Chapter 3512

Looking at this shocking scene, in an instant, the whole scene fell into silence again.

After a short silence, there was an uproar.

"How is that possible?"

"How could he be so powerful?"

"Although I can't see through his cultivation, I can barely feel that his cultivation doesn't reach xianzun. Why can I hit xianzun three levels with one sword?"

Countless shocking voices came out, and the monks were unbelievable.

Monk Xianwang, it's really against the heaven that he can hit the third floor of xianzun with one sword.

Even if Wang Fan has the element of sneak attack, it is still shocking.

You know, Xianwang and xianzun are two completely different concepts.

Monk xianzun, no matter the strength of Xianyuan, the understanding of Daodao, or the realm of xianzun, is not comparable to that of Xianwang at all.

A monk of Immortal King may be able to beat the same monk of Immortal King across several small realms. However, it is not easy to beat immortal Zun even if it is the Ninth level of Immortal King.

Not to mention, it was xianzun three that was defeated, and it was second killed.

This kind of terrifying cross-border combat strength, even the number one on the list of immortals, can't be achieved at all.

It's just that Wang Fan's figure has emerged.

He was holding a snow-white fairy king sword in his right hand, constantly dancing in the void, but his eyes were cold looking at the monks who attacked him below.

That cold eyes, as if looking at the dead in general, chilling.

"You are all going to die."

The cold voice spits out from Wang Fan's mouth, and the snow-white sword in his hand is also dancing faster and faster.

With the dancing of the sword in his hand, the sword power between heaven and earth converged madly, and soon formed a terrible vortex.

"No, everyone get ready to fight. He's going to attack us."

The monks felt the scene, and their faces were even worse.

An immortal stepped out from the fourth floor. While talking, he pointed out the sword formula with his right hand and pointed to the air.

Whoosh!

With the touch of his fingers, the immortal yuan in front of him surged quickly. In an instant, he had condensed into a huge sword and chopped directly at Wang Fan in the air.

In addition, when the monks saw this scene, they all came back to God and sacrificed their magic weapons one after another. They madly attacked Wang Fan in mid air.

Despite the previous attacks, many people were killed and injured.

But there are still nearly 100 people left.

All of these nearly 100 people are monks at or above the second level of xianzun, and those with the highest accomplishments have reached the fourth level of xianzun.

So instead of retreating, they chose to attack.

Hum, hum.

A dazzling attack soared to Wang Fan in the sky.

A cold radian appeared in the corner of Wang Fan's mouth. He held a sword in his right hand and cut it off with a sword.

"The eight moves of Shenjian, the second move!"

Hum!

A bright sword light emerged, bringing up countless whirlpools of crazy rotation. While devouring the surrounding space Xianyuan, it directly incarnated into tens of millions and chopped down towards those attacks below.

Boom boom!

With the continuous explosion, countless attacks were smashed, countless friars were killed again, and nearly 100 friars fell down again.

On the horizon, Wang Fan's face was also very pale.

However, he did not retreat. Instead, he continued to stir up the immortal yuan in his body. As he soared up to a higher place, he gathered the third sword.

If in the past, in the face of so many friars besieged, Wang Fan must want to retreat or escape.

It's impossible for him to fight these people.

After all, even if he killed so many people, he would be extremely seriously injured.

But during this time, Wang Fan was too subdued and depressed.

The Chu Dynasty, the Dark Alliance, and even the Royal Palace forced him to escape several times. Even now, he did not dare to show his true face.

His mood can be imagined.

In his heart, he was even more angry.

Recently, this shameless group of loose repair of Chu Dynasty, because of greed, wanted to kill him, directly and completely aroused his anger, let him completely burst out.

Wang Fan's sword was stronger and stronger, and the power of the road was more and more terrible. Soon, the third sword had been formed and cut down directly.

Hum!

There was another sound. Nearly a hundred sword lights, like sword rain, fell down from the sky and cut directly at the crowd.

This time, the friars did not choose to shake, but began to panic around.

They can all feel the power of Wang Fan's third sword. It's so powerful that they all feel numb.

Boom boom!

There were several explosions. Even though the monks were hiding very fast, some people were still cut by the sword light, and their bodies were directly split into several parts.The bloody and violent scene stimulated everyone's nerves and made everyone's heart tremble.

The immortal looked at the scene on the fourth floor, and his face was also very ugly.

He raised his head and looked at Wang Fan standing in the sky like a God.

Looking at Wang Fan's pale face, he said coldly, "it's really worthy of Wang Yun palace master's biography. The strength is really strong, but how long can you last?"

Cold and arrogant voice spread out, he pinched Jue with both hands, directly condensed a handprint, toward the mid air Wang Fan shot and killed.

Wang Fan gave him a cold glance, and soon he had cut the fourth sword again.

The fourth floor of immortal Zun saw Wang Fan's fourth sword cleaving down and his body was flashing quickly, so he didn't touch Wang Fan at all.

Boom!

There was another explosion, and there were many terrible ravines on the earth. Although the fourth floor of xianzun escaped by chance, the rest of the second and third floors of xianzun were killed again.

Wang Fan's face has been more pale, but he still did not stop, the sword in his hand continued to dance, condensed the fifth sword of the eight types of Shenjian.

However, this time, his eyes were locked on the fourth floor of the immortal statue, sneering, "I can't last long, but my next sword will cut you first."

"Back up."

"Run away!"

"This man is too demon to be defeated!"

Those friars who survived by chance looked at the scene and felt the terrible momentum of Wang Fan and the terrible power of the sword.

They no longer dare to stay here, but frantically show their bodies and run away towards the distance.

The four layers of xianzun's face was gloomy, and he also escaped, but he was shocked to find that he had been locked by Wang Fan's mental power.

In this case, he can't hide at all, he can only fight.

"Go to hell!"

But Wang Fan didn't want to talk nonsense at all. The fifth move of the eight moves of the divine sword was soon condensed.

His body was like electricity. He approached the fourth floor of xianzun in an instant, and then cut it down with a sword.

"It's just a fairy king. You want to kill me, too?"

The pupil of the fourth floor of xianzun was choking. He was hoarse and roaring. He took out a sharp shuttle in his hand. The sharp shuttle tore out a hissing voice in the air and madly hit Wang Fan's fifth sword.

However, he hastily under the attack, where can stop Wang Fan's fifth sword?

Boom!

With a blast, the long shuttle in xianzun's fourth floor hand was directly lifted, and his whole body was drowned by the sword.

"No, no!"

He screamed in horror. Unfortunately, his voice was also drowned quickly.