Seventh and twenty-five chapters one sword is enough

Turning his gaze, Xiao Fan's eyes cast towards the figure in the void, with murderous flickering in his eyes.

It was an old man with gray hair, wearing a white lace brocade robe, with white hair draped behind his shoulders, and a jade bun on his head. He looked very expensive and had a fairy-like charm.

The aura on his body was erratic, and he couldn't capture it at all. Even Xiao Fan couldn't see through it. He must be in the Battle Emperor Realm.

"Do you think I want to defeat him to find a sense of accomplishment?" Xiao Fan ignored the white-robed old man. Although the white-robed old man made him jealous, he was not afraid of it.

The white-robed old man raised his eyebrows. How could he think that Xiao Fan would talk to him like this? Shouldn't he nod his head to agree and then immediately roll away from here?

"Then what do you want?" The white-robed old man said uncomfortably.

"Kill him!" Xiao Fan smiled indifferently and walked towards Yi Feimo step by step with the Shura sword in his hand.

"Fei Mo has already lost. I will give in on his behalf. I can promise you whatever compensation you want!" The white-robed old man felt the killing intent on Xiao Fan, and his heart sank.

Could this kid really want to kill Fei Mo in front of me? If your master comes here, it’s pretty much the same. As for you, you’re still a little tender.

The white-robed old man was extremely disdainful in his heart, how could he regard a junior in his eyes.

To break through the war emperor realm, talent is important, but it is not only talent that depends on it. Otherwise, there are a lot of eighth-rank war souls of the emperor. Why is the war emperor so rare?

Possessing an eight-rank battle soul only represents the hope of becoming a war emperor, and the hope is not small, but it does not mean that one can definitely become a war emperor.

At least, in the eyes of the white-clothed old man, Xiao Fan could not be the emperor of war. Since he was not the emperor of war, the chance of victory was too slim if he wanted to leap to battle.

"Compensation? Just when you drank it, if you change to a person, you will become an idiot even if you don't die. Would you like to talk to me about compensation?" A cold light flashed in Xiao Fan's eyes.

This old man just seemed to be polite, but he was actually a sinister man. If it weren't for his Xiao Fan's stronger will, comparable to the will of a strong man in the middle of the war, the blow just now would definitely turn him into an idiot.

The battle emperor realm's will to perform soul attacks is not comparable to the war emperor realm, and the war emperor is already at another level.

"Xiao Fan, you have already broken his arm. No matter how sorry he is to you, it is considered a certain price. Why do you have to make such a cruel move? Go ahead, I am not embarrassed for the face of your master. You." The white-robed old man said very indifferently, his eyes were full of disdain when he scanned Xiao Fan.

I just look at your master's face, otherwise, if you die, there is no place to bury your life.

Hearing this, Xiao Fan suddenly laughed, his own shot was too harsh? In the face of my master?

Did he Xiao Fan want to kill Yi Feimo for no reason? If it wasn't for Yi Feimuo who wanted my life, would I kill him?

You said I was too hot. Just now, you old immortal still secretly attacked me with the will of the emperor, but it was unsuccessful. Now you say I am hot?

That's ridiculous!

Xiao Fan did not stop in his footsteps. He slowly raised the sword in his hand and pointed at the white-robed old man and said, "You better get out of the way, otherwise I will kill you together!"

Domineering words were spit out from Xiao Fan's mouth, and then he cast his eyes on Yi Feimo again, a terrible murderous intent blooming crazily.

Yi Feimo, Xiao Fan will not kill him!

"Huh?" The white-robed old man swept his anger and said murderously: "Boy, do you really think that you have a master, so you can be deceived? I will not kill you today, but will teach you for your master!"

The white-robed old man probed his hand towards Xiao Fan and grabbed him. He didn't continue to use his soul power attack. Just now, the soul attack failed to kill Xiao Fan, knowing that this method could not help Xiao Fan.

In this case, it can only be head-on.

The crowd looked at Xiao Fan in horror. How could they think that Xiao Fan was so domineering. Although they could not see the cultivation of the white-robed old man, they knew that they were not at the same level as Xiao Fan, otherwise they would not be so ignorant. Xiao Fan.

"Xiao Fan is still so domineering and leaky." In the distance, several figures appeared, all of Xiao Fan's old friends, Lou Aotian, and Chu frivolous.

The aura on the two of them became more and more unfathomable. They all knew about Xiao Fan's strength. He was still so persistent. The more you stop him, the more he will kill.

Even if there is the intervention of a powerful warrior realm, he also wants to kill.

"You said, can Xiao Fan be the opponent of Yi Moshou? Yi Moshou should have been infinitely close to the middle of the war." Chu Qingkang took a deep breath and found that he could not see Xiao Fan at all.

"What do you think?" Lou Aotian smiled faintly, as if he already had the answer in his mind.

"I don't know, if it's me, you can even fight a tie." Chu shook his head frivolously, and he couldn't predict this battle either.

In the distance, the old man's speed was very fast. Those boring hands came to Xiao Fan instantly and grabbed Xiao Fan's shoulder. His name was Yi Moshou, but he was Yi Feimo's uncle.

Xiao Fan looked cold, and Luo Feng who had killed him was weaker than the old man, but not much weaker.

Even Luo Feng could kill before, let alone deal with Yi Moshou now?

Xiao Fan pulled a sword flower, without urging his soul power at all. It was just the sword flower blooming from the Shura sword, which was directly divided into the void, and Yi Moshou quickly retreated.

"The Emperor of War? You think you are the Emperor of War, so you can deceive me?" Xiao Fan's mouth was cold. Suddenly, his whole body roared with sword aura, his arrogance surged, and his whole person was exactly like a peerless divine sword out of its sheath.

Heaven and man are one!

Xiao Fan once again entered the realm of the unity of nature and man, with a powerful sword.

"Sword of Killing!"

That's why Xiao Fan moved, and within a radius of more than a hundred meters, there was a roar of sword aura, as if the world were full of swords, endless swords.

Even Xiao Fan was integrated into those countless swords. Even Yi Moshou couldn't find Xiao Fan's figure. His face paled in fright, and he stepped back several steps.

Yi Feimo's heart throbbed, and his heart was frightened. How could this happen? It was not Xiao Fan's true strength just now.

"Could it be that Xiao Fan has already broken through the Battle Emperor Realm?" An inexplicable thought suddenly flashed across the crowd.

Immediately they shook their heads, the Battle Emperor Realm was not so easy to break through. It's been a long time since Xiao Fan should have not taken that step, otherwise, Yi Feimo would have already died.

"Teach me a lesson? You are qualified to teach me? I really thought I couldn't kill Yi Feimo just now. I just didn't want to kill him easily. If I kill him, things will not be so fun." Xiao Fan was indifferent. The voice echoed in the void.

Fun? Is it just fun?

The corners of the crowd's mouth twitched fiercely. This Xiao Fan was really overbearing, and at this moment, Xiao Fan's figure continued to sound.

"Actually, one sword is enough to kill you!"

The sound fell, and the sky full of sword rain was like a tens of thousands of bees returning to their nest, and it instantly enveloped Yi Moshou and Yi Feimo. In the sword rain, a white flash of light passed through their bodies.