"You want to eat me?" Wu Fan squinted at the five monks of the Lang Evil Hall and asked softly, his eyes were very surprised.

Although he had heard of cannibalism, he had never seen it, let alone become food.

But in the eyes of the five monks of the Lang Evil Temple, this surprise turned into fear.

"Hehe, boy, don't be afraid, uncle, I don't like to eat dead human flesh, if you are scared to death, it will damage the deliciousness of the meat. The monk who spoke before the Lang Evil Hall sneered, and the silver-veined war tiger walked towards Wu Fan step by step, and a strange spiritual weapon appeared in the hand of the monk of the Lang Evil Hall on his back, which was a bit similar to the boning sharp knife in the mortal world.

The knife was covered in dark red blood, and even faintly visible strands of flesh.

"This knife has drunk the blood of one hundred and seventy-six people, and removed the flesh and bones of one hundred and twenty-three, and today, the number will increase again. ”

The monk of the Lang Evil Hall talked to himself, saying that he had increased his achievements, which was also a common characteristic of the monks of the Lang Evil Temple, he would record his battles, and he would write down every person he killed.

And among the enemies slain, they are all killed alone, and they don't need the help of others to count their own achievements.

The monk of the Lang Evil Hall in front of him has killed more than 170 people alone, with such a record, even Wu Fan has not killed so many people so far.

And this person is just a late-stage soul martial arts monk in the Lang Evil Palace, in the Lang Evil Palace, there are thousands of monks, more powerful than this person, so it can be seen how strong this Lang Evil Hall is, and why the monks in its hall make countless people afraid of it.

As for this murder, it seems that it is too plain for the monks of this Lang Evil Temple, and their lives are like killing.

But for Wu Fan, who has been through ups and downs for a long time, this can only surprise him, not shock him, and make Wu Fan feel no fear.

The monk of the Lang Evil Hall rode a silver-veined war tiger, and after being ten zhang away from Wu Fan, his legs were a little bit, and the silver-veined war tiger suddenly raised his front legs, roared, and stepped towards Wu Fan.

The combat power of this silver-veined battle tiger alone can kill a lot of Soul Martial Realm cultivators.

Wu Fan's eyes flashed, for this silver-veined war tiger, his body alone could be easily slashed, his right hand swung out like lightning, instantly turned into a fist, and slammed out.

This fist was originally ordinary, there was no energy fluctuation on it, except for the speed, it was almost no different from a mortal.

But this punch directly shattered the feet of the silver-veined war tiger, slammed into its abdomen, and killed it instantly.

The monk of the Lang Evil Hall on it retreated with a look of surprise the moment Wu Fan's fist slammed into the body of the silver-veined war tiger.

"This person is so strong, he can actually kill the Silver Striped War Tiger with one punch, how strong is his strength. And I didn't feel any energy fluctuations in his fist before, what the hell is going on?"

"It's really strange, as if his previous punch was just a random one, but the attack is so powerful, it's really unbelievable. However, this is only the beginning, the monks of the Lang Evil Hall are no better than this silver-veined war tiger, otherwise, they will not make countless monks afraid. ”

"Yes, among the late-stage Soul Martial cultivators, there are very few people who can achieve such a powerful attack, it seems that you are a disciple of a certain big force. Unfortunately, this still won't change your fate. The monk of the Lang Evil Hall had a cold face, and the knife in his hand slashed towards Wu Fan, the speed was extremely fast, the knife technique was tricky, and the powerful momentum shocked everyone.

"Well...... It does have some strength, but it's still ...... Too weak. Wu Fan's expression was indifferent, and with a suck of his palm, the iron rod that had previously barbecued the spirit sheep appeared in his hand instantly, and with a sharp swing, the entire space vibrate, as if a mountain roared up, stirring up the wind and clouds, but there was still no energy fluctuation on the iron rod.

The "arrogant" enemy shouted angrily, and the knife in his hand was once again sharp, wanting to split Wu Fan in half with one sword.

The two weapons collided in an instant, almost as everyone imagined, and the iron rod in Wu Fan's hand was instantly cut off by the enemy's weapon.

Everyone thought that Wu Fan would die instantly under the sword of the monk of the Lang Evil Temple, and they all had a result in their hearts.

But this is not the case.

Wu Fan's broken iron rod was like a part, carrying thousands of gravity, and before the monk of the Lang Evil Hall slashed Wu Fan with his knife, it smashed into the upper body of the monk of the Lang Evil Palace.

Suddenly, the monk of the Lang Evil Hall was like being hit by a 10,000-pound boulder, his chest was sunken, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, with disbelief, and his figure flew upside down, reaching dozens of zhang, before he stopped, blood spurted out again, and his face immediately turned pale, and his eyes were full of shock.

"How is it possible? This person can actually hit the monks of the Lang Evil Hall with a single blow, and the most amazing thing is that this person does not use any energy, this ...... It's simply impossible?"

"It's so deeply hidden, this person is not simple. Qi Ji on the side said in a deep voice, his face was very heavy, and he felt a potential danger in Wu Fan's body.

"Boy, you are looking for death" The other four monks of the Lang Evil Hall immediately lost their composure, and the heavy damage to their companions made them feel that their majesty had been shaken.

The two Lang Evil Hall monks, who were not weaker than the previous person, pressed down on Wu Fan violently, and two supreme attacks enveloped Wu Fan, besieging him to prevent him from escaping.

In the next breath, a violent blood spiritual power surged out of Wu Fan's body, surrounding the remaining half of the iron rod, like a red-hot iron, bursting out with red light.

Wu Fan's eyes flashed, his figure did not retreat but advanced, and the iron rod in his hand roared out, and there was a rumbling sound.

A powerful burst of energy covered everyone's sight, and after a loud noise, two figures flew upside down, one of them had half of the iron rod in Wu Fan's hand stuck in his chest, and he was dead, and the other one was a little better, half of his body was bloody, as if it was smashed by a stick, which was a little scary, but fortunately there was still qi and he did not die instantly.

"Oh my God, am I dreaming? As a monk of countless monks' nightmares, the monk of the Lang Evil Hall has suffered one death and injury after another, this has never been seen before, this is really ...... It's a pleasure. One of the monks in the group exclaimed, speaking out to most of the people present.

But in the next breath, the figure of the leader of the five Lang Evil Hall monks disappeared in an instant, and his breath was completely gone, as if he had never existed at all.

Wu Fan's eyes narrowed, and when the five monks of the Lang Evil Hall arrived, he was a little concerned about this person.

After he inflicted a heavy blow on the first Lang Evil Temple, this person did not move, and after that, he wounded and killed the two Lang Evil Temple monks again.

finally aroused this person's concern, so he made a move.

The only explanation is that Wu Fan has shown such combat power that it is worth his shot. Because, he can also do what Wu Fan did just now, and even surpass it, this is what this person thinks in his heart.

As for the life and death of his companions, he completely ignores the murderers like them, and as long as he does no harm to him, he can face it indifferently and stay out of it