Super King of Soldiers in the City

For some unknown reason, Wang Fan had an unprecedented hatred for those who had the same bloodline as him.

His hatred for these people has reached an unimaginable level.

These are their own clansmen.

According to normal circumstances, they should all be their relatives, and they should watch and help each other.

But these people will wield the butcher's knife on themselves.

Why?

Why is this?

Who did Wang Fan provoke, why did he do this to him?

"What did you say? You, are you Wang Fan?"

When Emperor Wang Yan heard Wang Fan's words, he was slightly startled at first, and then suddenly became excited.

Yep, just excited.

He never thought that he would meet Wang Fan here.

This is the guy that everyone in the Wang family is eager to catch.

As long as he can devour Wang Fan's blood, then Emperor Yan, he may be able to break through the last layer of shackles and reach the same level as the ancestor of Batian.

Thinking of this, Emperor Wang Yan couldn't help but get even more excited, and the eyes that looked at Wang Fan were already extremely fiery.

That kind of gaze, as if not looking at a person at all, but looking at a peerless treasure.

Wang Fan looked at Emperor Wang Yan's hot eyes and felt his excitement, but his heart was burning with anger.

"Yes, I am Wang Fan."

With a low roar, Wang Fan didn't hesitate at all, the Chaos Sword suddenly appeared in his hand, and immediately vacated, and the sword was already cut.

He shouldn't have been so rude, but he couldn't help feeling the trace of blood in Wang Yandi's body.

Since he came to the God's Domain, no, these people from the same clan have been targeting him, wanting to kill him, they can't wait to swallow his bones and devour his flesh.

He was like a lost dog, being hunted and killed all the way and fleeing all the way.

Although Wang Fan didn't say anything, he was also a human being. The anger in his heart had already accumulated to an unimaginable level, but he never showed it.

Now that he sees this Wang Yandi, how can he bear it?

The Chaos Sword was swept out, and the terrifying killing intent of the sword surged out. In an instant, a wave formed and madly rolled towards Emperor Wang Yan.

The dazzling sword light had already reflected the entire sky of the blood-marked city, and almost all the monks could see it clearly.

Divine Sword Eighth Form.

It was the eighth style of the Divine Sword displayed by Chaos Sword.

This is also the first time Wang Fan has used the eighth style of the Divine Sword after breaking through to the peak of the Yellow Realm God.

From this, one can imagine how angry he was at this time.

"Hmph, a little trick of carving insects, just a mere Huang Jingshen, and even trying to kill this god? Overcome!"

When Emperor Wang Yan felt Wang Fan's shocking sword, he was slightly shocked at first, and then he sneered disdainfully.

Wang Fan's sword is indeed very strong, even if he kills a mid-stage realm god, it's probably enough.

However, it is far from enough to see him as the pinnacle of the realm god.

He snorted disdainfully, and then his right hand quickly protruded, and the rhythm of the avenues flowed, and he had to slap it with a palm.

But at this moment, his face changed in an instant.

Because he felt an extremely evil aura that locked him in an instant, and under that extremely evil aura, even he felt a little trembling.

"The pinnacle of the realm god? Or the extremely evil pinnacle of the realm god?"

Emperor Wang Yan was shocked. He could no longer care about Wang Fan's slashing sword, but slapped it towards the void not far away.

Boom.

The space was directly smashed, and countless space cracks and wind blades appeared.

Emperor Wang Yan only felt an incomparably evil energy pouring into his body, and he couldn't help but fly backwards.

However, the moment he flew out, he was struck by Wang Fan's sword.

It was as if it was sent on a special trip to be beheaded, and it looked extremely funny.

Puff.

The Chaos Sword directly tore his flesh, half of his body disappeared, and a blood mist burst out in the air.

Emperor Wang Yan's body with only the upper body left, staring blankly at Wang Fan, looking at the void behind Wang Fan, he was a little dumbfounded.

Even the people around were all stunned.

Emperor Wang Yan, the third figure of the Wang family, the terrifying existence of the pinnacle of the realm god, was actually cut off half of his body?

In fact, with Wang Fan's sword alone, it is absolutely impossible to cut off half of Emperor Wang Yan's body.

However, Dora Demon King's previous shot shattered his defense, making him completely defenseless against Wang Fan.

It was because of this that Wang Fan was able to cut off his body with one sword.

"Who? Who are you?"

After Wang Yandi came back to his senses, he couldn't help being a little hysterical.

He is the pinnacle of the realm god, but now he has been cut off half of his body. It is conceivable that his strength will be greatly reduced, and his status in the Wang family will also be greatly reduced.

As a realm **** powerhouse, there is no problem at all, and it can even be said that he wants to regenerate the half of his fleshy body that was cut off.

But how can the new flesh be compared with the original flesh?

Wang Fan looked at Wang Yandi's hysterical expression, but he didn't bother to talk nonsense at all.

He stepped out directly, and he was already slashed with a sword.

With Wang Fan's state at this time, it is naturally impossible to perform the eighth style of the Divine Sword again.

However, he could barely perform the sixth form of the Divine Sword once.

hum!

The sixth form of the Divine Sword burst out of the sky, and the dazzling sword light reflected the entire air.

Emperor Wang Yan lowered his head abruptly, his icy gaze fell on Wang Fan, and there was only endless killing intent in his eyes.

Now that his body is shattered, only by taking down Wang Fan and devouring his flesh and blood, may he be able to fully recover.

However, he soon became desperate again.

Because the evil aura in the dark has locked it again, and a palm print containing supreme magical power has been photographed towards him.

"You, you are despicable!"

Seeing this scene, Emperor Wang Yan was completely blown away.

Bang bang!

However, he couldn't escape at all.

Accompanied by two sounds, the only half of his body left was hit by the palm print first, and then was torn to pieces by Wang Fan's Divine Sword Sixth Form.

Looking at this scene, the scene couldn't help but let out the sound of gasping for air.

Everyone couldn't help but stare at Wang Fan, their eyes full of shock and fear.

Wang Fan glanced at those people coldly, and swept away the space ring that Emperor Wang Yan had dropped, and then his eyes fell on the shadowy old man.

At this moment, the arrogance and indifference on the old man's face had disappeared, replaced by awe and terror.

He never thought that Emperor Wang Yan would be killed by Thunder.

This is simply horrible.

Wang Fan ignored his horrified expression, stared at him and said coldly, "Are you the Sect Master of the Bloodline Sect?"