Chapter Three and Two

No one had thought that Xiao Fan was severely injured, and even dared to clamor for the Wang Dao League of the Battle Soul Academy.

However, apart from the Wang Daomeng, none of those present dared to underestimate Xiao Fan, because they saw Xiao Fan kill Qin Dao with their own eyes.

"Senior Brother Yun, what are you afraid of? Can he deal with so many of us in the middle of the King of War Realm?"

"Yeah, our King Dao League hasn't been afraid of anyone yet, but we can't be shocked by a wounded mid-War King Realm boy. We will destroy him first."

"Looking at him like this, he definitely has no power to resist. Where can he kill us."

The people of the Wang Dao League finally couldn't help but began to clamor, you say, I say, they don't believe that Xiao Fan can kill the Battle Emperor Realm, even so, he has been seriously injured, and he is definitely not their opponent.

"Boy, who are you?" Yun Zhuo took a deep breath, and a look of disgust flashed in his eyes. This kid dared to lie to himself and almost believed him.

Naturally, those people in the Imperial League would not remind them that they would rather the people from the King Dao League help kill Xiao Fan.

The cultivators around would not remind, because when Xiao Fan's icy eyes glanced at them, there was a deep icy coldness, and they didn't know what Xiao Fan had the confidence to deal with the people of the Royal League.

"Dayan, Xiao Fan!" Xiao Fan smiled faintly and said, "Didn't Qin Fei tell you?"

"What kind of **** Dayan, I have never heard of it." Yun Zhuo snorted.

"Senior Brother Yun, there is a Dayan dynasty under the Xueyue Dynasty. It is probably the Dayan." Someone reminded Yun Zhuo in time.

"Oh? It turned out to be a kid from a dynasty?" Yun Zhuo finally laughed when he heard the words, smiling very happily.

In his opinion, no matter how strong the dynasty kid is, no matter how strong he is, no matter how talented he is, he can't reach their level without sufficient training resources.

Moreover, their strength and identity are no less than the masters of a dynasty, so how can they put a dynasty in their eyes?

"In this case, there is no burden." Yun Zhuo barked his teeth, and thought to himself that he was almost deceived by this little **** just now, and this instantly aroused his anger.

"Brothers, kill him and avenge Qin Fei! Rectify my name for the royal alliance!"

Yun Zhuo smiled coldly, spreading out his hand, a big knife suddenly appeared, and with a wave of his arm, dozens of hundreds of people all rushed towards Xiao Fan, with mighty and terrifying aura.

Xiao Fan's face was very calm. He slowly took out a piece of purple salvia and held it in his mouth, and took out two gold needles with dragon patterns, one plunged into his soul sea and the other submerged on top of his head.

The crowd looked at Xiao Fan weirdly, not knowing what he meant, especially when they saw a golden needle disappearing in their heads, many people thought they were dreaming.

"call!"

When people were in doubt, Xiao Fan suddenly blew a gust of wind, and the spirit energy roared from all directions, all of which poured into Xiao Fan's body.

With just one or two breaths, Xiao Fan's spirit power was fully replenished, and the whole person exploded into turbulent weather.

"What is this method?" The crowd's pupils shrank, and their eyes were filled with surprise. His method of replenishing soul power was too fast.

"This method definitely has sequelae, but people like Wang Daomeng are miserable. I don't know if Xiao Fan will actually kill them." Another person said.

puff!

Facts proved that their worries were unnecessary. Several heads had already flown in the void, and the blood column was splashing several feet high. The people of the Wang Dao League were so frightened that they were completely cold and stopped in an instant.

Fast, too fast!

Moreover, not only the speed is fast, but the strength is also very strong. They didn't even see how Xiao Fan shot.

Yun Zhuo's face was pale, as if he had eaten a dead mouse as uncomfortable. It was the Wang Ba Lao who said that he had no power to resist. How could he be resisting? It was simply a slaughter.

"Brother, misunderstanding, this is a misunderstanding, we are from the Battle Soul Academy, you can't kill us." Yun Zhuo quickly begged for mercy, with a slight threat in his tone.

"Brother? Don't get dirty with the word'brother'. Only your Battle Soul Academy can kill people, and others cannot kill your Battle Soul Academy? How can there be such a good thing in the world!" Xiao Fan smiled coldly and slowly walked up Before, every step made a sword, every sword, one person must die.

These cultivators of the Battle King realm, in the hands of Xiao Fan, were like papers, and couldn't stand the destruction at all.

"Asshole, you can't stop it!" Yun Zhuo roared, how could he think that Xiao Fan really dared to kill them.

"Puff! Puff!"

What greeted him were two flying heads, two more dead souls under the sword, and the others were completely shattered by Xiao Fan's methods.

This boy is terrible, he is simply a **** of murder.

"Little bunny, you do it again, I will kill your brother, and the little beast!" Yun Zhuo saw that Xiao Fan was threatened and it didn't work, so he turned his attention to Guan Xiaoqi and Mad Wolf.

"Puff!" As soon as the voice fell, Yun Zhuo felt a sudden cold in his chest, blood gushing in his mouth, and an incredible color on his face.

In front of him, stood a **** figure, holding his neck in one hand, and holding a sword like a sword in the other, and a cold blade like a flying knife was fiercely inserted into his chest.

"Hiss~" The crowd took a deep breath, and everyone felt numb all over. Xiao Fan was so terrible. Just now, he was still more than ten meters away from Yunzhuo, and he killed Yunzhuo in less than a flash?

It really complied with Yun Zhuo's words just now: You will be wiped out in the blink of a finger.

It's a pity that it is him who is dead now, but it is Xiao Fan who made the shot.

"I hate being threatened the most. You successfully angered me." Xiao Fan stabbed again forcefully, and the Slaughter Knife burst out with countless qi, tearing Yunzhuo's internal organs to pieces.

The blood spurted out of Yun Zhuo's mouth, and he couldn't stand the ravages. He didn't make a sound when he couldn't breathe. Xiao Fan strongly lifted the Slaughter Knife, and Yun Zhuo's body suddenly turned into blood mist.

From beginning to end, Yun Zhuo couldn't say a word!

The crowd watching this scene is frightened, devil, this Xiao Fan is definitely a devil!

Even Yi Yun felt that he had only met Xiao Fan in the first place. Such a method was too **** and violent, and completely inconsistent with his usual gentle and gentle personality.

Xiao Fan kept silent, looking at the remaining members of the Royal League with a grim face, "I'm here, didn't you say you want to kill me, don't you want to do it? You won't have a chance after that!"

The people of Wang Daomeng dared to take action, they kept backing away in fright, and several people were so frightened that they **** off. The smell of urine was mixed in the **** air, which made people disgusting.

"Since you don't do it, it's me." Xiao Fan grinned. He didn't plan to let those who wanted to kill him go and let them leave. When the time comes, he will definitely kill himself.

Xiao Fan would never do repetitive things, things that can be solved at once would never waste two time.

"Run!" Seeing Xiao Fan's hideous smile, someone in the Wang Daomeng reacted and fled in all directions.

The sword qi flickered, and the screams were endless, blood was already flowing here, and countless corpses spread across it, like an asura field.

"Stop!" Suddenly, a loud shout came from a distance, and the violent weather made people's internal organs boil.