One person transforms the gods into the heavens

Chapter 240 Bloody dust, white clothes are not stained
In Niulan Street at this time, Fan Xian was fighting with everyone like crazy!
But these enemies seem to be endless.

Seeing this situation, Lu Chun also had to sigh that Emperor Qing dispatched so many people to kill Fan Xian.

After two consecutive battles and endless fights, even Fan Xian, the Grand Master, gradually lost his physical strength.

At this time, he leaned the Cangxuan sword on the ground with one hand, blood was all over his body, and his gorgeous robe was also broken.

Fan Xian's eyes were full of determination and madness, like a beast devouring people, staring at the enemy in front of him.

"It seems that you are going to kill me here today, can you make me understand?"

Fan Xian shouted, but the enemy did not respond.

That Yan Xiaoyi pulled the bowstring of the dragon tendon, and the bowstring was wound several times around the tail of the arrow, spinning and sending out.

Zheng! ! !
This arrow was neighing like a dragon, and it was so fast that it was unforeseeable to the naked eye, and it came directly towards Fan Xian.

At this time, Fan Xian was engaged in a life-and-death fight with the enemy, and was held back by the enemy's weapon, so he had no time to react.

The arrow shot directly through Fan Xian's shoulder blade, leaving a penetrating wound.

The sweat and blood on his face could no longer be distinguished, and he couldn't help breathing quickly, and every breath carried a bloody breath.

The one who didn't pay attention, was spotted by everyone at the right time, and his body was covered with wounds. Every wound was bleeding, and his clothes were already stained red by blood.

Fan Xian's hand holding the Cangxuan Sword was worn out, and every time he hit the enemy, he felt pain, but he didn't care, and just swung the Cangxuan Sword even more frantically.

"what!!!"

His voice echoed throughout the entire Niulan Street.

True energy erupted again, and the surrounding assassins were blown up by the air wave, and Fan Xian, like a flash of light, once again erupted with Qinglian Jianhua!
The enemies fell one by one at Fan Xian's feet, their faces full of panic and despair.

"Hold it, hold it, this is his last fight!"

However, Fan Xian did not stop as the enemy expected, he was still fighting with his sword, still fighting.

Like an Asura crawling out of hell!
Flesh and blood flew everywhere, at this moment Fan Xian seemed to have turned into a meat grinder on the battlefield, and a red lotus bloomed under the light of the sword!
The red lotus is in full bloom, harvesting lives one after another.

Yan Xiaoyi commanded: "Array, shield bearers step forward, archers behind, siege crossbows, get ready!!!"

Layers of armor, like a fish-scale shield formation, kept Fan Xian out. This is obviously an army formation!

At this moment, Fan Xian was like a wounded tiger who was not afraid of death. He held the Cangxuan Sword across his chest and wiped the blade with his other arm.

"Come!!!"

Fan Xian rushed forward, every time he hit, it was like the earth's crust was cracked, and the tide was surging, hitting the mountain.

He jumped up, like a dragon rising from the clouds, soaring into the sky.

"Amazing!!!"

This sword, rushing through the sky, collided with endless nothingness.

Like an arrow, Fan Xian ruthlessly dug through the army formation, trampling the enemy under his feet, and the surrounding stone slabs were also scattered and shattered under this huge force.

However, with each attack, Fan Xian's strength was also gradually exhausted, his eyes began to blur, and his steps began to falter, as if every step was challenging his limit.

Fan Xian only felt endless exhaustion. As the blood from the wound flowed away, he felt his eyes darken, dizzy, and his breathing became more rapid.

The assassins looked at Fan Xian's charge like a tiger and giant elephant in horror, thinking that he still had the power to fight.

But after feeling the power dissipating from him, they paid attention to Fan Xian's wound.

At this time, Fan Xian was like a prey in the forest, exposed in front of their eyes.Greedy gazes flicked between the eyes of these assassins, like hungry wolves flickering in the moonlight at night.

Fan Xian did his best!
They began to besiege Fan Xian frantically, besieging this grand master who was about to exhaust all his strength.

The attack was as violent as a torrential rain. However, no matter how they besieged, they couldn't inflict any powerful damage on Fan Xian. He was still as strong as a lotus leaf in the rain.

"Siege crossbow, release!!!"

Like a death sentence, this huge arrow, carrying the sound of piercing the sky, and the force of wind and thunder, poured out like a torrential rain, and each arrow carried the breath of death.

The figure of the arrow shuttled through the blood light, without any worries about hurting his own people.

The arrow pierced through the chest, and Fan Xian was forced to retreat several steps by the force of the siege crossbow.

His footsteps left a deep imprint on the battlefield.

With blood!
Fan Xian pulled out the arrow with all his strength, then leaned on it, and knelt on the ground on one knee.

His strength, physical strength, and spirit are passing away little by little.Fan Xian knew that as soon as he fell, these enemies would pounce on him like wolves and tear him to pieces.

He can't fall down, that would really kill him!

Everyone gathered around!

Fan Xian stood alone at the core of the enemy at this time, as if everything had been recovered from the sky, all strength had been exhausted, and physical strength gradually disappeared with the passage of time.

However, his eyes were still as firm as iron, and he stared at Yan Xiaoyi's figure firmly.

"Want to kill me? Before I die, I will pull another back!!!"

Fan Xian exhausted the last of his strength, gripped the arrow of the siege crossbow with his backhand, injected the last of his true energy, and directly threw it out.

The arrow, like a leaping dragon piercing through the air, pierced through each figure and directly hit Yan Xiaoyi.

There was no chance for everyone to react at all.

With incredible eyes, Yan Xiaoyi slowly fell down under Fan Xian's sight.

There was a smile on the corner of Fan Xian's mouth, "Your uncle, if you want to kill me, then I'll make you lose your teeth!"

At this time, Fan Xian slowly closed his eyes, as if waiting for the final verdict.

He murmured: "Master, I'm afraid I will disappoint you."

"No, you're doing great!!!"

This voice seemed to reinject hope into Fan Xian. He opened his eyes, only to see a white figure slowly descending in the air.

Fan Xian exclaimed, "Your uncle, Master, you are finally here!"

Lu Chun smiled, closed the folding fan, and said, "No, I've actually come here a long time ago. I watched the play for a while, and the performance was pretty good!"

"You black heart, don't you want to watch your apprentice suffer?" Fan Xian cursed.

"I've never heard of it. Are the protagonists always the last to appear?"

Lu Chun looked at Fan Xian, "Tsk tsk tsk, what a grand master, but he can't beat a group of little guys. It's too watery. Remember to go back and practice more!"

"It's easy for you to say, I just finished besieging the Beastmaster, and I was besieged by this group of people again, why don't you try?" Fan Xian retorted.

"Then I will let you open your eyes today!"

As Lu Chun said, he looked at the people around him and said, "Since you have chosen to kill my apprentice, it means that you are ready to bear my anger. Not everyone in my Heavenly Master's Mansion can do it." kill!"

"Are you ready to die?"

Some people saw that the situation was not good, so they shouted: "Retreat first!"

"Escape, can you escape?"

I saw Lu Chun holding his backhand falsely, and shouted softly: "Heaven!!!"

The colorless membranes of heaven and earth unfolded, enveloping all living beings. At this time, everything in the heavenly space seemed to be frozen.

"broken!!!"

Like an invisible sword, all the assassin's bodies were disintegrated at this moment, turning into powder in the air, covered with bloody dust!
And Lu Chun is still in white clothes!

(End of this chapter)