"It's so strong!" Mu Xiaoxuan was so shocked that he almost bit his tongue to bleed, and the sharp pain came, he covered his mouth, his eyes were still full of shock.

Because of the shroud of blood mist, the vision was not clear, except for Xiao Fan, Mu Xiaoxuan and the bald Wuzun, the others didn't know what was going on at all, they only heard a strange scream, then someone was injured and vomited blood, and then someone shouted to escape.

"What the hell is going on?" they all itched in their hearts, wondering what was going on, but the martial venerables who were held up by each of them had a bad feeling.

The screams and the escape before seemed to come from the two Martial Zuns, could it be that the two Martial Masters were defeated by that bald head?

"Ahhh

When the monk's voice reached Xiao Fan and Mu Xiao Xuan's ears, the bald-headed Wuzun not far in front of him was already trembling uncontrollably.

It's not that he was afraid, but in this instant, he had been attacked by the monk dozens of times.

"Ahh

With the monk's last kick out, this bald Wuzun couldn't help but fly towards Xiao Fan and Mu Xiaoxuan.

Seeing this, Xiao Fan's eyes lit up, and the two dark jade daggers were immediately raised.

Mu Xiaoxuan also subconsciously reacted like this.

Poof!

A moment later, the bald Wuzun crashed into the jade dagger and Mu Xiaoxuan's long sword, and his entire body was penetrated, and blood flowed out instantly.

"How could it be...... So?" The bald head Wuzun's old and hoarse voice was in disbelief, looking down at the fatal wound on his body that was pierced by the jade dagger and the long sword, his head was crooked, and his life was completely lost.

Standing at the pinnacle of the cultivation world, a martial arts powerhouse, he was beaten up so inexplicably, and then he threw himself on the weapons of Xiao Fan and Mu Xiaoxuan, and died.

"I used to think that the god ninja who was sat to death by Cai Miao was the peak powerhouse who died the most aggrieved, but I didn't expect someone to be worse than him today. ”

Looking at the corpse of Wuzun lying in a pool of blood, Xiao Fan touched his nose.

Mu Xiaoxuan trembled with excitement: "Am I also killing a martial artist?"

"If you want to think so, I'm in favor of it. Xiao Fan said.

Looking at Mu Xiaoxuan's excited appearance, Xiao Fan couldn't help but roll his eyes: "It's great to kill a martial artist?"

Xiao Fan didn't say this, what Mu Xiaoxuan wanted was some self-confidence, he was hit with a little inferiority complex before, and he needed to get his confidence back little by little, and then condense it, so that it was possible to have the possibility of advancing to the realm of Wuzun after reaching the innate threefold, otherwise, it would be difficult.

The reason is very simple, to enter Wuzun is to understand your own obsession, a person who doesn't even have self-confidence, has a fart obsession, will always feel that he just can't do it, can't do it at all, can't do it at all, then he really can't do it.

While the two were talking, the figure of the monk had disappeared.

In the blood mist, Xiao Fan heard a scream not far from the left, and immediately took Mu Xiaoxuan to hurry up.

Before he could run a few steps, he noticed something flying, Xiao Fan didn't think about it, jumped up and kicked it out, kicking it back.

Bang!

The first sound is the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, and the second is a muffled sound.

"Ugh!"

It was only at this time that Xiao Fan saw clearly that there was a masked martial artist lying on the ground, and the monk was stepping on his chest one by one.

This masked martial venerable had sword wounds on his hands and feet, and the blood was still flowing, and the originally black face towel was also dyed dark red by the blood.

The monk's speed gradually slowed down until the blood on his body quickly faded, from his feet to his legs, to his lower abdomen, to his stomach, to his chest, to his neck, and finally to his face, to his bald head.

With a click, the monk fell to the ground with a pale face, extremely weak.

"The picture is unsightly!" Xiao Fan said.

"The monk's capital doesn't seem to be small. Mu Xiaoxuan's focus didn't seem right.

The monk didn't know what kind of trick broke out before, and it became extremely terrifying, but his clothes were also torn apart because of this, and there were tattoos to cover his body before, plus a piece of blood, he couldn't see anything clearly, and now the blood color faded, and the tattoos disappeared, and Bai Kaka's body was exposed.

"Amitabha, my Buddha said that flesh and skin are the boat of the soul, helping people to get through the endless sea of suffering, there is nothing to see. The monk covered the important parts with his hands, and said indifferent words in his mouth, but he struggled to look sideways at the ghost: "Little ghost, is my body good-looking?

The ghost's face twitched, and the soft sword poked out like a poisonous snake, picking up the masked Wuzun's face towel.

In the next second, a face appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"Yo, acquaintance!" Xiao Fan couldn't help but laugh when he saw it.

"Well, it's an acquaintance. Mu Xiaoxuan nodded, and said with a smile: "The martial artist of the 100,000 Mountain Villa, I remember calling it ...... What's it called? Gui Ling?"

"It's him. Xiao Fan smiled harmlessly.

This tendon and tendon were all broken, and the monk stepped on the dantian, and his internal strength turned into nothing, and he was the martial venerable of the 100,000 Mountain Villa, Gui Ling.

This person forced Xiao Fan to take his palm after the Heaven Dou Meeting ended, and then together with the other three martial artists, he attacked Xiao Fan and Wang Po together, causing Wang Po to be seriously injured, and he has not recovered yet.

However, Xiao Fan was also blessed by misfortune, and with the obsession of guarding, he was promoted to Wuzun.

From that moment on, in Xiao Fan's heart, he would never die with this person, but he never had time to trouble him, Gui Ling had been hiding in the 100,000 Villa, and Xiao Fan would not be stupid enough to go to the 100,000 Villa to kill him.

I thought it would take a while to kill this guy, but I didn't expect him to take the initiative to find it.

"Gui Ling Wuzun, you came this time with the determination to kill me, right? You also deliberately changed your voice, for fear that I would recognize it? Why don't you change your face as well?" Xiao Fan squatted beside Gui Ling and asked with a smile.

At this moment, Gui Ling was already unable to move, and his heart was dead.

His eyes were gray, his pupils were dilated, and he had gone from a high-ranking martial arts powerhouse to a miserable end where his dantian was broken, his internal strength was wasted, and his limbs were broken, and he didn't have the slightest idea of living.

"Whoever is a prince is a loser, I lost, kill me. Gui Ling was discouraged, looking at Xiao Fan's eyes, the hatred was crazy enough to destroy the world.

In the deepest part of his eyes, there was a trace of regret.

The Heaven Dou Society already knew about Xiao Fan's demons, and from then on, he should not provoke Xiao Fan again.

It's a pity that things have come to the point where they are now, regret is useless, and now Xiao Fan, 100,000 Villas can't avenge him at all, and they don't dare to take revenge.

"Killing you so easily? That's too cheap for you...... Right?"

Before Mu Xiaoxuan finished speaking, his eyes widened, Xiao Fan's dark jade dagger quietly and silently slashed through Gui Ling's neck, and in the blood spray, Gui Ling died in Xiao Fan's hands as he wished. ()

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