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

The four great saints, in the dark night, were like stars emitting the ultimate light, and their aura was like the raging waves, stirring up infinite power!

One of them was like an abyss, and the aura permeating his body alone was enough to make people’s hearts tremble.

The four figures that appeared out of thin air and raised their hands to smash a great saint made the great saints in Beimang feel nervous, and then a bad premonition filled their hearts.

“Hurry up, the top nine saints of the Great Zhou are coming!”

The three supreme saints who were originally besieging Ning Fan changed their faces completely after sensing the sudden appearance of the four great saints, and two of them turned around and rushed to kill in the distance.

“You wolf cubs from Beimang, I will skin you alive!”

The Seventh Ancestor and the others laughed grimly, with cold light flashing in their eyes.

If they were facing the Northern Territory, or Jiang Tian’s subordinates, they might fight with all their strength, but they would never have the crazy killing intent that they can’t hold back now!

The Great Zhou and Beimang are sworn enemies, and this is hostility flowing in their blood.

Boom!!!

The next second, the four great saints directly attacked and started a battle with the two supreme saints who came to kill them.

For a moment, the void collapsed, and large areas of space began to collapse and shatter. At this moment, there was a terrible scene of the end of the world, which was chilling.

The six great saints faced each other and began to bombard wildly.

However, there were still a few great saints in Beimang, and no one was restraining them. This made the fear in their eyes disappear, and then the hideousness filled their eyes again.

“I want to see who can save you ants!”

The great saints were roaring, and their eyes looking at the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun were full of cold murderous intent!

Boom!!!

Suddenly, the great saints attacked again!

The magical powers of the great saints were overwhelming, and their spiritual power was like a piece of silk. Wherever they went, there was a whirlwind of panic, but the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun, who faced the murderous intent, did not have the slightest fear in their eyes.

Even their eyes did not fluctuate at all!

“Kill!”

Boom boom boom, seeing the great saint coming to kill, Mulang shouted angrily, and the warhorse under his crotch quickly rushed towards the Beimang army in front of him, at an extremely fast speed.

The other seventeen people also ignored the great saint’s bombardment in front of them, and never took it seriously. One by one, they rushed out quickly like thunder.

“How dare you!!!”

Seeing that the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun actually ignored them, the Great Sage of Beimang was completely furious, his eyes were bloodshot and full of ferocity!

But just when their magical powers were about to hit the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun, a flash of red light suddenly appeared in the air, and then these magical powers shattered!

Puff, puff, puff, the magical powers exploded and turned into fragments. The figures of the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun passed under the fragments, like eighteen evil spirits, and rushed towards the Beimang army in front of them.

“How dare you!!!”

Tuoba Wudi looked back and saw the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun coming. He was furious, turned his horse around, and raised his hand to kill the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun.

But… before he could make a move, a sword with endless destructive energy broke through the air and slashed.

Tuoba Wudi’s face changed drastically, and the spiritual power in his body quickly condensed. In a hurry, he went all out, raised the long sword in his hand and slashed it fiercely.

Dang!!!

The sword intent slashed down, and Tuoba Wudi’s palm holding the sword suddenly loosened, and then the tiger’s mouth exploded directly, and blood spurted.

The long sword in his hand was also shattered by the sword intent at this time.

“Who!!!”

Tuoba Wudi was horrified, and he hurriedly looked around to find out who did it.

“Tuoba Wudi, I will kill you!”

The next second, Ning Fan’s angry shout resounded in the air.

Tuoba Wudi felt that his hair stood up, and layers of cold sweat began to appear on his back. Tuoba Wudi didn’t dare to fight again, and turned around and fled.

He was indeed a top great sage, but Ning Fan, who was fighting in the air, was ranked at the top of the world!

It seemed that there was only a slight gap, but in fact, he could completely crush him!

“Ning Fan’s sword will probably not only shatter your tiger’s mouth, but also temporarily cripple one of your arms. It’s so comfortable!”

“If you were in your prime, I wouldn’t dare to attack you, but now, I want to try what it feels like to suppress a top-level great saint!”

Just when Tuoba Wudi turned around to escape, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

He was not tall, surrounded by a body, and his eyes were shining with dazzling light. It was not someone else, but the Thirteenth Ancestor of the Demon Heart Sect!

“You are looking for death!”

Tuoba Wudi looked at the man who blocked him.

The Thirteenth Ancestor in front of him had a fierce look on his face. After cursing loudly, he raised his other arm and slapped the Thirteenth Ancestor fiercely.

“Be careful, don’t be careless. If you are useless and can’t serve me, I will never let you go!”

A roar of anger resounded in the void.

The next second, the red light reappeared, and Long Po’s figure was like an aurora, shuttling through the crowd. She held a short knife in her hand, and every knife was a fatal move!

“Haha, interesting, interesting!”

“Two old guys who don’t know how many hundreds of years old are actually showing their affection!”

The figure of Zhu Shan, the Lord of the Vermillion Bird, also appeared at this moment. His robes fluttered, and there was a blazing flame wrapped around his body, as if he was a god descending to earth!

In an instant, Zhu Shan and Long Po suppressed the Great Saint of Beimang.

At the same time, in the dark night, a series of figures appeared strangely, more than a dozen people, and they exuded the terrible breath of the Great Saint!

Great Saint War?

Fighting with Great Saint Ning Fan in Youzhou?

Seeking death!

Only four of the top saints and supreme saints came from the two major sects.

But ordinary great saints… let alone the two major sects, as long as Ning Fan wants, he can raise his arms and call for hundreds of great saints to come and kill. It is definitely not an empty talk.

At this moment, the faces of these great saints in Beimang changed completely.

When looking at the figures coming out of the darkness in all directions, like jackals, with ferocious eyes, the Great Saint of Beimang trembled in his heart.

“Don’t spare any, kill!”

In the void, Ning Fan, who was fighting the supreme saint, had a fluttering white robe and roared to the sky.

He broke his debt of eight cities, killed tens of thousands of his soldiers, and slaughtered the lives of many people in Youzhou. All these debts must be paid back tonight!

“Why do I feel my blood boiling?”

“Six-winged Golden Cicada, let’s compete again today. Whoever kills fewer people will call me daddy!”

Swish.

The Snow Region Mad Lion roared continuously, and its huge eyes were as red as blood.

The Six-winged Golden Cicada, waving its cicada wings in the air, turned into a golden light, directly tore through the darkness, and rushed towards the Northern Mang army in front.

“Asshole, wait for me!”

The Snow Region Mad Lion was furious, stomping his limbs wildly, and followed closely.

At the same time, the figures of the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun also rushed into the fleeing Northern Mang army at this moment.

Puff! ! !

The Eighteen Riders passed by, like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves, destroying withered trees and rotten wood, and there was a blood mist all over the sky.