Countless aborigines began to dissuade them, hoping that Ling Fan would not be sent to death needlessly.

It's not that everyone looks down on Ling Fan, on the contrary, it is precisely because countless people believe in his natural qualifications and feel that such a person will definitely achieve extraordinary achievements in the future, and hope that he can endure for a while.

Ling Fan couldn't hear everyone's words, even if he could hear them, he would only smile, although tens of millions of people were gone!

People are sometimes so persistent, knowing that they may lose to their opponents, knowing that they may die because of it, but they will still risk their lives to protect what is important to them!

Just like Ling Fan, at this moment, even the divine thunder from the sky could not stop his steps.

Fifty miles away from Qin City, Ling Fan and Erha were rapidly approaching the city.

He regained his energy as he ran, his steps were strong and powerful, and a faint glow appeared on his body, and the scene was very amazing.

For things on the Internet, Ling Fan didn't have time to pay attention, he was adjusting his state and staying at the top.

Quietly, Ling Fan and Erha returned to Qin City.

On top of a tall building, Ling Fan and Erha stood.

"The Qinzun Mansion has been cut in half, and the people in the Senluo Hall are really unscrupulous, if they follow suit, I will definitely demolish the Senluo Palace!"

Ling Fan raised his eyes and looked at a large area of the city, and he learned something about it.

This city is inhabited by people who are very important to him, and this is where Ling Fan grew up from childhood to adulthood.

To become strong is to be able to control your own destiny, and to protect!

When something important to oneself is in crisis, oneself has the ability to solve the crisis, and this is the meaning of becoming stronger!

Standing on the roof of the building facing the cold wind, Ling Fan clenched his fists, and there was a momentum of no turning back in his eyes.

"Erha, let's go. ”

Silently, Ling Fan and Erha scurried between the streets, hiding their figures through the building, and they were secretly approaching the Qin Zun Building.

In a small road, a young couple was loading luggage into the car, and inadvertently saw Ling Fan and Erha flashing by.

"...... that person just now, was it Ling Fan just now?"

The woman standing next to the car asked the people around her.

"Yes, yes, it's really him, he's back!"

The person who was the husband looked at the direction in which Ling Fan and Erha had left, and said excitedly.

"Shall we go then?"

The woman's eyes lit up with hope as she looked at her husband and said.

The man's expression was entangled, very hesitant, and hesitated for a long time, and finally he stomped his foot and said, "No, let's go with us, and take a look at it from a distance." ”

People are reluctant to leave their hometowns if they can, especially in this situation of being forced to flee in desperation.

After Ling Fan and Erha turned around the corner, they could already see the Qin Zun Building from a distance.

The ruins in front of the building were piled up as high as seven or eight stories high, and after a few hours, the smoke and dust had settled.

The ruins are very dilapidated and desolate, and only the remaining half of the tall building still stands strong, as if to express its indomitability.

Ling Fan whispered a few times in Erha's ear, and Erha nodded and ran in the other direction.

And Ling Fan himself, leaning against the wall, quickly approached the Qin Zun Mansion with broken steps.

He approached all the way and found that there were still people on the rooftops of many buildings who were risking their lives to take pictures, which made him stunned.

Five hundred meters.

Three hundred meters.

When he was still a hundred meters away from Qin Zun Mansion, there was no cover left to go forward, and Ling Fan stayed in the shadow of a house.

He glanced around the bound Qin Zun Group and saw that everyone was very depressed, and they couldn't stand under their feet, and they kept shaking back and forth.

He saw Yi Xiaohuan standing in the crowd with his head slightly drooping, and he couldn't see his eyes, but he could see his lips pursed tightly, pale and dry.

When he saw Si Yuning, tears hung in the corners of his eyes but did not fall, he tilted his head, stubborn and strong.

He saw the bald head and the fat wave, the bald head looked at Sikong with angry eyes, his bloodless face was full of resentment, and his mouth kept babbling, as if he was cursing something.

The people of the Qin Zun Group were terrified in their hearts, but they did not give in, and none of them begged for mercy.

Then, Ling Fan glanced coldly at Sikong Xuan sitting on the ruins.

"People are not ghosts, ghosts are not ghosts!"

He didn't dare to stare directly at it, for fear that the other party would be able to perceive it, and it would be a big deal.

At this moment, Sikong Duan just stood up, he lost his patience a little, stretched out, stretched out his fingers like chicken feet, and played with all the black fog like playing a guitar.

When he landed, the black mist couldn't stop beating, and the people of the Qin Zun Group who were pulling it were tortured unspeakably, and hundreds of people fell to the ground, and their bodies twisted and wailed.

"Ahh

"You're going to hell!"

"Ling Fan will help us get revenge!"

People cursed, only in this way can they vent a little pain in the flesh.

Yi Xiaohuan fell to the ground in pain, however, at the moment when she unyieldingly looked up at Sikong Xuan, she found that there was a figure a hundred meters behind Sikong Xuan.

"Delusion?"

Yi Xiaohuan didn't dare or want to believe it, she held back the pain all over her body and concentrated her eyes.

"Really...... It's really him!"

Her heart shook wildly, Ling Fan came, not far away.

Yi Xiaohuan looked at Ling Fan, Ling Fan was staring intently at Sikong Xuan, he was looking for an opportunity.

"It's so boring, that kid is too timid to come. It's better to kill you, and I'll go to him again." ”

Sikong shook his black robe, and the black air was steaming, as if countless unjust souls were crying.

Yi Xiaohuan knelt on one knee and stood up, a little hoarse voice roared: "Sikong Xuan, Ling Fan will definitely come!

Everyone lying on the ground was puzzled, why Yi Xiaohuan, who had always been calm, was suddenly so abnormal.

Yi Xiaohuan is creating opportunities for Ling Fan.

Sikong Xuan sneered, pointed at Yi Xiaohuan, and just about to say something, he suddenly gave birth to a warning sign.

He felt a sharp aura burst out from behind him, and the laughter he had just let out suddenly stopped, and he turned sharply.

From this breath, Sikong Xuan could tell that the person was only in the Transformation Realm, but the intensity of the aura was unusual, which made him feel a little threatened.

"Who dares to do anything bad to me!"

He turned around and didn't look at it, and raised his hand in the direction he sensed it was a blow.

A black energy shot out, as thick as a bucket, and hundreds of unjust souls in the energy were roaring, making a sharp sound.

The person who came was naturally Ling Fan, and the moment Yi Xiaohuan drew Sikong's attention for him, he began to brew.

His hair was blown by the aura he emanated, and an explosive force was released in his body, just ready for the moment of rushing out.

True - Qinglong out of the sea boxing.

The green dragon was wrapped around his arms, raising a fierce momentum, and the position of the dragon's head was exactly where the fist was.

A green dragon phantom appeared above his head, and the dragon's head hung a foot above Ling Fan's head, and he followed Ling Fan step by step.

"It's a matter of time, I want your dog's life!"