Lin Wenrui has a bit of a wise man's demeanor, what he said is really eight or nine is not far from ten, the two swords just now did consume Zhang Fan's great spiritual power, and he himself can only send one sword at most.

"Let's go up together and kill this person here."

Zhang Fan's eyes coldly glanced at the six people in the tomb robbery group, no, there were only five people, Lin Ruiwen, Onmyoji, the woman in white, Wei Meng, the coquettish woman of the wood department, and one more?

He had a very good memory, and he remembered a short, shrunken man.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound underground.

If it weren't for his divine sense, he really wouldn't have found out.

At the same time, the gods and Buddhas in the sky were also paying attention here, but they were not only concerned about the battle on Zhang Fan's side, but also about the ancient monsters who emitted a terrifying aura in the darkness of space and in the deep mountains of Simon.

Everyone's face was solemn.

Then he looked at Zhang Fan, who was still struggling, and shook his head, how can you even a few mortals who have been blessed by the ancient breath prevent the advent of the age of the gods.

Childishness must also have a bottom line, and grandstanding will only cost one's life.

It may be too late to flee now.

At this time, in the ghost city of Fengdu, Cang Xuan specially summoned a cadre of spiritual officials in Fengdu to set up a banquet to welcome the advent of the age of the gods, and in addition, he also deliberately left Feng Xingyun and Jiang Tianyang behind, so that they could see with their own eyes how Zhang Fan was going to perish step by step.

The mobile phone of one of the animals in the group was projected on the sky above the palace by the occult light technique, so that everyone could see it clearly.

Cang Xuan took a sip of the wine glass and chuckled: "Arrogance, there is a price." ”

The priest said: "Even mortals can't deal with it, and they still want to rebel against the sky." ”

"This person is really arrogant and doesn't know what to say."

"Fortunately, this person is not from my Fengdu, otherwise, I don't know how to be made fun of."

As he spoke, his eyes deliberately looked at Feng Xingyun and Jiang Tianyang.

All the spirit officials in Fengdu whispered.

made Feng Xingyun and Jiang Tianyang's faces extremely ugly.

Simon's judge, Lu Zhongchu, and the man surnamed Wen were present.

Judge Lu said: "Judge Zhang is very powerful, one person resists the three major Shura kings, and resists 100,000 cultivators in the smokeless mountain, are you still afraid of a few mortals?" ”

His words were deliberately said very loudly, so that Feng Xingyun and Jiang Tianyang listened to them, and the faces of the latter two became even more difficult It looked like they were going to take credit for Zhang Fan this time, but now they have become the object of their ridicule, and Jiang Tianyang is even more angry.

Wen Wudao said: "It's true at all, Zhang Ju is invincible, and he is naturally not afraid." ”

"Hahaha, we drink, drink ......"

It looked like Zhang Fan had won, but the ridicule came to his face.

Everyone raised their glasses, looking more like they were toasting because of Zhang Fan's bad luck.

"Dry ......"

On the dark light of the sky, Zhang Fan's footsteps took a step forward, and a strong formation pressure on his body suddenly sank down, and the yellow sand under his feet, a space of nearly 100 meters, immediately sank by as much as two or three centimeters.

The man in the ground will never feel good if he is crushed.

But I heard Zhang Fan say: "Force me to make another sword?" ”

"Why bother......

He smiled heroically, drank lightly, and pointed out the sword trick with both hands: "Wind and Thunder Sword Trick!" ”

I saw that his hands were like this, his palms flicked, and the Wind and Thunder Sword Technique shot out again, but the direction of the shot was not those people opposite, but the sky.

Whoosh!

One sword, two swords, three swords, four swords...... Thirty-five Sword ...... Sixty-Seven Sword ...... One Hundred and Eight Swords......

Lin Wenrui's face turned completely blue.

This is a hard slap in the face, saying that he can only send a sword, and the result is ...... Sword after sword is fired like a machine gun that can't run out of bullets.

Dumbfounded!

For a long time, he didn't move, watching silently.

At this moment, his brain was running violently, and for a moment, it was like pouring a lot, but he just couldn't think of how he could burst like no consumption.

After a long time, Lin Wenrui wiped a cold sweat, your uncle...... It's so perverted!

His face was blue, red, and white, and he was a little afraid.

It's not a thing.

He cursed in his heart.

If you shoot it, you shoot it, what does it mean for you to shoot at the sky, and it is an insult to the sky, no, it is an insult to the god king, but if so many wind and thunder swords shoot towards you like a storm, that picture ...... It's kind of scary.

It's best to keep the stupid attack and explode into the sky to exhaust your strength.

This is also the voice of all tomb robbers.

Three hundred and sixty-seven sword ...... Five hundred and thirty-two swords...... Seven hundred and eighty-nine sword ......

The spiritual power in Zhang Fan's body really seems to be inexhaustible.

Cold sweat broke out on the foreheads of the tomb robbers.

This face is endless.

Finally...... He stopped, and another word came out of his mouth: "Column! ”

The sword light in the sky was listed in an orderly manner.

Lin Wenrui's face changed drastically again, and the sword rays shot out were even more controllable, and they were arranged in an orderly manner, faintly containing a strange law.

"Void Night Sword Rain!"

Suddenly, the sword rays that were levitating in the sky seemed to have received some kind of command, and they flew down from the sky like a storm.

A thousand catties of water falling from a height of three meters can flatten a bridge car, not to mention, every sword is a wind and thunder sword, and one contains the power that is enough to destroy the mountains and seas, not to mention the bonus of the power of the top formation.

When the sword falls, it is the time when the lamentation resounds.

"It's ......"

Whoosh, swishing, stormy, and the sky was full of sword light.

"Fall!"

Boom, when the sword array fell, the earth shook and the grave robbers in the sword array all revealed their so-called divine bodies, gathering all their strength to go up, but the sword light unceremoniously shot in from their chests, pierced from the backs, chased one sword after another, until their bodies were pierced with thousands of holes, and their bodies were full of wind blades and thunderbolts.

"Ah......" Under the sword roar that filled the heavens and the earth, there was a wail and scream.

The sword array was submerged into the ground, and there were blood pillars shooting up in the yellow sand, and the person in the underground was also majestic in the sword array, but at a moment, he had already surfaced to the ground, but he was full of sword holes, spitting blood, and he was already out of prestige.

The sword rain was sadistic for more than a minute.

Until there was no more screaming.

In the palace of Yanjun in Fengdu, when they saw this scene, their hearts trembled.

A wind and thunder sword that is so against the sky, he can still condense it into a sword formation, and it is still ...... Top sword formation.

The first mortals who were favored by the ancients were completely annihilated in this way.

This...... These are the chosen ones.

Each one of them bears the body of an ancient god!

It's comparable to the great gods of ancient times.

was actually killed by Zhang Fan and Zhang Fan's little third-grade judge?

A moment ago, I was happy, but this time, there was no more sound of wine glasses colliding, and there was no laughter.

There was a dead silence.

"Good, good ......"

Feng Xingyun and Jiang Tianyang, the two ghost handsomes in the first coffin, cheered loudly, it was so refreshing, Jiang Tianyang only felt that he had a bad breath.

Fengdu's spiritual officer is too dog-eyed to look down on people.

This face is relieved.

Didn't you say that Zhang Fan lost the face of the first coffin? Lost? Lost it now! Not only did it not lose it, but it also gave the first coffin a big face.

"Good fight, haha" Jiang Tianyang laughed happily, his eyes swept over the scene, but he saw that the expressions of the spirit officials in Fengdu were very stiff, even the Cang Xuan who was sitting on it.

"Come, Feng Dashuai, let's go one."

"Let's go."

"Hahahaha......"

The cattle in the chat group of the underworld were also boiling, and a wave of barrage walked up, and the screen was full of six, and the Xuanguang technique above the Yan Jun Hall was dominated by 666.

"Huh!" Zhang Fan sighed lightly.

But he felt Lin Wenrui's breath, and he didn't die, under the rain of swords, Lin Wenrui revealed his full body of armor, and rolled quickly on the spot, plus, he was favored by the ancients, and his strength was stronger than others, and he escaped the catastrophe.

He crawled out of the mud and sand covered in scars, and the yellow sand rustled down his cyan armor.

"Roar!" A strange voice came from Mount Simon, and it was very close, as if it was coming from the mountain.

"You can't stop the age of the gods, the gods have crossed over."

"Hahaha......"

"You can't kill me, this God King is destiny."