Chapter VIII Burning Killing Intent
"Thank you, the three princes, for your perfection." Zhu Wenbo showed a smile on his face, held a fist and bowed to Xue Yulong, then turned and looked at Xiao Fan: "Boy, no one can save you today!"
"Do I need soone to help?" Xiao Fan said lightly.
However, his heart is getting colder and colder. This Xue Yulong is really not a thing. He invited himself before, but now sees himself confronting Zhu Wenbo, he chose to stand by Zhu Wenbo without hesitation.
However, fortunately, I never thought of standing on his side of Xue Yulong from the beginning.
mad!
When the crowd heard Xiao Fan's words, their hearts trembled. This kid is really not an ordinary madness. Didn't Zhu Wenbo look into his eyes?
As soon as the voice fell, Xiao Fan burned with terrifying killing intent and rushed straight away.
As he stepped out, the killing intent beca stronger and stronger, and the crowd felt Xiao Fan's cold eyes, and they couldn't help but tremble.
Moreover, every ti Xiao Fan took a step forward, the killing intent on his body beca richer and shocking.
When Zhu Wenbo on the other side saw this scene, he couldn't help frowning slightly. This kind of killing intent could not be radiated by anyone. There were countless people who wanted to die in Xiao Fan's hands.
"Flowing wind!"
Zhu Wenbo gave a soft drink and dared not let Xiao Fan continue. The aura exuding from Xiao Fan already made him feel dangerous.
The sword scread in the sky, like a violent wind howling, and a series of sword auras shot out like a materialized wind. This kind of picture, Xiao Fan has only seen in books.
"Autumn wind and leaves!"
At this mont, Xiao Fan also moved. He stepped on the air and carried countless snowflakes with him. His movents were like running clouds and flowing water, elegant and light, and unrestrained.
Boom!
The sword qi collided and turned into a gust of wind sweeping across the square, cracks in the ground shot like a spider web, rushing towards the surroundings, and the crowd retreated in fright.
"dead!"
Seeing Xiao Fan passing by, Zhu Wenbo waved his left hand, the domineering palm light cut out like a blade, and the blazing light pierced people's eyes.
Xiao Fan's expression condensed slightly, and the Shura sword lightly tapped, and with the help of that huge impact, he quickly retreated. At the sa ti, Yi Jian Juechen was used, only a flash of sword energy was seen, and it disappeared into the void.
Zhu Wenbo felt a threat of death, and stepped on the weird steps to flash to one side. The next mont, the disappeared sword energy appeared again, and Zhu Wenbo's face trembled in fright.
Xiao Fan was surprised that this Zhu Wenbo was not comparable to Zhang Ran and the others, and his awareness of danger alone was enough to be of the sa rank.
The next mont, Xiao Fan lightly tapped his feet, and his body flew upside down and swept across the ice, very fast.
How could Zhu Wenbo think that Xiao Fan would go and return? When he recovered, Xiao Fan's long sword had already co to him.
"Jingyun!"
In a hurry, Zhu Wenbo made a backhand sword and swept out like a thick white mountain, even the air seed to be shattered.
"Puff!" A blood flower blood in the void and instantly condensed into a blood-colored crystal. Although Zhu Wenbo reacted quickly, Xiao Fan's left shoulder was still pierced by Xiao Fan, and blood splashed.
"Boy, you make angry. If you don't kill you, it's hard to vent the hatred in my heart." Zhu Wenbo scread, his eyes were bloodshot, and a terrifying sword energy rushed straight into the sky from his head.
At this mont, the high-altitude clouds also seed to be suddenly split by a sword, with great montum and sword energy.
"Seventh-Rank Battle Soul Shocking Cloud Sword!" The crowd trembled. So people had only heard of Zhu Wenbo's battle spirit, but never thought that his battle spirit was so powerful.
"Are you angry?" Xiao Fan grinned. He was relieved when he saw Zhu Wenbo summon the battle spirit, because he had almost reached Zhu Wenbo's bottom line.
Zhu Wenbo is strong, but not yet invincible!
call! A gust of wind swept through, and a black shadow suddenly appeared above Xiao Fan's head. The black shadow was extrely quiet, like a night hanging in the sky.
"What kind of battle soul is this? Is it a dark type battle soul?"
"It can't be the battle soul of the dark system, the aura of Zhu Wenbo's battle soul is much stronger than that of the black shadow."
"Both of them have displayed the power of battle souls, and it seems they are about to prepare for the last fight. I don't know who will win in the end."
The crowd looked at the war spirits above the two in surprise, a trace of fear flashed in their eyes.
Xue Yulong's eyes narrowed slightly, and he secretly said, "Although this Xiao Fan is strong, this battle spirit is much weaker than the Shocking Cloud Sword. Moreover, he is destined to die by Zhu Wenbo's sword. After this battle, Zhu Wenbo may be able to stand. On my side."
Xue Long Jue looked at the center of the field worriedly, Xue Yuxuan on the side patted her hand and said, "Don't worry, there is ."
Others have different expressions and don't know what they think.
"Boy, are you finally scared? Are you scared? I will let you understand the real gap between you and ." Zhu Wenbo smiled up to the sky, and his long sword flashed with white sword energy, which was several feet long. .
In contrast to Xiao Fan, there was nothing unusual about the Shura sword, and the aura on his body was also very calm, just as if he hadn't summoned a war soul.
"If you want to fight, you don't need so much nonsense." Xiao Fan's expression was unwavering, his eyes were cold and ruthless, his soul power burst out, and everything around him was branded in his mind.
In his ridians, the spirit power roared like a real dragon, mobilizing every inch of Xiao Fan's muscles, every cell, but all of this, no one else could see.
"Exit!"
Zhu Wenbo roared, the sword fought, and countless sword aura burst out, covering the entire space, and people could no longer capture the two.
With this kind of montum, even the strong in the early days of the King of War had to retreat by three points.
Xiao Fan's expression condensed, the sharp sword aura cut his body, and the blood on his body rushed, but his eyes were still cold and ruthless, staring at the killed Zhu Wenbo with all his attention.
A white sword glow was dazzling, expanding in Xiao Fan's pupils, and from beginning to end, he didn't even blink his eyelids.
However, the next mont, he was burning with a raging golden fla, condensed into a layer of golden armor, resisting all the sword energy.
"Die to !" Zhu Wenbo roared, and the long sword slashed down fiercely. The void shook violently, and a feeling of suffocation filled all directions.
The countless sword qi tore Xiao Fan's body, disappeared into the air with a pop, and a smile appeared on Zhu Wenbo's face.
"Is it funny?"
Suddenly, a cold voice ca from behind Zhu Wenbo. Zhu Wenbo's pupils shrank and his expression was extrely shocked. He didn't know when Xiao Fan appeared behind him.
Without even thinking about it, Zhu Wenbo's long sword swept out, but Xiao Fan's figure disappeared again. His body was too weird and invisible, and it was not sothing that human eyes could catch.
Zhu Wenbo seed to be mad, the long sword danced wildly, there was no way to speak of it, Xiao Fan's speed was so fast that he could not even touch the shadow.
After a while, the light gradually dissipated, and the crowd suddenly saw everything inside.
"Where is Xiao Fan? Why did Zhu Wenbo go crazy?" People don't know why. It stands to reason that Zhu Wenbo killed Xiao Fan and should be happy.
"Fast speed!" Xue Yuxuan's pupils shrank suddenly, and only they saw Xiao Fan's ethereal figure.
Xue Yulong's face was so gloomy, how did he know that Xiao Fan was so powerful.
"It's my turn now." At this mont, an indifferent voice sounded, and then, a **** rainbow struck the void and headed straight to Zhu Wenbo.
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