Chapter 168: 100 Beheadings

(Brothers, I'm sorry, I have a cold, I have a headache, and I'm only writing the third chapter now)

Killing, constant killing, either you die or I die.

Running for his life, constantly running for his life, this is the only thing Xuan Hao can do, where Lin Fan is, Xuan Hao will definitely not leave ten zhang away, ten zhang is the safest place, even if someone kills him, Lin Fan can react to save himself.

In this world, there is no affection, no love, no friendship, there is only killing.

Relentless killing.

Death, staged all the time, killing, all the time, either you kill someone else, or you are killed by someone else, there is no other result.

In just half an hour, Lin Fan completed the goal of ten people.

In fact, these people were all sent to the door to kill Lin Fan by themselves, and in the end they were killed by Lin Fan, and the martial artists who died in Lin Fan's hands ranged from the early stage of the Tongming Realm to the early stage of the Spirit Void Realm, in short, no one could block Lin Fan's punch, all of them were killed with one move.

This is the world of killing, there is no fighting, only killing, and you must kill with one hit.

When he completed the Ten People Slash, the imprint in his mind flickered, prompting him to leave the twenty-seventh floor, or continue to move towards the next goal and complete the Hundred People Slash, if it was Xuan Hao, he didn't want to choose to leave here, like the person before, he didn't want to stay here for a second.

Lin Fan's choice was to continue to complete the 100-person slash.

It's not for the rich reward, it's full of temptation for others, and for Lin Fan, it's just a pile of garbage.

By the time Lin Fan completed the beheading of ten people, dozens of people had already died in the hands of Xiu Xuan, this guy was an out-and-out executioner, he was an arrogant Shura clan, he was a cold-blooded and ruthless Shura clan, in his eyes, except for Lin Fan, he could kill anyone.

Without any worries, let go and kill.

The battle body of the Shura clan is already strong, perhaps, the Shura Road is specially for the Shura clan, it is what they use to train their battle body, and the advantages of the Shura clan in the Shura Road are fully reflected.

Cultivation is like a bloody killing god, constantly reaping the lives of others.

Soon, a few masters noticed Xiu Annihilation, and wanted to join forces to remove this threat, and attack Xiu Xuan together, but the result was very tragic, even if the three of them joined forces, they were not Xiu Annihilation's opponents, and they were killed by Xiu Xuan under the knife.

Xuan Hao couldn't help but be surprised, "Damn, this guy is so powerful"

Qianyue also showed a shocked expression, Xiu Xuan is so powerful, maybe he was still a little confident that he could defeat Xiu Xuan before, but now, after seeing the strength of Xiu Xuan and killing, there was a trace of fear in his heart, this person was very dangerous, and there was only killing in his eyes.

At this time, Qianyue also completed his own ten-person beheading.

Before that, Qianyue gave people the feeling that they were all gentle and elegant, very similar to the temperament of that kind of literati, and they had nothing to do with killing.

But at this moment, Qianyue's breath was already contaminated with a trace of murderous aura.

Sue others, he has killed people, and he is not alone, and killing creates murderous spirit.

This is the necessary journey for the warrior to embark on the road of the strong, and the road of the strong must be filled with countless corpses, and he must learn to kill, otherwise, it will be difficult to survive in this world.

Without hesitation, like Lin Fan, Qianyue chose to continue walking and complete the beheading of 100 people.

Xuan Hao roared in his heart, leave me one, let me complete the ten people slashing, you play yours, I don't want to stay in this place to escape, it's too dangerous, this is not the place I should stay at all.

However, no one can hear Xuan Hao's heart.

From the beginning of entering the end of the sky, it can be said that Xuan Hao's life is the most tragic experience, since he was selected by Tianjizi and accepted as an apprentice, he is called a comfortable, smooth sailing, no one dares to offend, but now, in the past few months, he has been chased and killed several times, and he has been almost poisoned.

The entire twenty-seventh floor was filled with a breath of blood, and the earth was dyed blood-red.

"Kill"

Lin Fan fell down for the first time, before this, he had always been passive, it was others who came to kill him, he only shot to kill others, and now, Lin Fan finally took the initiative to make a move.

The opponent, at the peak of the Qiankun Realm, was suppressed by the true qi, and the strength that could be exerted was less than that of the Tongming Realm.

With just one punch, the armor shattered, the long sword broke into sections and scattered on the ground, and the fist bombarded its heart, and the power spread to its internal organs with this punch.

"Poof"

A mouthful of blood spat out, with a hint of dryness in his eyes, and fell to the ground.

The gray mark was devoured, Lin Fan was beheading someone, there was no pity in his eyes, there was no denial, some were just ruthless, ruthless and cold-blooded when killing the world, only in this way could he live.

"Broken"

With a loud shout, his right fist was clenched, and a punch bombarded out, and the fist wind spread in all directions, forming layers of waves, and the fist was as hard as steel, bending the opponent's iron rod down, and the fist bombarded the body.

Another person fell under Lin Fan's fist, and the realm was at the peak of the Spirit Void Realm.

There is no true qi, some are just hand-to-hand combat, at this moment, is the time to embody the fighting instinct, this is the real battle, only in this kind of battle, can you continue to improve yourself.

One punch, another punch.

Fall down, then fall another.

The number of martial artists who died in Lin Fan's hands continued to increase, and there were already half a hundred, and the goal of killing 100 people had already been half completed, and at this moment, a trace of crisis flashed between Lin Fan's minds.

The sword light flashed, and the three-foot long sword stabbed at Lin Fan's chest.

Without hesitation, he moved under his feet, dodged this sword, and looked at the shiny long sword, Lin Fan's eyes couldn't help but flash a trace of surprise, this long sword turned out to be a heaven-level divine weapon, this person had a heaven-level divine weapon in his hand at a young age, and he was definitely not a disciple of the Eastern Continent Sect, Lin Fan was physically strong, but he didn't dare to drink the heaven-level divine weapon to resist.

The young man said coldly, "Boy, you are very good, I will use you to sacrifice my hundred people."

"100 Kills"

Lin Fan was stunned in his heart, in such a short period of time, this person had completed the killing of a hundred people, his strength was self-evident, very powerful, and the sense of crisis just now came from him.

After looking at it fixedly, he couldn't help but nodded.

This person's age will definitely not exceed thirty, even if he has a fixed face pill, he can maintain his appearance, but the rebelliousness in his eyes cannot be concealed, and there is also the pride that young people have, this person will never be too old, at this age, in order to reach the peak of the spiritual void realm, this is a peerless genius.

The young talents of the Tianwu Continent are really not comparable to the Eastern Continent.

If you pop up like this, you can kill all the geniuses in the Eastern Continent in seconds, even if you are a disciple of the empire, the strongest talent is only the Qiankun Realm, and in front of the martial artists of the Spirit Void Realm, you are a scumbag.

"Interesting" a smile flashed in Lin Fan's eyes

"I have been observing you for a long time, your fist strength is very strong, your strength is very strong, and you are qualified to be the hundredth sword soul of my Dongfang Rising Sun, so as to sacrifice my hundred people" Dongfang Rising Sun said coldly

What is pride, this is pride.

Dongfang Rising Sun has already completed the ninety-nine slashes, as long as he kills one more person, he can complete the hundred slashes, but he didn't do that, for him, to sacrifice his hundred people with the blood of ordinary people, it is an insult to him, only a powerful genius is qualified to become his hundredth opponent.

The others are not even qualified to die at his hands.

Who is he? He is the Tianjiao of the four ancient families, the Rising Sun of the East, who is called the most promising genius of the Dongfang family by the ancestor of the Tongshen Realm, and who has broken through to the Tongshen Realm within a thousand years, this is his pride.

It was this pride that made him focus on Lin Fan.

Lin Fan smiled and said, "Your words are very interesting, you must be the proud son of the Oriental Family among the four ancient families! It is remarkable to be able to cultivate to such strength at this age."

Lin Fan's words made Dongfang Rising Sun a little unbearable, and this tone was clearly what the elders said to the juniors.

"Boom"

The divine sword in his hand emitted a sword sound, pointing directly at Lin Fan, the divine sword was smooth all over, exuding a trace of cold light, even though it killed ninety-nine people, it did not leave a trace of blood on it, this is the real divine sword.

"As the hundredth person to die at my hands, you are entitled to let me know your name"

"Damn" Lin Fan scolded in his heart, you must also have a limit to pretend to be 13, you can't pretend to be so infinite, you will be struck by lightning, can you restrain a little, what is Lao Tzu qualified to die in your hands, what is Lao Tzu qualified to let you know my name.

Angry, Lin Fan was angry, it was really an uncle who could bear it and an aunt who couldn't bear it.

"Tiangang Thirty-six Fists, Tiangang Fists"

Without a trace of true qi, with the strength of his body, he played this extremely strong and fierce fist, and went straight to the middle gate of Dongfang Rising Sun, seeing this punch coming, Dongfang Rising Sun always had a confident smile on his face.

"Good time"

With a whistling sword roar, the long sword in his hand pulled out a sword flower and stabbed out.

Dongfang Rising Sun really deserves to be the peerless genius of the Dongfang family, this sword has already touched the edge of a trace of swordsmanship, and it has begun to break away from the foundation of sword moves.

He understands swords, but Lin Fan knows swords better than him.

The trajectory of this sword, Lin Fan has long been aware of it, the fist wind turned, the fist bombarded the sword body, blocking the long sword, the body twisted, the power was transmitted from the foot along the waist to the left hand, the power was condensed in one finger, and the finger that could break the gold and gravel pointed to the throat of the Eastern Rising Sun.

"What"

Dongfang Rising Sun was startled, and the sword in his right hand turned around, and the hilt of the sword was blocked at the throat.

The right foot took a half step back, avoiding the edge of Lin Fan's fingers, holding the sword with both hands, stabbing forward, and in an instant, he entered the realm of the unity of man and sword, and the long sword exuded a sword glow.

In the case of being sealed out of true qi, this sword can still emit sword light, which is worthy of being a heaven-level divine weapon.

The sword came in the blink of an eye and stabbed Lin Fan's chest, Lin Fan's body reacted instantly, leaned back, the sword grazed his chest and stabbed it, Dongfang Rising Sun held the sword and stabbed down,

With a step on the right foot, the power rebounds and takes a few steps back.