Chapter 180: Who is fighting

Chapter Eighty Zero Who Fights

The cold wind blew and stirred Xiao Fan's thick hair. Xiao Fan held a cold knife sharply, like a vigorous pine and cypress, and stood proudly like a lonely Yang, letting the cold wind pierce his face like a blade.

The two figures on the opposite side showed a gloomy face, grinned, and their murderous intent raged all over, even the strong wind was blocked.

"I won't swallow you alive today, I don't have the surname Zhu!" Zhu Xiong's eyes were filled with cold light, and a whistle came out like an arrow from a string.

"You are not as good as a pig or a dog." Xiao Fan's eyes were cold, his feet stepped on the ethereal gods, and the sword energy ran across the void, and the snowflakes were torn apart by the sword energy. Xiao Fan explained what speed is.

UI!

No matter where it is, this is the most reasonable saying!

When the speed reached the extreme, the opponent had no time to fight back, and the sword in his hand had already taken the opponent's life. This was the true speed.

Puff puff!

Blossoms of blood blossoms in the void, quickly condensing into blood-colored frost in the void, giving people a bone-to-heart coolness.

Xiao Fan's eyes were cold. I don't know when, Wufeng in his hand had disappeared and turned into a white long sword. Facing the two peak cultivators of the battle sect, he chose to fight with the Asura sword.

After more than a month of training with the Edgeless Sword, his arm strength has reached a terrifying level, and the Shura Sword in his hand is like nothing.

"Boy, do you dare to kill my son, today you must die, there is a kind of don't run away!" Zhang Ran rushed forward, wearing a pair of black gloves on his hands, surrounded by black mist, giving people a great danger sense.

"Do you think I am on the run?" Xiao Fan's mouth raised slightly, and he looked at Zhang Ran with a smile, with a sense of high spirits.

Zhang Ran was speechless when he asked about Xiao Fan's words. At this moment, Xiao Fan was indeed not fleeing, but wanted to kill both of them. Zhu Xiong was injured by Xiao Fan's sword energy, and his speed made him dumbfounded.

"Originally thought that kid would die. After all, he was facing the middle stage of the two battle sect realms, but now it seems that the strength of this kid far exceeds my expectations."

"It's not yet known who will die. If this son grows up, he will definitely not be weaker than the tenth best of the imperial city!"

"Yeah, there was a character from the Dayan Dynasty. His speed is very fast, which reminds me of Shadow Wind, which is ranked second in the Imperial City's top ten shows. However, Shadow Wind is faster than his sword! If Shadow Wind makes a move, I guess The two of them were divided long ago."

The crowd stared at Xiao Fan, daring to face the elders of the Zhan Alchemist Guild in front of so many people, which also required a kind of courage.

"Kill!" Zhu Xiong seemed to be mad, his eyes were bloodshot, he just wanted to kill Xiao Fan by any means.

Xiao Fan said nothing, a fierce light appeared in his eyes, his whole body filled with murderous aura, as if it had materialized, it looked like a layer of blood-colored armor.

When the crowd saw this, they took a breath, and how many talents would be killed would condense a substantial murderous aura.

In an instant, the breath of death swept away, and the crowd of onlookers couldn't help but shudder and backed away.

"Who is the first?!" Xiao Fan raised the Shura sword in his hand and pointed at the two with an extremely cold tone. At this point, it was impossible for him to let Zhang Ran and Zhu Xiong go.

This person Zhu Xiong had no grievances and hatreds against him, and he wanted his own life, which made Xiao Fan already have a murderous heart.

"Slash!"

"Poison Underworld Palm!"

Suddenly, Zhu Xiong and Zhang Ran shouted, and a huge hurricane wolf and a black grass suddenly appeared above their heads.

"Fifth-Rank Battle Spirit, Gale Wind Wolf, Soul Eating Grass?" Xiao Fan narrowed his eyes and recognized these two battle spirits at a glance.

However, he still didn't have any fear, stepping on the ethereal footsteps, leaving a shadow on the spot, and brazenly greeted him.

"One leaf knows autumn!"

With Xiao Fan's light drink, a breath of murder spread, and the surrounding snowflakes suddenly depressed, and then the void exploded, Xiao Fan's sword directly locked Zhang Ran.

Zhang Ran's battle soul is a poisonous battle soul. Once injured by him, he may lose his strength and can only be killed by two people.

Feeling Xiao Fan's fierce sword intent, Zhang Ran retracted his palm, but he was still a step too late. The five fingers were chopped off by the Shura sword, blood blooming in the void.

Zhang Ran roared up to the sky, ten fingers connected to the heart, this kind of pain was far more unbearable than a piece of meat cut off from his body, looked at Xiao Fan with a grim face, only stepped back, and greeted him again.

"Yijian Juechen!"

Xiao Fan pointed his toes and smiled back. He raised his hand to make a sword. A trace of disdain flashed in Zhang Ran's eyes, but his face became frozen in just an instant.

On his chest, a shocking sword mark penetrated the front and back, blood spurted wildly, and then quickly frozen in the void.

"Bastard!" Zhu Xiong's eyes showed horror. Zhang Ran, the pinnacle of the Zhanzong Realm, was killed by this kid with a sword.

"Don't worry, you will accompany him soon. You will not be lonely on Huangquan Road." Xiao Fan grinned, his figure clicked in the void, and cleverly avoided Zhu Xiong's attack.

"Autumn Wind Falling Leaves!" Xiao Fan's voice sounded again, and the second move of the Autumn Wind Sword Art was performed.

The long sword in his hand trembled, and the sword qi burst out like waves, forming a sword qi storm, one wave stronger than one wave.

Under this sword, the snowflakes in the void suddenly stopped, and then disappeared inexplicably, all being shaken by the sword energy.

"Second Epee Stance!" The crowd of spectators took a breath and broke through the Zongzong Realm. There were many people who understood the Stance, and nine out of ten were able to understand it.

However, there is no one in a million that can comprehend the second level, not to mention the second heavy sword force in the middle of the battle realm.

Zhu Xiong was shocked. He felt a strong sense of crisis and wanted to dodge. However, the wave of sword aura was too swift, and it was too late to hide. In a hurry, he could only use his full strength and greet him with a knife.

"Crazy Wolf!" Almost exhausted Zhu Xiong's stab, the opponent realized the second epee potential, he did not dare to underestimate it.

Bang...

The sword qi and sword qi collided violently, setting off a violent storm, and the wind screamed like a beast hissing.

Zhu Xiong stepped back more than a dozen steps before he stabilized his figure. A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. He left countless scars all over his body and panted.

Before today, he had never thought that he would be forced to such a point by a kid from a dynasty.

At this moment, he had slowly calmed down. He knew that he couldn't be Xiao Fan's opponent. He could kill Zhang Ran and he would be next.

He thought of fleeing for the first time, but found that Xiao Fan was nowhere to be seen, only the crowd showed a dumbfounded look.

Zhu Xiong secretly said that it was not good, shaking his head and looking around, but found a smiling face behind him, but this smile, to him, was simply the smiling face of death.

"Autumn is withered!"

A soft drink sounded, and rows of sword qi rippled out, enclosing Zhu Xiong in the middle, forming a circle, and then suddenly moved closer.

Puff puff!

The bright red blood splashed, and countless sword auras all shot into Zhu Xiong's body. Zhu Xiong's horrified eyes stared at Xiao Fan, but he only saw a distant back.

"It shouldn't be!" Looking at the distant back, Zhu Xiong uttered a few words with all his strength, and finally fell unwillingly.