian, whose expression hasn't changed since it appeared, is the same.

They couldn't bear such a terrible situation. They didn't understand how Wang Fan could inspire such a terrible situation.

As the best of heaven, they have extraordinary knowledge. They can see at a glance that Wang Fan's killing short gun is not simple.

And they also know that this kind of killing power was completely released by the remnant gun.

However, they don't understand why Wang Fan's cultivation strength can stimulate such a magic weapon against heaven, and also to such a degree?

Soon, they could no longer think about it.

Because the gun pattern all over the sky, which is full of terror, has completely covered them and torn them.

Even if they have been crazy burning blood essence, has been crazy cohesion defense to resist, but it is far from enough.

The sound of Bangka came out continuously, and their bodies were torn inch by inch, and blood splashed mercilessly.

At this moment, they finally feel what is despair, and finally feel their own insignificance.

When the gun pattern dissipates and everything returns to peace, the shadow of qiongbi sword and Zhuo Tianjian can no longer be seen here. Even Wang Fan has disappeared.

More than ten minutes later, a group of friars arrived here, but they didn't see anything, and Wang Fan had disappeared.

On the top floor of Jiandi palace in Liuzhou college, jianjiqian stands in front of the window of a main hall, gazing at the vast void outside, with extremely cold eyes.

As the leader of the Jiandi palace, he naturally knew that Wang Fan appeared in Liuzhou city and was pursued and killed by many monks.

He also knew that his first disciple qiongbijian and his second disciple Zhuo Tianjian had left the palace.

In his view, this time, Wang fan is sure to die.

Let's not say that his two disciples are out of the mountain. Even if they don't, Wang fan can't live more than three quarters.

As for killing Wang Fan himself, he never thought about it.

In his capacity, even if Wang fan doesn't like him, he won't kill Wang Fan himself.

Because Wang fan doesn't have that qualification.

"Master of the palace, it's not good, poor elder martial brother and Zhuo elder martial brother, he, they ·"

just when Jianji was thinking about whether Wang Fan would be killed by qiongbijian, the first disciple, or Zhuo Tianjian, the second disciple --

suddenly, an urgent and flustered voice came.