Supreme Killer

Chapter 658: A sword

Chapter 658: A sword

Chapter 65 One Sword

Huhu!

When the countless sword intents flooded Xiao Fan, with Xiao Fan as the center, a terrible storm of sword energy suddenly set off. The storm of sword energy turned rapidly in a spiral shape, blocking all the sword energy out.

Immediately afterwards, a stream of light rose into the sky from the spiral sword aura, and then turned into a figure, who could be besides Xiao Fan.

"Don't run!"

An angry shout came out, and a dozen figures of people suddenly moved towards the sky to besiege.

"Run?" The corner of Xiao Fan's mouth raised above the sky slightly. He had never thought of running away, but he didn't want to be attacked by a few people.

But what he didn't expect was that there was not only Wuhen who was defeated outside, Wuxin and his fate were waiting for him, and there were eight figures, a total of eleven people.

Moreover, there are still several pairs of eyes looking down at Yan Dan in secret, ready to attack and kill at any time.

"It's been a long time since I really moved my muscles and bones, just to try the power of the Shura sword." Xiao Fan twisted his neck and made a creak.

Seeing that the ten people were about to approach, Xiao Fan finally moved.

"The rhythm of the sword!"

With a whisper in his heart, Xiao Fan suddenly disappeared in place, and people could only see a sword-qi ripple spreading in all directions, like water waves.

"what"

A scream of screams came from the void, breaking the silence of the space. There were several figures in the void that slaughtered Xiao Fan and stopped instantly.

The others didn't know why, but they did not hesitate to retreat to the rear, because the people who screamed were flooded by the ripples of sword air.

"What?" Wuxin called out in horror, staring at the figure shrouded in sword air ripples.

Puff puff!

At this moment, blood swords burst into the bodies of the few people, tearing them to pieces, turning them into a cloud of blood and filling the air.

No wonder they were so horrified that the sword energy was surging from the inside out, how could they resist it.

Fortunately, they found out in time, otherwise, they might be the ones who died.

With a scream, Xiao Fan's figure appeared again, standing calmly in the distance, the cold eyes under the black mask, revealing endless killing intent.

"Who are you? Why have I never heard of you?" Bai Wuhen stopped in the distance, looking at Xiao Fan with an ugly expression.

"Xiao Fan! You are Xiao Fan! Four months ago, dozens of Ning Family's war emperors died with the same sword." A monk looked at Xiao Fan in horror, shaking all over.

Xiao Fan raised his eyebrows, and he didn't expect to be recognized by others, but it was normal. After all, many people had left the imperial dynasty after participating in the Trial of Killing the King.

"Xiao Fan? You are Xiao Fan?" He was chasing his life, and suddenly he showed a fierce look when he heard Xiao Fan's name.

"What is it, what is it not?" Xiao Fan's eyes were very calm, and he fought head-on. The cultivator of the War Emperor Realm really didn't fear anyone.

"In the first round of the Dragon Emperor trial, is the blood hand dead in your hands?" He grinned, murderous intent was born quietly and glared at Xiao Fan, ready to do it at any time.

"I killed a lot of people, I don't know which one you are talking about." Xiao Fan said lightly, but a vague figure was instantly recalled in his mind.

"You know, the blood hand is my own brother. If you kill him, let him be buried with him. Not only you, but everyone in your Xiao family must be buried with my younger brother!" The air of ice spread, and the temperature of the void dropped several degrees in vain.

Xiao Fan was slightly surprised. It's no wonder that someone threatened him at the beginning, saying what would happen if the blood hand was killed, but he had never paid attention to it. He did not expect to meet the blood hand brother here.

If Xiao Fan had heard the words of threat of chasing for life before, it would have been murderous.

But now Xiao Fan, who has understood the fourth level of killing intent, has a very calm face, but the killing intent in his heart has quietly risen, but it does not affect his mood at all.

"Since you are here to participate in the Trial of Killing the King, you must be prepared to die at any time. You don't even have this awareness, come to be a killer?" Xiao Fan looked disdainful.

The Trial of Killing the King was originally a cannibalism, but it is normal to die.

Xiao Fan generally wouldn't take the initiative to kill people, unless he threatened people related to him, just like the **** enchantment last time, Xiao Fan took the initiative to design and destroy more than 60 killers in Yan Luo Mansion.

Of course, it is equally understandable to come to him for revenge, but if you want to kill Xiao Fan, you must also be prepared to be killed.

"Since you are enlightened, then you die."

With a fateful roar, the whole person suddenly disappeared in place. When he reappeared, he had already come to Xiao Fan. At the same time, a terrifying sword light soared into the sky, like a wild beast, breaking free from its cage, exuding what it originally belonged to. The wild and ferocious.

The speed of chasing his life was very fast, unbelievably fast, and his sword was like a flash of light.

Although he was only in the middle of the battle emperor, his burst speed and spirit power fluctuations were definitely not weaker than the peak of the battle emperor, and even the emperor of the war emperor.

Feeling the sharp sword aura, Xiao Fan's face was a bit tingling, he slowly raised the sword in his hand, and gently cut it out, leaving a shadow of the sword in the void.

The sword in his hand has not yet fallen, and a terrifying river of swords has bloomed in the void.

"Four-fold killing and cutting, the sword of killing and cutting!"

With a whisper in his heart, the sword in Xiao Fan's right hand suddenly sent out a strange wave of sword energy, but it was impossible to catch it with the naked eye.

Only in pursuit of life could see a **** black sword light hitting him directly, and even the entire void seemed to be stained blood black, leaving him nowhere to hide.

It seemed that this sword was no longer a sword light, but a sea of blood-colored light, drowning everything, faintly able to see an arc-shaped blood-black light, fast like lightning, rapidly expanding in his pupils.

puff!

There was no terrible sword howl, no screaming roar, just a crisp sound, the sword light that chased for life was instantly drowned, and then disappeared.

At the same time, the fate-hunting figure stood in stalemate, the mask on his face broke open, revealing a pale face, lingering eyes looking at Xiao Fan, full of fear and unwillingness.

Immediately afterwards, the chase suddenly fell towards the ground, and the whole person no longer had any vitality.

"Hiss!" The hearts of the crowd trembled fiercely, and the sound of a cold breath sounded.

One sword, just one sword killed the chase, what a terrible strength this is.

The most important thing is that they didn't see the sword clearly just now and died after chasing their lives.

Of those present, it is estimated that the only person who was chasing for life could clearly see the **** black light, but he was fortunate to have witnessed his life.

"Huh!" The people who were just about to attack Xiao Fan were frightened and flee in vain. They were even killed by a sword in pursuit of their lives. How could they be Xiao Fan's opponent.

Wuxin and Bai Wuhen's mouth twitched fiercely. Wuxin was okay. He couldn't see his face with a mask, but Bai Wuhen's face at the moment was pale.

"Don't you want my sword? There is still a chance." Xiao Fan slowly raised the sword, pointed at Wuxin and Bai Wuhen in the distance, and said calmly.