A quasi-saint has fallen!

The remaining eight quasi-saint powerhouses were shocked.

Before he could get out of his surprise, Lin Fan's sword had arrived.

The Blood Demon Sword was thick and bladeless for a while, and it was extremely sharp for a while.

The sword was like the best paintbrush in Lin Fan's hand, depicting the best picture.

"Heavenly Sword Nine Tricks, Heaven-Breaking Tricks!"

The sword came out, the sword qi soared into the sky, and the stars shattered.

"No!" The quasi-saint under the blade of the sword let out a roar of disbelief, and was cut in half by a sword.

The quasi-saint who was cut in half did not die.

After all, the Blood Demon Sword is not a World-Destroying Demon Sword, it will corrode their souls at every turn, and although it can absorb blood, it is not enough to kill the quasi-saint.

The quasi-saint who was cut in half by the sword was about to escape and reorganize his body, and Lin Fan's six reincarnation fists had already hit.

The six realms of collapse send people into samsara.

Under the fist is reincarnation.

Rumble......

With two critical hits, the body of the quasi-saint who was divided into two halves was directly exploded, and the blood and bones were shattered into pieces, turning into cosmic dust and coiling in the decisive battle.

Another quasi-saint has fallen.

The faces of the remaining quasi-saints were pale and bloodless.

Nine quasi-saints besieged, but two were killed, and seven besieged?

They dare not think about it, and they can't think about it.

If you think about it, fear will occupy your heart and affect your combat power.

However, they still couldn't help but be afraid, because after the death of the two quasi-saints, Lin Fan was not seriously injured, only lightly.

There is Taiyi Immortal Rulai's golden body, and the golden body is indestructible, blocking many quasi-saint attacks, but it does not mean that Lin Fan is not injured.

A quasi-saint-level powerhouse, even if it is a pig quasi-saint, cannot be underestimated.

Their attack fell on Lin Fan, and they didn't break the defense, but the force of the shock injured Lin Fan.

For Lin Fan, the explosion is a serious injury, and the injury is like a skin injury, insignificant.

That's what scared the remaining seven quasi-saints.

What was scared was not only the seven quasi-saints who fought with Lin Fan, but also the Lu Zhudao people who observed the battle through the old Heavenly Court Qiankun Mirror.

The more he looked, the more he felt that the nail in his hand was difficult to start.

"Can the Nailhead Seven Arrows Book really hurt him, make him show his flaws, and be killed by the quasi-saint?"

Lu Zhudao people are not sure, and they always feel that the opportunity to make a move is in the next second.

He's waiting, waiting, and waiting, and it's not the best time to make a move.

"The sea is immeasurable!" Another quasi-saint is dying.

Immeasurable divine light erupted, like the surging waters of the sea.

Wave after wave.

"Tyranny Sword, Heaven Slashing!"

Under the blade of the world, the tide is divided into two.

The other quasi-saints didn't have time to rescue, and watched another quasi-saint being slashed.

"Six left? Today, Lone is putting an end to your myths. ”

Lin Fan gestured with his hand.

Thousands of hands, comparing two hands does not affect the battle, although, now Lin Fan's thousand hands have been broken by more than three hundred hands.

Lin Fan is strong, they are also strong, but unfortunately they met Lin Fan.

They had blood on their faces, not their blood, but the blood of the quasi-saints who were killed and beaten by Lin Fan.

Cold sweat broke out on their foreheads, and they couldn't tell whether their faces were sweat or blood.

"Impossible, how did he cultivate?"

"Could it be that he is really the little white face of the Nuwa Sage, and the Nuwa Sage gave him all the resources for sanctification. Raise him to be a being close to a saint? ”

Most of the quasi-saint-level powerhouses thought that the saint standing behind Lin Fan was Nuwa, after all, it was too obvious.

They didn't believe that there was no one behind Lin Fan, and even if there was no one, there would be a person in their brains.

In the Wa Palace, the quasi-saint mentioned the name of the Nuwa saint, and the Nuwa saint felt something in his heart, and looked at the dimensional time and space.

"Damn these bastards, damn it! Your whole family only raised a little white face. ”

The enraged saint was furious and decided that if the one who spoke survived, he would be beaten to death.

However, Lin Fan did not disappoint her, and solved the talking guy with one sword.

"How exactly did he cultivate?" The Nuwa sage watched the battle, and the more she watched, the more puzzled she became.

In the same realm, the saints are not so strong.

Others thought that Lin Fan was standing behind her, could she not know as a party?

She didn't stand behind Lin Fan at all.

So who, exactly, is behind it? Which saint is it? Or ......

The Nuwa sage looked up at the sky and was suspicious.

There is only one person in the heavens of the saint, Hongjun Ancestor.

"If not, if Lin Fan is standing behind him?" The sage Nuwa thought of a terrible possibility.

"If that's the case, it's terrible."

.........

Cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the person who lit the lamp.

"It's coming, it's almost time!" The lantern burner is ready to throw out the glass lamp and release the saint's divine power hidden in the lamp.

He didn't believe that under the divine power of the saint, Lin Fan could live.

Once the saint's supernatural powers explode, this place will be chaotic.

This cosmic starry sky will be extinguished along with the quasi-saints present.

Those who are also waiting for the opportunity are not the only ones who burn the lamp.

In the secret room, it is a world of its own and a space of its own.

Flowers and trees can be seen everywhere, mountains and rivers flow, white clouds curling, and the scorching sun hanging in the air.

If you look closely, you will see that the scorching sun is a round of golden crows that emit flames.

Under the scorching sun, Lu Zhudao held the hand of the nail.

"Can't wait any longer!"

Wait for the quasi-saints to die, who will kill Lin Fan at that time.

Seeing that the last nail of the Seven Arrows Book of Nail Head is about to be pierced.

Lu Zhudao suddenly felt that the death crisis enveloped him, as if the last nail would be killed if he fell one more point.

Great terror, great fear.

Someone!

Lu Zhudao raised his head and saw a familiar, unbelievable figure.

"It's you! How can it be?! ”

Those who appear are the ones who should not appear.

......

The person who appeared in front of Lu Zhudao was the person who should not have appeared.

"It's you! Aren't you fighting them? Stunned and incredulous, Lu Zhudao couldn't believe the identity of the person who came.

It's too much out of reality, if it's true......

Lu Zhudao felt that his hand holding the nail was controlled by an invisible force, and it was difficult to go down.

The rusty, blood-stained Cursed Nail exudes evil power all the time, just waiting to be nailed through the spell-casting puppet.

The curse that lingered for an unknown number of thousands of years, the blood that condensed the blood of an unknown number of witches, told the tragedy of the Lich War back then.

The gentle wind brings a howl from hell.

The howl was squeezed into nothing under the pressure of great coercion, and finally dissipated and did not exist.

Powerful, unimaginably powerful.

Beyond the power of the quasi-saint.

Lu Zhudao had seen such power in his father and uncle, and now, he saw it again in the people who came.

Is it fear?

Is it calm?

Are you unwilling?

The revenge of the collapse of the Demon Clan's Heavenly Court has not yet been avenged, and he is unwilling to die like this.

"Who decrees that you can't be anywhere else if you fight them? The quasi-saint is unpredictable, can appear in multiple places at the same time, and can also manifest multiple incarnations at the same time. ”

The man raised his head and looked at the sky.

"This space you have built is good, there are flowers and grass, good wind and water, it is a suitable place for burial, say, where do you want to be buried?"

"How did you know I was here, how did you find out who I was? I asked myself who I hadn't told anyone that I was the Emperor of Heaven. ”

Lu Zhudao had a hard time spitting out, and under the strong pressure, he was forced to show his body, the body of the Golden Crow.

The sun shines brightly, reflecting the heavens and projections.

He's condensing his ultimate, trying to escape with the light of the sun.

Where the sun goes, he goes.

Once the spell is cast, he will turn into sunlight and escape.

Flee in the form of light, for every ray of the sun cannot be stopped.

Even if they escape from a light smaller than dust, the people of Lu Zhudao can survive.

"That's how I found it, naturally. They also found out. ”

"They also found out about the Lantern Dao people?"

"Yes."

"Looks like my disguise is really not home. But I don't know anything, please tell me, or I'll die. Have they all fallen into your calculations, King of the Emperor? ”

The person who came turned out to be Lin Fan, Lin Fan, who was fighting with the Burning Lantern Daoist and the Antarctic Immortal.