You Became A Killing God At The Beginning, Why Did Your Majesty Rebel?

The battle was over, and the battle was over.

A great saint who was besieging Liu Taibai and the Thirteenth Ancestor suddenly looked up, and when he saw Ning Fan coming to kill him, his eyes suddenly showed disdain.

“A mere seventh-level saint dares to interfere and seek death!”

Boom!

The great saint held a black long stick, soared into the sky, and smashed it with one stick.

Ning Fan’s eyes burst with fierce light, and he was too lazy to talk nonsense. He raised his hand and slashed with a knife. All the power in his body exploded at this moment.

Dang! ! !

At the moment when the Tianhuang sword and the long stick collided with each other, there was only a deafening sound of iron spears clashing, followed by a wave of air that swept wildly in all directions.

The face of the great saint holding the long stick also changed completely at this moment.

He actually felt that his hand holding the long stick was about to break. Ning Fan’s knife was so powerful that he couldn’t bear it.

“Get out of here!”

Ning Fan’s eyes were fierce again, and the sea of ​​spiritual power in his body was even more violent. The power of destruction also blessed the blade at this moment.

The great saint opposite was suppressed by Ning Fan’s tsunami-like power, and he couldn’t resist it. Like a kite with a broken string, he fell to the ground fiercely.

“What?!”

Not far away, Dong Bodhi was shocked when he saw this scene.

That’s a ninth-level saint, and Ning Fan is only a seventh-level saint.

Oh, that’s not right. How did Ning Fan break through to the seventh level? When Ning Fan left Youzhou, he was only a sixth-level saint. How could he break through so quickly?

“One for each of us!”

Ning Fan jumped down again, and the Thirteenth Ancestor and Liu Taibai took the opportunity to escape and stood on Ning Fan’s left and right.

“Bastards, I want their lives!”

The Thirteenth Patriarch spat out a mouthful of blood, and the wound on his chest was in great pain. For many years, he had never suffered such a big loss, so he was naturally furious.

Liu Taibai took the wine gourd on his waist and drank a mouthful of wine. He didn’t care if his clothes were wet.

“Come on!”

“My way is getting clearer!”

Liu Taibai took a deep breath, and his eyes became more crystal clear.

The great saint who was smashed to the ground by Ning Fan also climbed up with a face full of pain. He looked at his tiger’s mouth, which was already broken.

“This seven-level saint is mine, no one can compete with me, I want to skin him alive!”

The great saint gnashed his teeth, with murderous intent.

Ning Fan grinned: “Today, one of us must die, but it will never be me!”

After that, Ning Fan stopped talking nonsense, pointed his toes, and took the lead to kill.

When his figure flew out, the hell of hell had already opened up. The dark field made the three great saints on the opposite side feel timid.

“Kill!”

The three looked at each other and rushed out one after another.

The great saint holding a long stick was naturally coming for Ning Fan, and the two of them instantly killed each other.

The battle of the nine-level saints broke out!

Dong Bodhi, who was far away, looked at the six people fighting fiercely, and his pupils fluctuated uncontrollably.

“Why is it like this, why is it like this…”

Even if he was, he couldn’t understand what was happening in front of him.

That was a nine-level saint!

Even if he was the bottom of the nine-level saints, he should never be able to resist a seven-level saint.

Being killed in a face-to-face encounter, this is the normal script.

But how could Ning Fan be so exaggerated that he actually fought back and forth with a nine-level saint?

“He must die, he must die!”

Dong Bodhi’s heart was beating.

He was also very strong, claiming that he was not weaker than Liu Taibai, and he could fight against the ninth level in the eighth level of the Saint Realm.

But he couldn’t do it at the seventh level!

With the heaven-defying fighting power shown by Ning Fan, Dong Bodhi had already had the idea of ​​killing Ning Fan in his heart. He could never tolerate Ning Fan’s complete growth.

“If he waits until he reaches the ninth level of the Saint Realm… I’m afraid… he will be the second one in the Emperor City!”

Dong Bodhi felt his heart and gall bladder split.

“Kill Ning Fan first at all costs, kill him!!!”

Dong Bodhi suddenly roared.

Boom!

The next second, he couldn’t help it, and with a tiptoe, the angry Vajra Buddha appeared behind him again, killing Ning Fan.

Dong Bodhi’s words made the other two great saints’ eyes shrink suddenly. The two of them attacked at the same time, forcing Liu Taibai and the Thirteenth Ancestor to retreat with all their strength, and rushed towards Ning Fan.

At this moment, three ninth-level saints surrounded and killed Ning Fan, and he was in danger!

“Turtle Bastard

Dan, come and fight!!!”

The Thirteenth Ancestor cursed hysterically and chased after a great saint.

Liu Taibai said nothing, with a crazy killing intent and… a little worry in his eyes.

Those are three nine-level saints!

If they attack together, how can Ning Fan withstand it?

“Come on!”

“Martial God Art!!!” ”

Facing the fierce attack of the three nine-level saints, Ning Fan not only did not have the slightest fear in his eyes, but his fighting spirit was crazy and became more and more fierce.

In an instant, the bodies of the eight hundred Great Snow Dragon Riders and the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun stopped in place, and divine light flew out of their bodies and flew into Ning Fan’s body in an instant.

In the siege battle, the power of the Great Snow Dragon Riders would be curbed to the lowest, so Ye Xiangtian did not let them take action at the beginning, but waited.

As for the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun, after following Ning Fan to kill, they did not take action.

Ning Fan was waiting for this moment!

When the terrifying power of the eight hundred Great Snow Dragon Riders and the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun was completely gathered in Ning Fan’s body, Ning Fan’s pupils were all purple and gold!

There was a purple and gold light rising from his body like mist, and the Tianhuang Sword in his hand had also caused strange phenomena in the world, and thunder shone.

“Burial! God!!! ”

Boom!!!

When Ning Fan slashed with his sword, the whole world seemed to have completely lost its color.

Only this invincible sword cut across the sky and the earth.

The sword light was rushing, like the roaring of a raging river, like thunder and lightning, like a raging fire.

At the same time, the sky that was originally in daylight suddenly appeared with stars all over the sky, like a chess board full of chess pieces, shining brightly.

Swish…swish, swish, swish.

The starlight suddenly fell down and landed on Ning Fan’s body, thousands of strands.

The light fell on Ning Fan’s body, and instantly formed a starlight armor, which made Ning Fan, who was already fierce and powerful, look like a god emperor, domineering and unparalleled!

“Not good!!! ”

At this moment, the faces of the three nine-level saints changed completely.

Looking at the sword light rushing towards them, the three of them actually felt their hair stand on end and their backs chilled.

Boom boom boom.

Immediately, the three of them used their magical powers to break the sword light.

Boom!!!

When the three of them collided with the terrifying sword energy, a ray of light exploded directly like an arc.

Then, the bodies of the three saints fell towards the distance in a tumbling posture!

The blood mist exploded from their bodies at this moment!