Great Heaven Sovereign

Yang Fan looks like a crazy person, as if he is the king on the battlefield.

The gun shadow under the night ignited the war and detonated a new chapter of the war.

"Damn it! Kill him!"

"I'm a man of God and earth who doesn't know how to live or die. I'm never afraid of war."

"Kill, brothers, don't be afraid. Anyway, if you die today, you can rise again tomorrow."

……

In an instant, a roar came from the other shore.

Then, figures poured into the suspension bridge.

This time, there are thousands of people.

But Yang Fan smiled coldly.

This result is exactly what he wants. He wants the baptism of the war and the bloody expedition. Only in this way can he break and then stand.

Boom!

Also at this time, the golden palace in Yang Fan's Dantian suddenly flashed a bright light, and the spirit of Geng gold was vertical and horizontal.

"Lord, the golden God body is about to break through. It's not enough now. You kill it. I'll refine the killing intention." Jin Daojun said.

"OK." Yang Fan responded in his heart.

At the next moment, Yang Fan took the initiative to attack, and the gun awn ran across the sky again.

In the rear, Wang Liang was stunned.

"If he had been there, maybe he would have become the king of the battlefield." Ma Chao said.

"No, he is the same now. I think he is enough to compare with those gods of war." Wang Liang echoed.

Now Yang Fan makes them feel terrible.

For many years, they have been numb to war and life and death. But today, Yang Fan's killing led to the desire to fight in his heart.

It seems that the soul of war is burning and wants to fight another battle of life and death.

But they all endured it, because military orders are military orders. Since it is said that this war is only Yang Fan's battlefield, even if they are restless, they can only endure it.

"It's not so exaggerated. Those gods of war are in the deepest place and shoulder a more important mission. They are so powerful that we can't imagine." Xue Zhongyi said.

Although Yang Fan is strong, he still feels that Yang fan can't compete with their former God of war.

Wang Liang and Ma Chao did not refute, but the next moment, their eyes directly focused on the battlefield.

At this time, Yang Fan became more and more brave, incarnated as the God of war and slaughtered wildly. The long guns in his hands have collapsed. I don't know how many times, but he still can't stop Yang Fan's footsteps.

"Come again!" When the last one in the thousand people don't kill Yang Fan, Yang Fan has been killed up and down, as if he had become a harvesting machine, cold and ruthless.

But this time, no one came forward.

"Yang Fan, it's OK. The suspension bridge is about to collapse. The war is over." Ma Liang greeted Yang Fan.

In his opinion, Yang Fan has been killed to the point of being killed. If he continues, he may be lost.

After all, Yang Fan is the first time to fight in this world.

"What? It's over?" Yang Fan was stunned.

However, without waiting for him to think more, Yang Fan suddenly felt a roar under his feet, and then the suspension bridge collapsed directly.

Without thinking, Yang Fan's figure retreated and retreated to the edge of the cliff.

"Yang Fan, right? Tomorrow, I'll let you know the taste of death." At this time, a voice came from the other side of the suspension bridge.

"Welcome!" A faint response from Yang Fan.

He wants it!

Such a war, if more than a few times, their own golden God body and golden Wu soul will mutate to an extremely terrible degree.

But now that the war is over, it can only come to an end for the time being.

In desperation, Yang Fan sighed and was ready to look for Wu Jingxian to ask the truth.

But when he turned around, he saw tens of thousands of soldiers staring at him.

"Sorry, we take back the original words and hope to set us free!"

"If you can be free, there's nothing to give you. Take whatever you want!"

"I hope it will come true!"

Several people spoke, their eyes full of supplications.

"I hope it will come true!"

"I hope it will come true!"

"I hope it will come true!"

But in the end, it turned into the cry of tens of thousands of people.

Yang Fan's heart became inexplicably heavy.

To tell the truth, he didn't take the other party's previous attitude to heart. But at this time, their plea made Yang Fan feel as if his burden was heavy.

"I hope it will come true!"

At this time, the three of Wang Liang also said.

These four simple words have explained everything, shown their hearts and their recognition of Yang Fan.

But the more so, the more excited Yang Fan was.

In other words, he still doesn't understand what martial legend didn't tell him when he came here.

Helping these people get rid of this is something he can't imagine.

Even, he knows nothing about what kind of existence it is and what power it is to make the world eternal and make them immortal, let alone how to help them.

But seeing their eager eyes, Yang Fan couldn't bear to refuse.

Slightly pondering, he said:

"If I can, I will live up to my expectations!"

With that, Yang Fan turned and walked towards the camp where Wu Jingxian was.

Brush!

In an instant, everyone offered to make way.

It's like welcoming the triumph of heroes, with respect on their faces one by one.

But the more so, the more heavy Yang Fan's heart is.

So this seemingly short distance makes Yang Fan walk on thin ice.

When Yang Fan came to Wu Jingxian's camp, half an hour passed.

"Come in." Wu Jingxian seemed to have known for a long time that Yang Fan would certainly appear, so he spoke directly at the moment when Yang Fan came here.

Yang Fan went straight in.

"Tell me the answer!" Yang Fan asked.

Wu Jingxian remained silent.

"The prince of the mighty emperor, do you want to break your promise? I don't need you to treat me as a national scholar. I just want to know the purpose of my master sending me in. What else?" Yang Fan asked.

He was eager to know this.

"Do you think you have proved yourself in this killing today?" Wu Jingxian suddenly said.

"Isn't it?" Yang Fan has never been a person who belittles himself. In this war, he killed one side, and no one can stop him. Isn't this situation enough to prove?

"It's too self righteous. I have to say that it's not vulgar for you to have such combat power. But there's never a lack of genius in this battlefield."

"Genius a thousand years ago!"

"But it's just killing thousands of minions. Tell me to prove it? If this can prove it, you're not far from death." Wu Jingxian sneered.

"It has nothing to do with me. What you said, give me the answer!" Yang Fan pressed step by step. He just wanted an answer.

"There is no answer. Or what you have shown now is not qualified to know the answer. If you feel that I have broken my promise and make you unhappy, you can give me a shot." Wu Jingxian continued.

His face was playful and provocative, and there was a light of indifference in his eyes.

It seems to be deliberately letting Yang Fan do it.

Yang Fan's face sank.

Do it?

He didn't dare. He even said that he had already wanted to fight Wu Jingxian. Playing with him like this, even clay figurines have three points of fire.

But at the moment when Yang Fan's killing intention burst out, Jin Daojun's business suddenly appeared in his body: "Taoist Lord, don't shoot at this time, shut up quickly, and the divine body is about to break through."