Chapter One Zero and Four Zero

Where Xiao Fan was, there was an asura field, the sky was stained with blood, wailing, and desperate screams were endless.

"Chih, chih~" A series of terrifying sharp sword shooting sounds sounded, and the sound of heart beating and thumping one after another, dozens of people who stood in front of Xiao Fan were all killed by him.

As long as they belonged to the six major families, Xiao Fan didn't let him go. Although he was good at killing one, he didn't plan to let one go.

At this moment, the void around Xiao Fan is full of monstrous sword intent. Whoever blocks him will kill him!

However, no one dared to stand in front of him anymore, Xiao Fan was simply killing the gods, and everything he went through was a **** storm. The current Xiao Fan was so terrible that he didn't even care about the Holy Land of War.

"Shura was born, blood stained the blue sky, this is true!" Someone of the older generation of cultivators spoke in shock, his teeth trembled.

When the crowd heard the words, they looked towards the void, and the sky was extremely red, as if stained with blood, the setting sun was setting, and the afterglow fell on the ground, further reflecting the enchanting blood.

"Asshole, stop this deity!" Zhanfenglei roared, and suddenly, his breath soared, and behind him, a huge light and shadow appeared.

The light and shadow are ten feet high, and the whole body is blooming with golden light, dazzling.

boom! At the same time, from above the nine heavens, thunders roared down, all rushing into the body of Zhanfenglei, and Zhanfenglei was full of thunder and lightning, extremely fierce.

As if he could break the void with just one chop, the aura exuding from him was even more terrifying than Xiao Fan.

"No, he used the power of the gods!" Ye Shishui exclaimed, with a worried expression on his face.

"The power of the gods?" Su Guzong on the side took a cold breath.

"Huh?" Xiao Fan raised his head and glanced at Zhan Fenglei, and his blood-colored pupils shot out two beams of light. Raising his hand was a sword, and dozens of people died tragically.

He also felt that the battle wind thunder at the moment was a bit terrifying, and the strength was too terrifying, as if he was far from just the middle stage of the battle, but the general stage of the battle.

"The power of power?" Xiao Fan thought of a possibility for an instant. It was a means of power that he had seen from Asura's inheritance.

The power of the gods, if you say it better, is able to make your mind communicate with the **** of war, borrow a trace of the power of the **** of war, and it is not good to say, that is, the slave uses the power of the master.

This method is equivalent to the monk being possessed by other people's ideas, and his strength can be increased a lot in a short time, but there is a limitation.

This condition is that the possessed monk can't have any thoughts of resisting the possessed person's mind, even a bit of it is very likely to fail.

Such a person, the minion called the possessed person, exalts him.

But having said that, the power of the gods is indeed extremely powerful, allowing the battle wind and thunder in the middle of the battle holy realm to break through to the later stage of the battle in one fell swoop.

"Xiao Fan, this deity doesn't want to kill you, but you are too cruel, now it's time for you to catch it." Zhanfenglei's cold voice sounded, as if two people were talking, and they were extremely strange.

Xiao Fan's face was cold, this power of the gods was very peculiar. The reason why he was able to soar now was because the Shura bloodline transformed his body, and it was only one step away that he might have the legendary Shura God Body.

However, this is also his limit. Once he transforms into a true Shura perfect body, Xiao Fan's will is likely to collapse and completely lose himself.

Now he only wants to kill, but at least he still has his own sense of autonomy. Once he becomes Shura, there will only be killing.

"Allow you and the three to use the power of the gods once to kill Ye Shiyu and the others." Seeing Xiao Fan's silence, Zhan Fenglei's face showed a hideous look.

"Yes, the lord." The three remaining elders in the Temple of War were delighted. The next moment, the momentum of the three also skyrocketed, and three streams of light roared from the sky.

"Little Witch, take them away quickly!" Xiao Fan's expression was extremely solemn, and he knew exactly what he had to face next.

In the late stage of the battle, and the middle stage of the three battles, even if he is now, he is not an opponent.

An anxious look appeared on the little witch's face, but she wiped away the tears from her eyes, and vigorously lifted Ling Feng, Fatty, Guan Xiaoqi, Chu Qingkuan, and Amethyst Thunder Beast, preparing to flee towards the distance.

At this moment, another figure appeared in the crowd and appeared beside the little witch. The little witch just wanted to make a move, but Xiao Fan stopped it.

"Ye Feng, proceed according to the previous plan." Xiao Fan said without looking back. He stood in the air holding the Shura sword and stopped Zhan Feng Lei and the three mid-stage elders of the Battle Saint Realm.

"Kill them!" How could Zhanfenglei let Lingfeng and the others go? In an instant, the three elders of the Temple of War rushed out, and Zhanfenglei punched Xiao Fan.

"Dead!" Xiao Fan also blushed, and Shura's divine wings flashed and instantly appeared next to one of the elders. The Shura sword struck his neck, obviously he couldn't die anymore.

"boom!"

At this moment, Zhan Fenglei's punch hit Xiao Fan's back, his back nearly collapsed, his breastbone protruding, and blood and visceral debris spurted out of his mouth.

"Kill, avenge our people!"

"Kill them!"

The cultivators of the six major families also rioted. Xiao Fan's strength is indeed terrifying, but Zhan Feng Lei is now more powerful, and they suddenly become crazy.

Just now Xiao Fan killed many of their relatives and friends, and now they want to kill Xiao Fan's relatives and friends for revenge.

Xiao Fan's eyes were red, and he found that the gap between himself and the late stage of the Battle Saint Realm was simply a gap. Now he is only half-step Asura Divine Body at best, and this state can't last for too long.

If this continues, only his death is waiting. Although Xiao Fan is not afraid of death, he can't just watch the tragic death of his lover and brother.

He wanted to become a ruthless Shura immediately, so that he would have the possibility of competing with the wind and thunder, but once he became a complete Shura divine body, his consciousness would be completely lost.

In this way, even if Zhanfenglei didn't kill the little witch and them, he himself would probably kill them. In the eyes of the real Shura, only massacre.

boom! Zhan Fenglei hit Xiao Fan's chest with another punch, and his body flew upside down in a bow shape, hitting the street heavily, and buildings collapsed.

When the crowd saw this, they couldn't help sucking in air, the power of the gods was so terrible, even the Palace Master Asura didn't have any power to fight back.

They had completely forgotten that Xiao Fan, the Palace Master of Asura Palace, was just a peak of the Emperor of War.

When people were surprised, Xiao Fan rushed out of the ruins again. He did not dare to fall. Once he fell, the little witch and the others would have to die.

To kill the little witch and the fat man, they had to step on his body.

"Exit!" Suddenly, there was a blast, and I saw an elder of the Temple of War, blasting out with a palm, and a thunder and lightning palm of hundreds of meters in size pushed out horizontally, with an unmatched momentum. They killed the little witch.

The strength of the little witch is very abnormal, Ye Feng is also a strong in the early stage of the battle, but under this palm, the two have no resistance.

"No~" Xiao Fan yelled up to the sky and tried his best to fly towards the little witch and the others. Unfortunately, Zhan Feng Lei couldn't make him what he wanted.

It was another punch that blasted Xiao Fan fiercely into the air. In the process of flying backwards, Xiao Fan saw that the golden palms completely drowned the little witch and the others.