Wei Er's eyes showed confusion and he laughed loudly: "I didn't expect that someone would still remember my name after I disappeared for so long."

His eyes turned cold, staring at the Confucian Sect Hall and other forces, and said grimly: "I have made more than ten thousand puppets in my life, but I have never killed anyone innocently, but because of the forces like you, I estimate that after my power increases, I will treat you and your status. It caused influence, so he carried out the massacre. All three thousand members of my family died except me, and they hid in the Meteor God Sea for hundreds of years. This is a deep hatred."

Lin Fan looked at Wei Er, it turned out that this guy was really a person before.

But, since he was so powerful a hundred years ago, why was he easily conquered?

I'm a little confused.

The expressions of the people from the Confucian Gate Hall and other palace-level forces changed drastically.

More than a hundred years ago was too far away for them, but that past event was also recorded in books, and they all knew it.

At this time, you unexpectedly met a powerful person from a hundred years ago.

Wei Er wanted to speak, but Lin Fan shuddered and said coldly: "Why are you talking so much? Hurry up and do things."

Wei Er, who had made everyone jealous and frightened just now, immediately apologized. Moreover, he held the puppet seal in his hand, and his mental power spread away. The two puppets that had invaded the void stepped out, and a monstrous force erupted.

"Void magic puppet!"

Everyone took a breath of cold air.

They all know how powerful puppets are.

These two virtual magic puppets can at least drag four or five virtual magic masters from the same realm into a fight.

There is no way to stop their attacks except to smash them to pieces.

"kill!"

Lin Fan's tongue bursts with spring thunder.

These people have been given a chance, but since they don't want to give up, they will kill them.

Wu Jian and others also followed behind Lin Fan and forced him to kill Qingshan.

These people were all crazy and killed until their eyes were blood red.

Just because, at this time, the balance of the battle was tilted towards them. From being suppressed and beaten at the beginning to the current counterattack, what kind of change was this?

Just because, the young man who was charging at the front and moving forward with all his strength turned everything around one by one.

Clothes!

This is how everyone evaluates Lin Fan.

Confucianism Palace and other forces also rushed towards Lin Fan and the others, without any mercy.

When there is no way out, Lin Fan, or the madman from a hundred years ago, has a mortal enemy with himself and others, and there is no other way out except fighting.

But it didn't work at all. They were no longer Lin Fan's opponents. Lin Fan and the two puppets were too powerful.

Under the control of Wei Er, the two virtual magic puppets approached the middle-level virtual magic masters. Their arrogant fighting methods made the two virtual magic middle-level masters roar again and again, but there was no way to get rid of them.

The rest of the middle-level virtual magic masters were unable to stop Lin Fan, who was flying away from the battlefield to fight like lightning. All the masters were chopped down from the sky by Lin Fan.

But at this moment, Wei Er smiled maliciously, and a puppet that was furiously fighting for a middle-level virtual magic master suddenly stopped. At the same time, a first-level virtual magic master from the Spirit Snake Palace flashed in his eyes. Confused, after a moment, the confusion in his eyes was replaced by numbness, and the soldier in his hand slashed to the left, directly killing a strong man who was being driven into danger by Lin Fan in two halves, and then was hit by the Tongtian Cauldron between his eyebrows. , kill him.

"roar!"

A strong man in the middle-level virtual method who was entangled roared. The one who died was one of his seven disciples, and the culprit who caused his disciple to be killed was another of his disciples.

My heart aches like a knife.

But that wasn't the end of it. The master of virtual magic who was controlled by the Spirit Snake Palace actually raised his butcher knife and rushed towards him.

"Traitor!"

The middle-level expert of Xufa almost got angry and vomited blood.

Although he knew that his apprentice was under control, it was really unpleasant to see him raise a knife towards him.

Similar situations appeared in various forms among the various forces participating in the war.

On the battlefield, roars and roars could be heard from time to time.

The battlefield is in chaos.

On the Qingshan side, there is no fighting spirit at all.

The tide is over.

Despair flashed in Qingshan's eyes.

Really, it's over.

"retreat!"

The middle-level virtual magic masters from Spirit Snake Hall and Confucian Gate Hall spoke out one after another.

There's no need to keep fighting.

As the battle continues, they will just be killed mercilessly.

Their cultivation is indeed the best in the field, but if Lin Fan and others gather everyone's strength to surround and kill these top experts after ruthlessly cleaning up everything, they will also die.

He only came to help Qingshan out of profit and self-danger, and there was no need to put himself and others into a certain death situation.

The first force retreated, and the second soon followed. In just an instant, all the forces who came here to help Qingshan retreated one by one.

Lin Fan did not give the order to pursue him. At this time, it was best to deal with Qingshan.

Many powerful men in the Sword Saint Palace looked at Lin Fan and the others who had surrounded them with fearful expressions, their souls trembling and their bodies trembling.

That puppet looked like the God of Death, looking at them with numb eyes, eyeballs like black holes, breathtaking.

There is also Ping Shanhai who is twisting the sword handed down from the Sword Master Palace. He has been designated as the hero only for the palace master since he was born. His eyes are so gloomy.

There was also Lin Fan, who was sitting cross-legged on the cauldron, overlooking them.

It's over.

This is what everyone is thinking.

"Qingshan, what else can you say?" Wu Jian twisted his sword and pointed diagonally at Qingshan.

"Haha...haha...ahahaha..." Qingshan laughed like crazy.

"I was defeated, but not by your hands. If you didn't have Lin Fan's help, you would have been killed hundreds of times by me." Qingshan laughed wildly.

He pointed at Lin Fan: "Lin Fan, if you are willing to help me ascend to the position of palace master, I am willing to share everything in the Sword Saint Palace with you."

Lin Fan just looked at him indifferently and said nothing.

Wu Jian chuckled: "Sword Saint Palace? Do you think I really care about that position? I just want to get back what I deserve. You, the situation is too small."

Li Guang actually smiled at this time. After he and Wu Jian looked at each other, he raised his head and looked at Lin Fan on top of the cauldron.

Are mere clans, palaces, etc. really in their eyes?

I think of the accidental words of the young man above when I was in the various continents. That is the goal that men should pursue in life.

Qing Shi's face was full of ferociousness.

His greatest wish in this life is to be the palace master, but in the eyes of Ping Shanhai, who he has regarded as his only competitor since childhood, he is so dismissive?

Lin Fan looked down at this moment and said indifferently: "Why bother to say more? He himself said that he will kill all the winners and losers without hesitation?"

Wu Jian shook his head, smiled, and pointed at Qing Shi: "I'll give you another chance to have a fair fight with me, do you dare?"

Lin Fan raised his eyebrows slightly, but said nothing.

He had already seen that Qingshan was no match for him without a sword. If the two of them fought against each other, Qingshan would definitely die within a hundred moves.

Qingshan was startled for a moment, then laughed loudly: "You want to die, how can I not respond?"
Chapter completed!