Great Heaven Sovereign

Anger!

They really angered Yang Fan this time. They not only threatened him with his relatives, but should put themselves in the name of being full of evil.

It's really shameless to the extreme.

For such people, Yang Fan is too lazy to say more.

What he wants to do now is to wash away the insults of these people to himself with blood.

Brush!

Yang Fan's figure was very fast. In the blink of an eye, he had come to the public.

"How dare you threaten us? You really don't know how to live or die. But it's naive. Do you think you want to scare us with a few heads? Die!" A roar appeared from the crowd, and even a figure came directly to Yang Fan.

And this man is one of the few gods in this group.

As for others, they were silent.

In their view, Yang Fan was already dead when this man took the shot.

"It's said that thunderbolt sword is as fast as lightning. It's more than enough to kill a divine pill at the beginning."

"It's too cheap for such a villain to kill him like this."

"But it's good to die early and live in peace."

Everyone watched the change.

"Thunderbolt sword!"

The man of thunderbolt sect shouted, holding a long sword and looking murderous.

But the moment his voice fell, everyone was stunned.

The excitement in his eyes suddenly disappeared.

Instead, there was a touch of shock and panic.

Because in front of them, Yang Fan suddenly disappeared. In a blink of an eye, he appeared directly in front of the shooting man.

The man pulled his sword and kept his posture. But in front of him, Yang Fan held his hand directly, then pulled his action and made a sharp stroke forward.

Pooh!

The long sword cut the man's throat in an instant.

"Thunderbolt sword technique? Joke!" Yang Fan's voice fell coldly.

Instant kill.

Even in the whole process, Yang Fan didn't even use his martial arts.

Speed, near limit speed.

And almost perfect control.

"How could this happen?"

"How did he do it? It's impossible. At the beginning of Shendan, he killed the peak of Shendan immediately."

"No way, how could he be so strong."

No one is surprised.

The whole corridor and even Tianshui city are boiling.

This scene is so terrible that even the peak of Shendan is not a place for Yang Fan. What's left of them? What can they do?

In an instant, endless panic came and shrouded the hearts of everyone.

In Tianshui City, Lu Qingchuan frowned slightly.

"Although I don't like the way you kill, these people are really damn!" Lu Qingchuan said to himself, then turned and left.

Chalk was slightly stunned and puzzled.

Are you leaving now without looking at Yang Fan?

"Let's go. I promised him to wait for him for seven days." Lu Qingchuan said faintly.

In an instant, the chalk is clear.

This is an absolute trust.

That is, she believes that Yang Fan will return in seven days.

Thinking of this, he did not hesitate to follow the past.

At this time, on the corridor, the pot was completely blown open, and the figures began to retreat.

"Don't come here, Yang Fan. There are many of us. We're not afraid of you?"

"Yes, why are you so stubborn as to commit suicide?"

"Stop dying and don't force us to kill you."

The figures burst back, but the mouth still said threatening words.

"Death!" Yang Fan picked at the corners of her mouth and sneered.

The next moment, he continued to approach.

But when he entered, those people began to retreat. They didn't dare to be hard with Yang Fan. They didn't even have the courage to fight.

But it's no use. When they appeared on the corridor, they had been sentenced to death in Yang Fan's mind.

Without hesitation, Yang Fan's steps accelerated in an instant.

Outside the body, the sea of fire began to spread.

"Vulcan punch!" Yang Fan's lips opened gently, like death whispering, and then in a flash, his body rushed away.

Boom!

Yang Fan's boxing and shadow are staggered, opening and closing.

For Yang Fan, there is no pressure to deal with these people.

Boom, boom.

In an instant, within a thousand feet of the corridor, all were wrapped in the sea of fire, and the figures of those people were wrapped in it without accident.

In Tianshui City, everyone is waiting anxiously.

"So many people, should be able to kill him?"

"Certainly. No matter how strong he is, he can't deal with so many people alone."

"Yes, wait. If there are many ants and they bite the elephant, he will die."

This is a consensus in their hearts. They don't believe that Yang fan can still live. But more importantly, they are afraid that Yang Fan is still alive. After all, most of them are from xianmeng.

If Yang Fan survives, who can resist it?

Therefore, in words, they have expressed their long cherished wish.

That is to make Yang Fan die!

It's just that they never thought of it.

At the moment, the corridor has become a battlefield for Yang Fan alone.

Torture.

Unilateral killing.

Within this thousand feet, Yang Fan has been able to rent in an instant by relying on the body of the God of fire, the vertical sky Que and the strength of his body.

Therefore, even now, no matter how many these people are, they can not pose a threat to Yang Fan. Even if he has been hit and hurt a little now, it doesn't hurt at all.

Bang Bang

A sound burst out in the sea of fire, and each sound must be accompanied by a figure falling down.

"Ah, help me, help me!"

"I want to go home, I want to go home, devil, he is a devil."

"Don't kill me, don't kill me..."

Screams, wails, one after another, but only for a moment, they disappeared and were covered up by the sound of Yang Fan's fist breaking into the air.

For a moment, all the sounds disappeared.

And the sea of fire began to dissipate.

On the top of the city, everyone had looked forward to it, but when they saw the scene on the corridor, they were stunned.

Only one person.

Yang Fan is the only one.

At the foot of Yang Fan was a pile of corpses, each with a look of despair and fear on his face.

"God, this man is really a murderer."

"Fifty masters can't stop him. Isn't his cultivation at all the beginning of Shendan?"

"Terror, this is a demon who kills without blinking an eye."

No one knows what to say to express their shock at the moment.

The only thing they know is.

The ten mile long corridor has become a Shura field.

Yang Fan, the Shura, killed his life and stained heaven and earth with blood.

Yang Fan kept moving forward step by step.

Every step, there is blood and depression on the body.

Tick, tick

Click

Also at this time, a thunderbolt sounded, followed by a downpour.

The whole corridor turned into a sea of blood.

Blood poured into the long river, blood red spread, infinite terror.

In the heavy rain, Yang Fan walked forward step by step, looking particularly lonely on the whole corridor.

But for the people at the end of the corridor, it was a nightmare.

As he walked farther and farther away, Yang Fan came to the end of the corridor under the attention of everyone.

"Kill!" Yang Fan rowed with both hands, grabbed the empty step, and hit the past in an instant.