"What a ruthless little bunny!"

On the street, which had become dilapidated in just a few dozen breaths, Fan Xiong stared at the falling clouds, and his old face twitched fiercely.

Although it is said that he extinguished the samadhi spiritual fire triggered by the clouds and skyfall in time, only five people were rescued in the end.

The remaining nearly ten people, because of their lack of cultivation, could not resist the scorching of the Samadhi spiritual fire, and were burned alive into charcoal, looking like burning sticks.

Although it was not Fan Xiong who was burning, his heart was dripping blood at this time.

It's not that he has much mercy for the dead, but these people are all the strongest elite masters in the City Lord's Mansion, and now more than half of them are directly dead, even if he repels Yun Tianluo today, he doesn't know if the position of the City Lord can be kept.

"Let's shoot together, kill this kid here today, and the city lord will reward you with one million spirit stones!"

His eyes swept around the five masters around him, Fan Xiong stared at Yun Tianluo deadly, the true yuan on his body was drumming, and he was ready to strike again at any time.

Staring at the surviving five people, Yun Tianluo said indifferently: "I don't like to talk nonsense, and I don't like to kill, today is just a grudge between me and the Fan family, and I don't want to involve the rest of the people, but if anyone dares to make a move, don't blame people for being ruthless and having no eyes!"

Yun Tianluo's cold and murderous words made the five of them look at each other again, and they couldn't help but have a trace of hesitation in their eyes.

Just now, Yun Tianluo urged the Samadhi spiritual fire to be extinguished by Fan Xiong, but he didn't continue to attack them, nor did he stop Fan Xiong, this is indeed a mercy on his subordinates, if you continue to rush up at this time, it will definitely be either you die or I live.

That scene still frightened them at this time. Even if Fan Xiong promised a million spirit stones in front of so many people, they didn't dare to choose easily, this was the real choice of life and death, and no one dared to be careless.

"Two million, shoot together, two million spirit stones per person!"

He hesitated when he saw the only five remaining masters around him. Fan Xiong couldn't help but grit his teeth and doubled the reward.

After the preliminary battle just now, he already had a general understanding of Yun Tianluo's strength, and he was not sure that he could defeat Yun Tianluo, let alone kill.

If he goes alone, once he loses, it will definitely be a huge blow to his reputation, and the Fan family's prestige in Meicheng will also plummet in the future, so he doesn't dare to make a move alone.

"Is this true?"

Sure enough, there must be a brave man under the heavy reward, and this sentence is practical in any situation. As soon as Fan Xiong's words came out, a middle-aged man at the ninth layer of the True Yuan Realm immediately changed his eyes, and he took a step forward gently, getting closer to Fan Xiong.

"Naturally, in front of so many people, will the city lord still play tricks on you!"

Seeing someone stand up, Fan Xiong was overjoyed, as if he was worried that he still had concerns. Directly threw out a storage bag in front of him and said, "This is a million deposit." When you're done, pay the other half!"

"Man dies for money, and birds die for food. ”

Seeing this scene, Yun Tianluo couldn't help but sneer, and didn't pay attention to this person, and with a move with one hand, he suddenly took out a spirit level spirit treasure from the small tower. Without the slightest emotion, he said: "Whoever cuts off Fan Ming's hands and makes him kneel in front of my mount, this spirit treasure belongs to whoever!"

Such words suddenly made the faces of everyone present change, and Fan Ming, who had been standing aside, turned pale. Frightened, he sat on the ground, sweat beads on his forehead.

"Too much deception!"

Hearing Yun Tianluo's words, Fan Xiong was directly bloodshot by his angry eyes, and asked people to cut off the arms of his only grandson in front of him, which was simply a loud slap in his face in front of countless people.

With a loud shout, he once again took out a spirit level peerless level long sword from the storage ring, and when he danced rapidly, countless sword rays contained strong killing intent and shrouded the clouds and the sky one after another.

And the ninth-layer martial artist of the True Yuan Realm who received his spirit stone also took out a spirit treasure that was not weak in his hand, and when he was frantically urging, a powerful attack rushed towards Yun Tianluo.

Seeing this scene, Yun Tianluo sneered, and threw the spirit treasure that he had just taken out of the small tower on the ground, and the Lei Yan Zhenyuan on his body surged instantly, and the black demon war knife swept out, and he was not afraid to meet the attack of the two of them.

The battle between the three of them was extremely intense, and the aftermath spread, making many people retreat in shock.

As time passed, some of the strong people around quickly saw that even with one enemy and two enemies, Yun Tianluo obviously suppressed Fan Xiong and the others, and had the absolute upper hand.

Every time he slashed out, it seemed that the entire space where they were fighting was filled with countless swords, and Fan Xiong and the others had no power to resist at all.

Fan Xiong was okay, with his profound cultivation realm, he could barely resist it, but that martial artist of the ninth layer of the True Yuan Realm couldn't, in just a moment, his body was covered with knife marks, and the whole person looked like a bloody person.

In fact, such a scene is not surprising at all.

In terms of the spirit treasure, Yun Tianluo's hand is a Xuan level, which is a big level stronger than the spirit treasure in the hands of Fan Xiong and the two, in terms of the true yuan, he is the Lei Yan true yuan that only six people have since ancient times, and it is several times or even nearly ten times stronger than the ordinary true yuan of the two, and in terms of physique, he doesn't know how many streets he threw off the two of them.

"Since you have chosen the spirit stone, I think you are ready to die, so let me give you a ride!"

A punch shook Fan Xiong back, and Yun Tianluo put his eyes on the body of the ninth-layer martial artist of the True Yuan Realm, and slashed out, instantly splitting it in half in his eyes full of fear.

Such a scene was extremely bloody, but it did not make Yun Tianluo's heart feel the slightest wave, and when he turned around, Yun Tianluo put his eyes on Fan Xiong: "It's your turn!"

As he spoke, the long knife in his hand had already been raised, dancing wildly in the sky, and huge swords broke through the air one after another, heading towards Fan Xiong.

"A little sword light!"

The sword light falling from the sky filled the entire space, Fan Xiong couldn't dodge it at all, gritted his teeth, and only heard him shout, and the true yuan of his body was completely instilled into the long sword in his hand, and a faint sword light suddenly appeared on the sword.

With his seemingly chaotic dance, the light on the tip of the sword suddenly soared wildly, as if countless sword rays had been formed, and they all slashed towards the clouds.

This sword is a powerful sword move that Fan Xiong inadvertently obtained, and it is currently the biggest hole card in his hand, where the sword passes, the void seems to have been cut, and there are actually extremely small spatial ripples vibrating.

Thundered!

The swords collided violently in the sky, and the fierce energy swept out, and the buildings within a radius of several hundred meters collapsed one after another, and the entire ground was full of holes, and the street could not be seen at all.

Countless sword rays finally resisted the blow of Yun Tianluo, and the two breaths continued to entangle and dissipate in the sky, and finally disappeared almost at the same time.

But before Fan Xiong could breathe a sigh of relief, Yun Tianluo had already appeared not far from him at some point, and a punch shining with dazzling red purple light continued to expand in his pupils.

The next moment, before everyone could react, Fan Xiong flew directly dozens of meters away, spurting blood all the way, creating a small rain of blood in the sky.

Ahh

Before Fan Xiong could land, two terrible screams came from the crowd hundreds of meters away, and when he turned around, a martial artist from the eighth layer of the True Yuan Realm kicked Fan Ming, whose arms had just been chopped off, in front of Xiao Fei, and knelt heavily on the ground.

"Thank you Yun Gongzi for your spiritual treasure!"

After doing this, this martial artist put the spirit treasure that Yun Tianluo had just thrown on the ground into the storage bag, and without the slightest hesitation, he immediately rushed towards the city gate.

"Take out the antidote to 'Drunken Immortal San'!"

Faintly glanced at Fan Ming, whose face was already so pale that it was indescribable, kneeling in front of Xiao Fei and about to faint, Yun Tianluo's figure flickered, and instantly appeared in front of Fan Xiong.

Fan Xiong covered his chest while coughing up blood and said: "'Drunken Immortal San' was unintentionally obtained when I was young, and there is no antidote. ”

"In that case, you don't need to live!"

Hearing this, the killing intent on Yun Tianluo's body, which was already slightly restrained, broke out to the peak again, and the long knife in his hand was lightly raised, and the cold light flickered, directly towards Fan Xiong's neck.

However, just when his knife was less than an inch away from Fan Xiong's neck, a brown True Yuan shone brightly, directly moving Fan Xiong more than ten meters away, and then a familiar and unexpected voice that made Yun Tianluo slowly resounded in his ears.

"Tianshao, give the little old man a face, and this matter will be stopped!" (To be continued.) )