At this time, Zhao Fan slowly stood up, and then took the dragon horn double blade in the storage ring, grabbed one in each hand, and turned in place like a whirlwind.

The dragon horn twin blades stirred the air, forming a powerful blade flow, and the radius of more than thirty meters centered on him was razed to the ground.

And on the ground, there were scattered dark blades of grass with broken roots.

This nearly 1,000-square-meter space is the battlefield of the final chapter of the secret realm!

Zhao Fan raised his head calmly, the second red point of light was approaching from afar, he knew that it was the Holy Maiden Yu Xian'er of the Divine Machine Gate, and the accompanying Holy Son Duanmu Han.

To his surprise, the red dot representing Ruan Zhou of the Ice and Fire Divine Palace was very close to him in the star chart.

Zhao Fan calculated, it seemed to be the mountain area on the other side of the lake that was fighting with Chen Zhuojiang, but Ruan Zhou did not move in place.

"It's not itchy if there are more lice, it doesn't matter if you come, you don't have to come." He sat cross-legged on the ground, waiting for the menacing Tianjiao.

An hour later, the first to arrive at the grassland was the alliance led by Fang Ming, and he saw the figure in the distance sitting on the ground, as breathless as dead wood, but he fearfully signaled his allies to stop.

Fang Ming said solemnly: "Wait and see, there will definitely be first-class and seven-scale forces arriving later, if we do it at this time, we will definitely be cannon fodder." ”

Now there are only forty-two people left in the alliance, and the dozen or so that are missing, except for Jiang Zhiqing, who was killed by Zhao Fan, and the six killed by the latter, the rest all died in the encounter with other groups or the Seven Giants Tianjiao.

Zhao Fan opened his eyes and looked at the alliance army over there, the enemy did not move, I did not move, he regarded it as air, and there was no trace of superfluous movements.

After a stick of incense, Nine Star Valley and Guiyi Academy arrived in two directions at the same time, and they also stood outside the open space, they were also watching like the alliance, and they were not in a hurry to make a move.

Gradually, more and more Tianjiao gathered.

Kunlun Xu, Putuo Mountain followed, and the Taoist geniuses led by Wuzhuang Guan also came.

However, there is still no one who has started a war with Zhao Fan.

After another stick of incense, small groups of first-class forces also came to this green grassland one after another, all quietly looking at the legendary number one on the creation list.

The children of the royal family of Zhennan Wangfu and the other four palaces arrived one after another.

Ji Lan wiped the sweat from her forehead, "So many people? Now all the names on the list are lit up, except for Yu Xian'er, who is moving here, and Ruan Zhou, who has not moved from beginning to end, almost all of them are here, right? ”

"Brother Fan, he ......" Ji Mengyue said worriedly: "Can you really carry it?" ”

Zhao Fan sat indifferently in the center of the battlefield, he looked up at the background of the star map of the Creation List, with the movement speed of the red point of light of the Holy Maiden of the Divine Machine Gate, it was expected that in less than an hour, he would descend with the Holy Son!

At that time, it will be a fierce battle like never before.

"......Huh" Zhao Fan exhaled deeply, his eyes calmly scanned the Tianjiao around the battlefield, the eyes of the vast majority of people were full of greed and murder, and the Daomen geniuses led by the Five Great Palaces and Wuzhuang Guan had worried, worshipped, and other kind and friendly eyes.

Zhao Fan couldn't help but wonder, the Five Great Princes could understand, but those people from the Daomen forces were like this, why were they like this?

If you want to talk about the origin, it is also a vein of great creation.

But now he is exploring the ancient ruins under the banner of the Qinyin Pavilion.

The next moment.

The feather dust led by the three great Tianjiao of Wuzhuang Guan gathered into silk and passed into Zhao Fan's ears: "Zhao Fan Daoyou, below is the feather dust of Wuzhuang Guan, and today the disciples of my Daomen forces will do their best to help you survive this catastrophe." ”

"Huh?"

Zhao Fan was stunned for a moment, then condensed his voice into a line and asked, "I don't know why Brother Yuchen said this?" ”