Chapter 54: The Battle between the City Lord and the Thousand Husbands

"But, you don't."

His eyes were suddenly as sharp as a sword, and as Pan Shangwu spoke, he raised his hand and slashed in front of him, and an illusory long sword manifested out, which he held and slashed forward, and the space was cut, causing faint ripples and ripples in the space.

"Turning gas into form!" Seeing this, the five monks were shocked and retreated one after another, unwilling to fight against the slashing sword.

Seeing the five people retreating, Pan Shangwu took a step forward, and his figure flashed, and he appeared in front of the five people, raised the illusory long sword in his hand, and slashed downward.

A simple downward chopping action, a sword that didn't seem to exist, but it made the five monks cry bitterly in their hearts, and they were drenched in cold sweat, and they saw not only one sword and one person, but five swords and five people.

Pan Shangwu seemed to have a clone, obviously only one of them raised his sword and slashed it, but in the eyes of everyone, it was five people, five Pan Shangwu, who slashed the sword in his hand against the five monks one by one.

"This person is seriously injured, everyone take out their hole cards, shoot together, and kill him." Someone yelled, holding a hammer in his hand, and smashed it at Pan Shangwu.

When the other four heard this, their eyes flashed lightly, and they had another idea in their hearts, but they also made the same move, their moves were sharp, and their magical powers were even more powerful, almost drowning Pan Shangwu inside.

Boom, boom, boom~!

There were several loud bangs, and the fluctuations from the explosion spread in all directions, and many houses collapsed, reduced to pieces of rubble, and only ruins could be seen.

The killing continued, the dust and mist were dispersed by the rain, and Pan Shangwu stood in the middle of the ruins, his back as tall as a pine, his pale face became more and more pale, and a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

The five monks looked at Pan Shangwu, their faces were a little ugly, and a scar on their chests that was cut by a long sword appeared, which was shocking, judging from the corners of the mouths of the five people who were constantly twitching, the pain in their chests was enough for them to feel.

"If it weren't for the injury, you would have died." Speaking coldly, the black clothes on Pan Shangwu's body looked a little dark in the dark night, so dark that the five monks felt that they were facing the devil.

The evening breeze blew, with a strong smell of blood, and the five monks trembled slightly when they heard this, just as Pan Shangwu said, if it weren't for their injuries, the five of them would have died under his sword.

Without any words, there is no turning back, either you die or I die, the five monks and Pan Shangwu fought together again, and the people who fought bloody around them all subconsciously stayed away from them, unwilling to get too close.

In the air, Chu Fan withdrew his gaze from Pan Shangwu and muttered lightly: "Peep at the void cultivation, even if it is just a breakthrough, it should not be underestimated." ”

"It's a piece of loose sand, and the defeat is decided." Chu Fan's indifferent gaze swept over, and he saw that most of the monks who had taken refuge in the Pan family were in their own formations, and for the people of the Xu family, they were like a plate of scattered sand, and they were vulnerable.

Chu Yun has no suspense here, although he can't win in a short time, but the ending has been foreshadowed by Chu Fan, he slowly got up, his figure fluttered like a ghost in the dark night, and he came to another direction in an instant.

"Although Chu Ping is fierce here, he can't tell the winner in a short period of time." Looking down, he shook his head, and the people below, as if they were not aware of his arrival, the killing became more and more fierce and brutal, and the smell of blood filled the air, and the blood completely stained the ground red.

Without staying here for long, Chu Fan flashed by again and appeared on the battlefield of Ao Xuan, at this moment, for some reason, the two sides stopped fighting, but the blood mist that filled the air, and the red clothes on their bodies, proved how fierce the previous killing was, and the ground was full of corpses.

In the slaughter among the monks, there will be no fallen wailing, either rising up to continue the battle, or being reduced to a corpse, so that the place is calm, calm and terrifying.

The number of people fighting here is the most, if there are mortals here at a glance, it is really difficult to see the end, although Chu Fan is a monk, he can't help but feel a little shocked in his heart.

It was the first time he had seen this kind of engagement, cruel, bloody, and inhumane, all for survival, and in order to survive, he had to fight, and after being seriously wounded, he had to fight.

Even in the end, the spiritual power in the body is lacking, and the body must be used to kill, at this time, the hand is a weapon, even the mouth and teeth can be used as a weapon.

In the center of the battle, there was a place stained with countless blood, but at this moment, this place was vacant by everyone, Ao Xuan stood in the open space with a golden longbow in his hand, and three men stood opposite him, burly and strong.

The three burly men were three of the five thousand-commanders, and at the feet of Ao Xuan, there were two cold corpses, which were also burly men, but their faces were like ashes at the moment, without blood, and there was a hole in the center of their eyebrows, and no blood came out, and their faces were like bloody people, and they couldn't see their true appearance.

Obviously, the two people at Ao Xuan's feet are two of the five thousand commanders, the difference is that they have died at this moment, and they have been killed by Ao Xuan, and this is one of the reasons why the killing has stopped.

The battle between the commander and the lord of the city, they will not intervene, this is a battle that will determine the outcome of this place, no matter which side wins, the outcome of the other side will be doomed.

"Who's next?" The eyes are as sharp as an eagle, even though it is a dark night, people can also see the dark green eyes, arrogant and imposing, strong and authentic.

Stepping on the two commanders, the remaining three, although they wanted to rush forward and kill Ao Xuan, but the three of them knew very well that if they were defeated, it would be equivalent to losing the battle, so they couldn't afford to lose, so they didn't make a move because they were worried, and stood in place, staring at Ao Xuan coldly.

"Don't you dare?" The corners of his mouth hooked slightly, Ao Xuan sneered, and then changed his words: "If you don't want to go alone, you can wait for the three of you to go together, and the city lord will give you this opportunity." ”

The three commanders glanced at each other, their eyes flashed with cruelty, and with a nod, they roared angrily and rushed towards Ao Xuan.

They didn't know how to use magical powers, only the sharp weapons in their hands were glowing with cold light, and there were no moves, they were very simple to slash and slash, and they greeted Ao Xuan.

Even so, the speed of the three commanders was very fast, so Chu Fan, who was watching from the air, couldn't help but squint his eyes and said, "Martial artists only cultivate their physique, I don't know how strong these three people are." ”

When he rushed towards Ao Xuan, the three commanders separated in a fan shape, each rushing towards Ao Xuan from one side, and the big knife in his hand smashed down like a raging wave, slashing at Ao Xuan.

"Knife, so fast!" Seeing this, Chu Fan couldn't help but snort softly, and his heart was even more looking forward to it, because he knew that if Ao Xuan let the three of them go together, he would be sure.

And this time, it was the first time Chu Fan had seen Ao Xuan make a move since he met him.

The cold air rushed towards his face, the knife strength was even more close to his cheeks, and his scalp seemed to be completely tense, Ao Xuan didn't look much different on the surface, he still stood calmly in place, but he was already gathering momentum, his sharp energy was vigorous, and it spread in all directions, setting off a cold wind with the smell of blood.