The cold moon, the clear autumn, the cold night, a killing, officially kicked off.

Huang Quan, who had just harvested a life, seemed to realize the killing intent dripping in his master's heart, and he was restless in Xiao Fan's hands.

wiped out a life with his own hands, arousing the bloodthirsty factor in Xiao Fan's bones, and he urgently needed a hearty killing to release the suppressed anger in his heart.

With every swing of the Yellow Spring, a life will fall, and at this moment, the originally noble life begins to become cheaper.

There is no mercy, no sorrow, only cold, endless coldness, stepping on this road, they should be enlightened by this, in this world, the world where you kill me, I kill you, will always struggle between killing and being killed, hell and the world, just a few feet apart.

Quickly eliminated the peripheral forces of the Murong family's manor, Xiao Fan held the sword in his hand, followed the steps, and climbed the steps.

The sound of the car outside came, "The speed is not bad," Xiao Fan said lightly to Zhao Husheng, but the corners of his mouth hooked up a cold smile.

If he hadn't deliberately waited for reinforcements from the Murong family, these waste materials outside would definitely not have been able to stop Zhao Husheng and Xiao Fan for nearly a quarter of an hour.

"Tonight, I will personally bury the myth of the eight hundred iron horsemen of the Murong family." Xiao Fan's voice resounded in the sky above the Murong family.

Echoing in the night sky, it was impossible to comprehend, the ground was full of the shock of stumps and broken arms, and after facing Murong Cheng's mouth coldly spitting out the word "kill", he still spared no effort to carry out Murong Cheng's order.

Murong Cheng, who was on the verge of collapse emotionally, could no longer hide the anger in his heart, just two people, he dared to kill the Murong family, Murong Cheng could tolerate Xiao Fan's use of all indiscriminate means to treat him, but he definitely couldn't bear Xiao Fan's contempt for him.

What's more, he wanted to overturn Xiao Fan's myth, because Murong Jun had broken his wings under this man's hands.

The old guy in the family has always refused to recognize himself, and has always thought that he is not as good as Murong Jun, if he kills this man tonight, then the old guy has no reason not to recognize himself, Murong Cheng looked at the two figures, and smiled hideously.

He didn't believe that Xiao Fan and Zhao Husheng could resist the Murong family's eight hundred iron horses, although Xiao Fan had the strength to make the world bow down, but, no matter what, he was one person after all, even if he added a Zhao Husheng, it would have little impact on the battle situation.

One person, changing the tide of battle, for Murong Cheng, it is just a legend, and there is more than one invincible general who crisscrosses the battlefield.

Murong Cheng didn't know that tonight, this legend was about to be staged in front of his eyes.

Under the night sky, Xiao Fan and Murong Cheng's eyes collided together, as if Xiao Fan knew what he was thinking, Murong Cheng clearly saw the playful cruelty and a somewhat disdainful smile hooked up at the corner of Xiao Fan's mouth, the two were far away, but in an instant, Xiao Fan's figure had disappeared into the crowd, and Murong Cheng preferred to believe that it was just his hallucination.

Eight hundred to two, this is definitely an extremely disparity gap, and besides, these eight hundred people are still a force that is enough to shake the world, Murong Cheng feels that there is no reason to kill Xiao Fan.

The entire manor is already full of people from the Murong family, kill a batch, and then a batch will come up, this kind of bloody nature that is not afraid of death, anyone who is afraid of it will feel trembling, Rao is Zhao Husheng and Xiao Fan's mentality is hard, and they can't help but feel a little moved.

Xiao Fan is in a pity, it's a pity that this power is in the hands of a so-called fool, power is a thing, without giving enough wisdom, it will never be real power.

Zhao Husheng also regretted that these people were a pity.

All the pity has turned into a ruthless shot, except to make them die more painfully, there is no way to express regret for these people.

I can't understand the shock of the two to the eight hundred people, although the eight hundred people can't shoot at the same time, but in the face of dozens of people, and it is a continuous siege, Xiao Fan and Zhao Husheng are like tireless machines, harvesting one life after another, Xiao Fan's feet are already covered with corpses, at first, the two of them fought separately.

In the end, it was Xiao Fan who helped Zhao Husheng kill again, Zhao Husheng was just waving a knife in his consciousness, the first general in the south, after killing more than 200 elites, was finally tired.

And at this moment, most of the Murong family's eight hundred iron horsemen have fallen.

"Kill, kill them for me." Murong Cheng's eyes were already red, like a crazy gambler, he pressed all the chips like a gambler, just hoping to kill Xiao Fan.

There is constantly life, falling in Xiao Fan's hands, for this tireless man like a god, Murong Cheng finally felt fear, looking at the fallen crowd, Murong Cheng couldn't understand the shock in his heart at all.

"Can eight hundred iron horses be safe in the world?" These are the words that came out of the mouth of his elder brother Murong Jun, how domineering it is, now these eight hundred people who can compete in the world are going to be killed by two people, Murong Cheng's emotions have collapsed, and at this moment, he finally saw the outrageous strength of this man.

"Grandpa, you're right." Murong Cheng sat on the ground and muttered in a low voice, looking at the fallen crowd with blank eyes, without focus.

An old warm hand landed on Murong Cheng's shoulder, under the cold autumn leaves, it was so warm, turning around, Murong Cheng saw an old face full of kindness.

"Do you see clearly?" The old man looked at Murong Cheng and asked softly.

"Well," Murong Cheng nodded lightly, but unfortunately, this price was too great, the price was that the entire Murong family, that man, had no reason to let go of the Murong family, and the Murong family was also put on the hat of a shameful betrayer and annihilated in this world.

Having come to this point, there is no longer any need to complain, Murong Cheng lost in his unwillingness after all, but his unwillingness has buried the Murong family, remorse, self-blame, it is useless, because that demon god-like man has already harvested the last standing life, holding a sword, and walking in the direction where they are.

The old man of the Murong family still had that calm gaze, looking at Xiao Fan, like an old friend who had not been seen for a long time, without any emotional fluctuations in his eyes, after all, he was a person who was used to seeing strong winds and waves, and he was so calm in the face of life and death.

It's a pity, it's an enemy, since it's an enemy, then there's no need to stay, Xiao Fan has already paid for his mistake once, the same mistake, he won't make it a second time, no matter what, the Murong family already has a reason to kill.