Chapter Five and Seven Since you want to die, make you perfect

Leaving the Huo Imperial City, beside a bustling street in the outer city, there was an old beggar sitting with his head down and dozing off.

"What a strong killing intent! All the killing intents are condensed into a single line, even a little, which old immortal has reached Lihuo Emperor Capital?"

Suddenly, the old beggar opened his eyes, and the turbid eyes flashed with a clear light, and then disappeared in place strangely, as if he had never appeared before.

Not long after, a figure suddenly appeared in a corner of the square where the inner courtyard of the War Soul Academy was located. It was the old beggar before.

"The Ning family is really brave enough to bully the weak with more, relying on the strong to bully the weak, do you think no one dares to move your Ning family? I want to see how many catties your Ning family has. . "A cold light flashed in the old beggar's eyes.

Then his eyes fell on Xiao Fan, and a hint of satisfaction flashed: "Yes, not bad, I realized a trace of the will to kill, and also perfectly integrated into the kendo, I am worthy of my good disciple!"

If Xiao Fan saw an old beggar, he would recognize it at a glance, wouldn't he be his teacher drunkard?

After a while, in the battlefield of life and death, in a very hidden room, sitting a blood-haired youth in a purple robe, on him, there was a mysterious aura circulating.

The blood-haired youth is not someone else, it is Xue Wujue. At this moment, he is cultivating. After a few breaths, the breath of Xue Wujue slowly stabilized. Between the opening and closing of his eyes, a **** killing aura burst out. .

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a stream of light whizzed towards him, before Xue Wujue could react, a blood-colored dagger plunged straight into the ground in front of him, piercing the stone for three points.

Xue Wujue looked down at the blood sword on the ground, his pupils shrank slightly, and then a smile of relief appeared on his face.

On the **** dagger, there was also this piece of paper. Xue Wujue took it over with a little excitement, his expression was slightly solemn, and then he spit out three words: "Mie Ningjia!"

Yes, this is the word on that piece of paper. It only has three words, as if it was saying a trivial thing.

"The Ning family, the old man has never been so angry. What did you do that irritated the old man?" Xue Wujue shook his head and sighed, but his eyes were indifferent, without any mercy.

Outside the Plaza of the Battle Spirit Academy.

Xiao Fan rushed into the crowd like a hungry wolf and began to reap his life wildly, with blood flying and screaming intertwined.

The hearts of the onlookers trembled fiercely, Xiao Fan is really not so cruel, is this preparing to slaughter the Ning Family's hundreds of battle royal realms?

"How dare he!" At first, some people thought Xiao Fan was scaring Ning Wusheng, but now they are completely frightened. After all, that is one of the three Big Mac families.

If all of these people died in the hands of Xiao Fan, the Ning Family's strength might not be greatly reduced, but it would definitely be a huge loss.

Many people heard Ning Wusheng's command and fled in all directions, at an extremely fast speed, as if they had been waiting for Ning Wusheng's command to escape.

This may also be the only way to reduce the Ning family's losses. If you don't escape, you will definitely die. Even if you escape, Xiao Fan can't kill so much.

"The rhythm of the sword!"

Xiao Fan watched as the Ning family war emperors began to flee, and his expression became extremely cold. The Shura sword in his left hand was pulled out in an instant, and the trainers flashed in the eyes of many people.

The next moment, within a radius of several hundred feet, many sword-wielding monks suddenly noticed that the swords in their hands trembled slightly.

"What's the matter with my sword? Why does it move by itself?" Someone exclaimed, their swords trembling as if they were about to burst out of its sheath.

At the time of the tremor, there was a wave of sword energy rippling out, lasing towards the center of the field.

"Ten Thousand Sword Chaozong?" Lou Aotian showed a hint of astonishment, and his eyes towards Xiao Fan were also full of warfare.

"First there was the unity of heaven and man, and then there was the Wanjian dynasty. Xiao Fan's strength is indeed not easy." Chu Qingkang took a deep breath, and his eyes changed slightly when he looked at Xiao Fan.

"This is just the beginning." Lou Aotian shook his head. Although he knew that Xiao Fan was very strong, he still didn't think Xiao Fan could survive.

Even if it was facing Ning Wusheng, he had to use all his strength. After all, Fenghuang Zhanhuang was not the pinnacle of an ordinary war emperor, but he understood the triple artistic conception.

Moreover, for the huge Ning family, there must be strong warriors who are in charge. Once the Ning family's status is really threatened, the old immortals will probably jump out.

Although Xiao Fan was able to kill the middle stage of the battle royal realm, it is absolutely impossible to kill the strongest of the battle king in the middle battle royal realm.

In front of the emperor, even the peak of the emperor realm is just an ant, perhaps a thought in the emperor can kill it.

Killing Ning Wusheng should not be able to shake the roots of the Ning family, but with Xiao Fan's character, would it only stop at Ning Wusheng's death?

Absolutely not! Even if Xiao Fan could tolerate it, the Ning Family would never let him go.

A person who can break through from the middle of the war to the middle of the war within a few months, who knows if one or two years later, can break from the middle of the war to the middle of the war?

The Ning family absolutely didn't dare to gamble, so Xiao Fan must be strangled in the cradle.

Buzzing~whooping!

At this moment, the countless sword aura suddenly burst into radiance, and countless sword auras raged across the void. Many of the Ning family monks who fled were torn apart by the sword aura and turned into countless flesh and blood falling into the void.

The strange thing is that none of the sword qis collide with each other, but they are extremely sharp, as if they are depicting a mysterious pattern.

"Sword pattern?" Bei Chenfeng was horrified and couldn't calm down for a long time: "Hey, people are more popular than others. I haven't touched things for so many years. He actually used combat skills in just a few months."

This sword was not an ordinary sword, but was integrated with the sword patterns Xiao Fan had understood. Although these sword auras looked extremely ordinary, they were extremely fast and had a tricky angle, which was not something ordinary people could resist.

Moreover, Xiao Fan's mind was able to control all sword auras at will, and wherever his mind came, the sword aura passed, how could they escape?

There were screams from high altitude, and the remaining seventy to eighty people only escaped a dozen or twenty, and all the others died under the sword of Xiao Fan.

The crowd was dumbfounded, enough to stuff a duck egg.

It was enough to shock the world with a single sword to kill the two peaks of the War Emperor Realm, but now he actually killed more than 60 War Emperor Realms with a single sword, which is **** scary.

Many people have already regarded the word Xiao Fan as a taboo existence, so don't run into this evil star in the future, it's simply too abnormal, not human at all.

The dozen or so people who had escaped and ascended to heaven were extremely pale, and there were more or less sword marks on their bodies. Everyone felt sore in their hands and feet, and they were directly limp.

"Xiao~Fan~" Ning Wusheng was completely furious, and roared with all his strength, the blood vessels on his neck were swollen and flushed, as if they were about to burst, and he sternly shouted: "Success!"

Ning family died in more than 80 war emperor realms, and his position as Patriarch is absolutely to blame. If Xiao Fan can't be killed, his position as Patriarch of Ning Family is not his.

Of course, Ning Wusheng didn't think so much at this moment, he just wanted to kill Xiao Fan, in order to avenge the murder of his son, and today's shame!

"Since you want to die, make you perfect." Xiao Fan was not afraid, stepped on his feet, like a breeze, and rushed towards Ning Wusheng.