Super King of Soldiers in the City

Hong Xiu looked up, vaguely desperate.

This **** ghost place, as expected, someone deliberately made it out to deceive people.

If it were in the outside world, these people in front of her, ants, would not be enough for her to kill with a few swords.

But now, these ants have become the death gods who kill her.

She was surrounded by figures in all directions, densely packed, and countless.

There are nearly a thousand people.

Nearly a thousand dead soldiers with the strength of the emperor came under the siege, still in the case of not being able to use their mental power.

Red sleeves are really desperate.

Is it true that I really want to die here?

Where is Wang Fan? Where is he?

At this moment, she really wanted to see Wang Fan again, to see the dazzling Tianjiao.

However, she knew that she had no chance.

She will be consumed immediately, and will never see Wang Fan again.

Not to mention that Wang Fan is not here anymore, even if Wang Fan is here, there are nearly a thousand cultivators in front of him, I am afraid that she can't be seen at all, let alone help her.

Hong Xiu sighed inwardly, but his eyes became colder, and his killing intent became more serious.

Even if she died, she would kill to the end.

These people in front of them, no matter whether they were secretly used by that mighty power, but since they had already acted on her, they were enemies.

There is nothing polite about the enemy.

at the same time.

Outside, Wang Fan has also arrived.

Looking at the nearly a thousand crazy monks, looking at the red sleeves who are constantly struggling to kill.

Wang Fan's eyes were also red in an instant.

"Go away!"

With a low growl, his soles stomped on the ground, and his whole person instantly vacated into the air, turning into a light and killing the nearly thousand monks.

At the same time, the Chaos Sword in his hand danced and directly displayed the third form of the Excalibur.

The surging mental power was taken away in an instant, and the void was faintly shaken with a sword swept away.

Those monks who were rushing towards the red sleeves on the periphery had no idea that Wang Fan would attack them.

In other words, they have been controlled by people, and the enemy in their eyes is only red sleeves, ignoring all other dangers.

Under this circumstance, the fifth style of Wang Fan's Excalibur fell, killing the blockbuster in an instant.

Under a sword.

A total of fifty or sixty monks were beheaded, and blood flew across the sky, shaking the earth and the earth.

Nevertheless, the people in front seemed to be crazy, and they didn't look back at all.

They didn't seem to notice the death of the people behind, and they were still rushing towards the red sleeves regardless of their goals. They had a clear goal and only one goal.

That is to kill the red sleeves.

"court death."

Watching this scene, Wang Fan let out another low roar, and the Chaos Sword in his hand swept again.

Excalibur sixth style.

The sword light tore the air and set off the starlight at the starting point.

This sword is even more powerful.

Nearly a hundred people died directly, and there were nearly a hundred people around who suffered heavy losses.

The blood flies wildly, like a real Shura battlefield.

Wang Fan was also completely mad.

Because he has clearly seen the red sleeves.

I saw that the red sleeves at this time had completely turned into a blood man.

Although her eyes were cold and killing intent was boiling, she was still killing her.

But it was obviously already a little weak.

Her movements of swinging the sword are slow, and the power is not so strong.

After the two swords, Wang Fan also felt a little weak. No, it should be said that he was very weak.

You know, he hasn't stopped since entering this ghost place.

Either hunting for treasure or fighting.

Now, the fifth and sixth forms of the Excalibur have been performed one after another, and the consumption can be imagined.

It's just that he knows that he can't be weak and can't fall down.

When he falls, Red Sleeve will die.

In fact, if he wants to retreat now, he has a chance.

Even if he is weak, he still has the certainty to save his life if he can break the rules here and use his mental power.

However, Wang Fan couldn't leave.

returning a Favour many times more.

And Hong Xiu was actually more than just dripping grace to him.

Wang Fan's blood was surging, his hair stood up, his aura became even more violent.

In an instant, his entire body has become one size bigger.

Not only that, his whole body is congested, and the boiling blood seems to explode at any time, and it may break through his veins at any time.

The blood boiled, the killing intent rolled, and Wang Fan flew up into the air like a **** or a demon.

"Seventh Excalibur!"

With another low roar, the Chaos Sword in Wang Fan's hand slowly lifted, and then fell through gritted teeth.

At this moment, he coughed up blood continuously, his blood vessels kept bursting, and the red blood kept flowing out, just like a blood man.

And the red sleeves in the middle of the crowd also saw Wang Fan at this time.

Looking at Wang Fan who was in madness and Wang Fan who was bleeding all over her body, her eyes suddenly became wet.

"no no!!"

She roared hysterically, and suddenly rose to the sky, cutting out with a sword.

Flutter!

A dozen monks fell instantly.

At the same time, Wang Fan's seventh style of the Excalibur had already fallen.

Under a sword.

Four to five hundred monks were killed and injured in an instant.

With one sword, a large area was swept away.

Excalibur eight styles, each sword, the power is superimposed a lot.

Even if Wang Fan is weak now, he can stimulate the blood, and he is overdrawn with all his strength, and displays the seventh form of the divine sword, the power is still strong and terrible.

It's just that the seventh form of the Excalibur, even at its peak, when he wants to display it, it is very burdensome.

In this case, let alone more.

Almost after the Seventh Form of the Excalibur fell, Wang Fan felt that the sky was spinning, his eyes were dark, and he fell to the ground precariously.

He has tried his best.

He really did his best.

Although he knows, perhaps even so, the ending of the two is still death.

However, he did not regret it.

"Do not!!"

Hong Xiu roared again and suddenly rose into the air, regardless of some attacks, rushing towards Wang Fan.

Numerous attacks fell on her.

Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi.

There were countless wounds on her body instantly, and the blood flow continued.

Hong Xiu didn't care, and rushed towards Wang Fan with red eyes, and hugged him in his arms.

At this moment, her entire world seemed to be only Wang Fan left.

She just looked at Wang Fan blankly, with blood and tears streaming down her eyes.

"Why are you so stupid?"

She was moved.

She was really moved.

In this case, Wang Fan didn't care about life and death to save her.

enough.

"Cough cough." Wang Fan looked at Red Sleeve, coughed twice, spit out two mouthfuls of blood, and said with difficulty: "Kill, kill them, I, I can break the rules here and let you use your mental power."

As soon as this remark came out, Hong Xiu felt a little sluggish.

In the next moment, Wang Fan forced a palm print, and his spirit was full.

Hong Xiu finally felt that his mental power could be used.

In an instant, the emperor's coercion shook the sky.

Under the pressure, the monks who were rushing towards him were suppressed.

Some of the strong, the speed suddenly slows down.

But those who were weak, all fell straight down.

The Holy Emperor's coercion can kill people.

However, spiritual power cannot be used, and the pressure of the holy emperor cannot be released naturally.

Now that the spiritual power can be released, there will naturally be no problems when the Holy Emperor's coercion is released.