Chapter 1599

The buzzing sound resounded, all kinds of weapons crisscrossed, air waves broke the air, like a storm, crazy toward Wang Fan killed in the past.

That burst sound roar, is simply enlightening!

"Kill me? You deserve it, too? " Wang Fan grins grimly, and his whole body is full of aura. The shadow knife sweeps out in an instant.

When the cloud splitting sword technique was used, the waves broke through the air, and instantly dispersed into countless strands, and madly faced those attacks.

Boom boom!

Harsh sound resounded, in the huge waves riot, Wang Fan crazy began to retreat.

At the same time, those who lack the strength of the sky are also twisted by the spreading waves of terror, and they instantly regress and blood flies.

Broken limbs and arms mixed with scarlet blood flying all over the sky, at this moment, it seems that here has become a human purgatory.

"Mr. Pengyun, you provoked me on that day, and then I took your space ring. That's your fault. I've saved your life that day, but you don't know what to do and want to kill me. In that case, you should die first. "

Wang Fan said with a grim smile. After stabilizing his body, he didn't stop for a moment. His body was as empty as a roc, and he jumped up like a ROC. The mighty momentum swept away, and then he cut down again.

Hum!

The sword wave rolled out, and hundreds of Zhang's laughter instantly swept to Pengyun and the people around him.

"Together, kill him, fight with him!"

Pengyun face suddenly changed, in the crazy roar at the same time, his people are burst back to open, eyes flashing infinite fear.

This knife is so terrible that he can't take it at all. Moreover, he has already felt that Wang Fan's strength has reached the sixth level of the terrible heaven.

What's the growth rate of Tianjing sixth floor?

You know, when Wang Fan just entered Zongyuan's secret place, he was only in the ninth floor of the earth realm. How long has it been since then that he has reached the sixth floor of the heaven realm?

The speed of strength improvement is simply terrible.

Pengyun can feel the horror of Wang Fan's knife, and other people can feel it naturally.

They all want to retreat, but there are too many people, so they can't avoid it at all. In desperation, they can only bite their teeth and roar, and launch a crazy attack again.

With a roar, Wang Fan cut off with a knife, and the rain of blood was flying.

In an instant, dozens of monks on the ninth floor of the earth were directly cut off and fell into a pool of blood.

The red blood flowed and dyed the whole ground red, and the air was full of blood.

Pengyun whole person, is directly split into two parts, and then in the fierce killing stir, into a pool of blood.

Looking at Wang Fan, who killed Pengyun and dozens of monks in the ninth floor of Dijing with one knife, all of them were scared and could not help feeling numb.

It's terrible. It's terrible.

They had never seen such a terrible monk on the sixth floor of heaven.

Wang Fan a knife cut, but also a burst of blood rolling, his whole person was also that all over the air volume, the body overflowed with countless blood.

After all, this is a crazy attack by hundreds of people. It's just like a rainstorm all over the sky.

No matter how tough he is, he can't hide and bear all of them.

At this time, he has completely become a blood man, looks terrible, only the shadow knife in his hand, is still shining, not stained with any blood.

"Kill! He's hurt! It's dying. Kill him. Everything on him is ours! "

"He can break through to such a situation in such a short time. There are absolutely many treasures on him. As long as we kill him, those things will be ours."

The leaders of the three layers of Tianjing yelled at the top of their voices, and their whole body was full of Qi. They once again bewitched the people to kill Wang Fan.

So far, they can't stop at all.

For if the king does not die, they will all die in the future.

Now they have so many people and the chance to kill Wang Fan, but once they miss the chance, they will not be able to gather again in the future.

At that time, as long as they meet Wang Fan again, no one will be Wang Fan's opponent. Therefore, Wang Fan, must die!

"Kill me? What are you? Just a group of local people dare to kill me. In that case, you should die first. "

Wang Fan said with a grim smile, his body suddenly flickered, turned into a streamer, and then killed all the people crazily again.

The air waves all over the sky stirred up the war. It was just like the sky was falling apart, the sun and the moon were not shining.

The rocks were broken and the ground was destroyed.

The terrible air waves are like thunder and lightning, which constantly flicker and roar, destroying the whole area.

In the air, on the ground, there was a shower of blood everywhere, and there were broken limbs and arms.

Here, it seems to have become a battlefield, the battlefield of Shura.Wang Fan holds a shadow knife, which is like the wind and the devil. Each knife will take away countless people's lives and set off countless blood fog.

It seems that he is no longer a person, but a god of killing and a devil.

The intention of killing was like substance, and the oppressed people couldn't breathe.

In a short time, more than 200 monks died and fell into a pool of blood. Even the three-tier strongmen of Tianjing, who were the first, were beheaded.

On the ground, there are also piles of corpses, forming a series of hills, which look extremely terrifying.

Not far away, Su Yueyi and Xue Xianzi, who had no hands, looked at the scene. Their faces turned pale and their hearts were shocked.

In the face of the crazy attack of hundreds of monks, Wang Fan killed nearly 300 people. This is really terrible.

This kind of person even entered the secret place of Zongyuan. For other monks who entered the secret place of Zongyuan, it was a disaster.

They couldn't help being afraid. Fortunately, they didn't do it. Otherwise, they would not be spared now.

Not only the two of them, but also the remaining two or three hundred monks were shocked.

More than half of the five or six hundred people were killed, which made their hearts filled with fear.

If they had known that, they shouldn't have joined in.

Unfortunately, it's too late to say anything now.

Some of them are still attacking madly, trying to kill Wang Fan, but some of them have already started to retreat slowly and have the idea of escape.

Wang fan can ignore these, still there crazy fighting.

His body has more than a myriad of scars, blood dripping, the breath is not as strong as before, with the decline of the situation.

"He's dying. Come on, don't give him a break. Kill him!"

A young man on the third floor of Tianjing was feeling Wang Fan's unsteady breath. He couldn't help his mind for a while and cheered wildly.

This man is the suitor of Su Yueyi. Before, in Zongyuan mountain range, the black faced man who was looking for trouble with Wang Fan was also his subordinate.

With the voice of the youth, all of them were in a daze, frantically urging the aura in the body, and launched another round of crazy attack.

Even those who plan to escape are no exception. They have decided that after this attack, if they can't hurt Wang Fan any more, they will flee directly.

"Ah Wang Fan felt another round of crazy attack from the crowd and couldn't help roaring up to the sky.

He knew he couldn't go on like this. If he went on like this, he would have to be consumed alive.

At first, Wang Fan thought that it was not a problem to deal with only 500 or 600 people with his current strength, but now it seems that he overestimated himself.