Outside the killing chessboard, countless monks subconsciously retreated a few steps back, raising their hands to touch their necks.

A creepy feeling made them shudder and stand upside down.

A scorching fire burst out of Ji Wuwu's beautiful and clear eyes at this time, and his eyes were full of war intent.

The snow-white sword robe of a hundred battles swayed lightly without wind, and the long sword in the slender hand whispered.

In the killing chessboard, an indifferent voice sounded.

"Lin Fan killed twenty opponents."

This made Wang Dong in the hidden mountainside woods stunned, and turned his head to look at the resurrection point behind him.

At this moment, the light flashed in the resurrection point, and the twenty monks with confused faces looked at each other in confusion.

They didn't even know that they had been killed by Lin Fan with a sword.

"Rubbish!"

Wang Dong scolded angrily in his heart, even killing pigs was not so neat, these twenty iron-blooded monks couldn't even be as good as pigs.

He tore the long shirt on his chest, revealing his chest full of scars, raised the long sword in his hand and said to the people behind him: "Lin Fan's cultivation is not extraordinary, he can't resist the sword, I can use the incomparable sword qi to chop it into pulp, hehe, think about the three bee crystals, even if you use self-violence, you must get it!"

Wang Dong's face was excited, his mouth was full of seductive words, and he looked at the monk who was retreating step by step with a bewitching gaze, and asked puzzledly, "TMD, what are you doing retreating?"

One of the monks looked stunned, pointed his finger to the sky, and hurried in all directions.

Wang Dong looked up in the direction the other party was pointing, and his two powerful thighs suddenly trembled, and he roared wildly: "You female horse, why didn't you speak earlier!"

At this time, a mountain rock the size of a house in the sky roared down from the top of the mountain and smashed straight towards Wang Dong's front door.

Lin Fan, who was standing on the top of the mountain, was patting the soil in his hand at this time, looking at the boulder falling at high speed like a meteorite with a pleasant face.

The boulder fell too fast, and it was too late for Wang Dong to find out.

Before he could react, the boulder that fell from the sky pressed him to the ground like an ant.

"Boom"

The impact made the earth tremble, and a cloud of smoke and dust rose like a mushroom cloud.

Countless plants and trees were lifted high, and two broken legs were faintly visible on the top of the smoke and dust, rolling in the air like wheels.

The white light flashed, Wang Dong appeared at the resurrection point, his face was pale and bloodless, he looked at the twenty monks around him and said embarrassedly: "I, Wang Dong, am also resurrected in a vigorous way, how can it be like you and others have not even made a movement."

At this moment, the cold voice in the killing chessboard sounded again.

"Lin Fan is killing like a foundation monk at this time."

"The sword formation, I am the sword edge, you are the sword body, and the breath of my thirty people is gathered into one, even the Jindan monks must avoid its edge!"

Everyone looked at each other and nodded, and the long sword in Wang Dong's hand pointed at Lin Fan on the top of the mountain, and his figure broke through the air.

For a while, in the entire killing chessboard, the sword was like a shocking flood, and dozens of flying rainbows connected with each other in the air to form a hundred-zhang giant sword.

Dozens of foundation building sword cultivators fused with their aura, bringing together the incomparable edge at the tip of the sword.

The big sword is like a swimming dragon, circling around the top of the mountain several times.

The monks who gathered into the sword had gloomy faces, their hands pinched, and their fingers danced like butterflies, leaving countless afterimages on their chests.

Dozens of foundation-building breaths poured through the Baizhang sword body to the long sword in Wang Dong's hand at the tip of the sword.

He smiled fiercely at this time, and pulled his sword like a mountain.

The sword qi that occasionally leaked from the tip of the sword slashed the boulder on the top of the mountain in two.

Bee Crystal, a greedy thought came to the heart of every monk.

Lin Fan looked up at the sky and looked at the giant sword that was constantly swimming in the sky with admiration.

After all, such a magical sword array could fuse the cultivation of many monks into one, and the coercion of leakage alone was almost the same as that of Jindan monks.

The slender sword in Lin Fan's hand danced slowly, "Eighteen Swords of the Breeze".

This is just a sword technique used to practice in the Qi training stage, and at this time, in Lin Fan's hands, it is like a peerless sword technique.

Facing the strong wind on the top of the mountain, the long sword in Lin Fan's hand gradually disappeared, and wisps of swaying wind swayed in his palm like smoke and mist.

Outside the killing chessboard, except for the Yuan Infant Ancestor, even the Jindan monks who were watching were also dignified.

Countless whispers sounded in the streets, and they all seemed to be puzzled by the breeze in Lin Fan's hand.

The ancestor of the green shirt, standing in mid-air, glanced at Ji Wuwu, who was a little puzzled, and said loudly: "Ten thousand years ago, my Flying Immortal Sword Sect, no one did not cultivate this "Qingfeng Eighteen Swords", and five of the ten foundation building monks could comprehend its Qingfeng Sword Intent, but it is a pity that after 10,000 years, only Lin Fan of my Sword Gate comprehended its true meaning, "Qingfeng Eighteen Swords" It is not a fighting technique, but the basis for comprehending the sword intent, although it is said that the breeze in Lin Fan's hand is still very weak, and there is still a gap between the true enlightenment, but this is also very commendable, you still have to practice hard, cultivation is easy to obtain, and the realm is difficult to cultivate!"

The sword pressure above Lin Fan is getting higher and higher, and he will definitely send out a shocking slash in the future, and then this thousand-foot mountain may also be cut off by a sword.

In Lin Fan's knowledge of the sea, on the optimus-like stone pillar, the place inscribed with "Eighteen Swords of the Breeze" has changed from the original (proficiency: three) to (the first glimpse of the doorway).

The super system "Xiao" who appeared on the stone pillar said proudly: "After more than 10,000 simulations, the victory or defeat can be decided in one battle!"

At the same time, Lin Fan knew that there was a perfect set of plans in the sea.

Lin Fan suddenly raised his head at this time, and the frog in his belly was screaming.

He sucked sharply into the sky, and the qi waves in the killing space flew up, and a long wave of qi flowed backwards like a rushing river.

The strong tearing force in the air made the dragon-like greatsword fly down the trajectory with a slight movement.

Wang Dong said with disdain on his face: "This exercise is definitely not owned by the Sword Sect of My Old Mountain, it is simply clumsy, and it is impossible to swallow the sky like a toad."

Feeling that the strength of the sword body had reached the extreme, a brilliant light gathered from the tail of the sword to the tip of the sword.

For a moment, the whole space was filled with rocks floating in the air, and the earth emitted a low sound of depression.

Lin Fan and Wang Dong looked at each other across the air, and both of them invariably showed a triumphant smile.

Wang Dong held the long sword high, leading the people with the sword body like a swimming dragon The moment the brilliance behind him extended to his hand, a sword light of hundreds of zhang slashed down fiercely in the long sword raised high.

The great sun in the sky dimmed in the dazzling sword light, and the entire space seemed to have time stopped, and after the explosion like the sky collapsed, the entire killing space seemed to be split in half by this shocking sky.

At the same time as Wang Dong made his move, Lin Fan squirted the air compressed in his abdomen violently upward.

A hundred-zhang tornado came out of thin air, and Lin Fan said excitedly to himself: "The spark can burn the prairie fire, I don't know what changes will happen to my tornado under the blessing of this sword intent in my hand, let us win or lose here!"

After speaking, the smoky breeze in his hand was suddenly slapped into the hundred-zhang tornado by Lin Fan.

Outside the killing chessboard, countless people held their breath tightly, their eyes glued to the light curtain in the air, as if they were afraid of missing any details.

Lin Fan's actions were even the ancestor of the Yuan Infant who was stunned, and in a blink of an eye, he was overjoyed, Lin Fan's actions were like this, and he couldn't think of any changes.

In the killing space, at the moment when Lin Fan integrated the Qingfeng Sword Intent into the tornado.

"Whew"

An ancient and vicissitudes of life sounded in the tornado that reached the sky, and a wild python with green scales appeared in everyone's eyes.

The python's head soars to the sky, the python's tail is grounded, and the scale armor made of the breeze is lifelike.

The python's head leaked out of its teeth, swallowed the sky with a big mouth, and spit it out in one gulp of the sword light.

Wang Dong's face was stunned at this time, and the entire floating giant sword was in the air.

The eyes of both sides converged on the place where the wind python and the sword light converged.

The dazzling white light burst out in the killing space, and a dazzling light was as bright as fireworks in the night sky.

The entire space was instantly enveloped by an earth-shattering loud noise.

After dozens of breaths, the turbulent space slowly calmed down, and the wind python and sword mangmang disappeared from sight.

Looking at Wang Dong, who burst into laughter in the air, Lin Fan stretched out his white fist and said, "Under one blow, you have exhausted your strength, how can you still be my opponent."

Wang Dong was suspended in the air, and looked at the people behind him who went to the empty building and said sarcastically: "You can't resist the sword, how can you still fly up and fail to fight?" I don't think you and I can be considered a tie, you and I can take our bets in general, you can see it well, as for the identity of the senior brother, we will recognize it."

Lin Fan smiled evilly and said in a low voice: "I have a big appetite, how can I let go of what I have in hand, as for the identity of the senior brother, I think it is better to let the fist speak."

As he spoke, a ball of purple qi rose from Lin Fan's cheeks, and he struck a blow hard in the air with both hands, shouting in his mouth: "Yongzhen Reincarnation Fist."

In the sky above Wang Dong and the others, a light gate with endless flames slowly emerged, and a surging and endless coercion suddenly acted on them.

The crowd, who had barely resisted Edgeworth, let out a strange scream all day long, like a bird with broken wings, spinning and falling down in the air.

At this time, Lin Fan was also sweating profusely, and said with difficulty: "This punch method is really terrible, I can only hit half a punch with all my might."

At a height of hundreds of zhang, Wang Dong and others fell on the top of the mountain.

Blood spurted from the mouth, and bones shattered like powder.

Lin Fan smiled, raised his foot and stepped Wang Dong's head into the hard rock, and his big head suddenly shattered like a rotten melon.

In the killing chessboard, a cold voice said loudly: "Lin Fan is killing like a Jindan monk."

Lin Fan smiled, walked lightly, and stomped the heads of the people who were still struggling on the ground one by one like broken chicken eggs.

"Lin Fan is killing like a baby"

"Lin Fan kills like a monk who breaks the void"

After Lin Fan sent the last monk back to the living point, the killing chessboard was silent for a while before saying in an impassioned voice, "The group is annihilated, Lin Fan is a super immortal!"