The snow-white sword and Tang Fan merged into one, spinning towards the crowd, like a tornado, exuding destructive power that changed the color of the world, and instantly stirred up a blood mist.
In the blood mist, Tang Fan turned into an afterimage and cut off the head of an opponent.
Opponents died one after another, and the blood mist spread one after another. Tang Fan seemed to be bathing in a sea of blood, and even his hair was dyed red.
There was a river of blood in the courtyard, and the evil spirit was overwhelming.
Tang Fan still felt that this speed was too slow, so he simply threw the flying sword again. The sword array showed its power and flashed with cold light, cooperating with him to kill.
"Come on, get up and wrap him around!"
Su Hao commanded frantically. After speaking, he stretched out his hand to touch Mo Yan's cold cheek and sneered: "I want you to watch his blood bleed dry and exhaust your strength, and then let all the men here torture him.
Just like he tortured me back then!"
"You're dreaming!"
Mo Yan gritted her teeth and looked at Su Hao, and said coldly: "You are no match for him, no one knows how powerful he is!"
"Really? Then I'll let you see it!"
Su Hao waved his hand, and ten more masters jumped into the battle, all of them were in the early stage of King Wu.
"Boy, do you think there is no one in my Su family?"
One of them jumped into the air, holding a long knife in his hand, and slashed towards Tang Fan's neck.
As soon as Tang Fan dodged, opponents from all directions attacked simultaneously, and all kinds of weapons surrounded him with murderous intent.
No matter how fast Tang Fan moved, there was nowhere to hide.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of cuts were made on his body, blood gushed out like arrows, and it was extremely miserable.
"Tang Fan, let's go, let's go..."
Mo Yan's heart ached like a knife, she clenched her fists so hard that her nails dug into her flesh without even realizing it.
"Do you think you can kill me like this?"
Tang Fan ignored the pain on his body and punched twice with all his strength.
"Broken Wind!"
"thunderbolt!"
The fist light shot up into the sky and enveloped several people. With a bang, their bodies were smashed into pieces by the huge fist.
"kill!"
The crowd just paused for a moment and attacked again.
This kind of encirclement and suppression does not need to be repeated many times. As long as there are two more times, I am afraid that Tang Fan will really bleed out.
They were sacrificing their lives to consume Tang Fan's combat power.
"childish!"
Tang Fan flew up, blood splashing everywhere.
He was like a bloody man, stretching out his bleeding fingers and pointing out quickly to those masters in the Martial King realm.
Everyone was stunned, thinking he had used some magic, but nothing seemed to appear in front of them.
But in the air that they couldn't see with their naked eyes, countless black threads penetrated into the minds of those martial arts masters.
By the time they noticed the anomaly, it was already too late. After a brief period of confusion, Tang Fan secretly issued the order.
"kill!"
These people were like crazy, killing their companions one after another.
They have lost consciousness and only know how to kill everyone in front of them.
The scene was in chaos, and Tang Fan withdrew from the world and watched coldly as they killed each other.
Just now, despite being seriously injured, he activated a large number of Yin Talisman just for the sake of control at this moment.
A smile finally appeared on Mo Yan's face, and she knew that Tang Fan would not die so easily.
"Idiot, what are you doing, stop it!"
Su Hao was so anxious that he thought of many possibilities, but he didn't expect that these experts would betray him.
Tang Fan has long been accustomed to learning and comprehending in battles. He controls masters at the Martial King Realm, and there is no need for him to take action here anymore.
"You...what did you do!"
Su Hao looked at Tang Fan stupidly, once again shocked by his strength.
He had endured it for so many days, and thought he had learned a lot about Tang Fan, but he was still not even close.
Tang Fan smiled coldly, took out the elixir and drank it. Without enough time to heal his wounds, he jumped up to the second floor and headed straight for Su Hao.
"boom!"
Suddenly, a gunshot sounded in the air, and a bullet headed straight for Tang Fan.
"Hmph, do you think I'm defenseless?"
At the same time as the gunshot sounded, Tang Fan had already changed direction.
At the same time, he threw the flying sword towards the roof of the building on the left.
He had already seen the sniper on the roof of the building, but he just pretended not to know.
"impossible!"
The sniper watched helplessly as Tang Fan dodged the bullet, but before he could fire his second shot, a cold light flew over and pierced his throat.
"Speaking of which, I also want to thank you for helping me injure An Xiuhai last time!"
Tang Fan looked at Su Hao and jumped into the air again.
"Boy, do you really think there are no experts in our Su family?"
There was a cold snort, and an old man in red robe suddenly flew out from behind the villa.
He was floating steadily in the air, looking at Tang Fan proudly.
The real master of flying in the sky, he is a foundation-building monk!
"You're finally out!"
Tang Fan was not surprised at all. He had already guessed that the big family had more than that.
“You’re just a person with Qi Condensation cultivation, but you dare to be so arrogant here!”
The old man's cultivation was instantly released, and a majestic force spurted out. The indescribable pressure made Tang Fan's heart sink.
The Qi Condensing monk's Dantian Qi is like flowing spring water, circulating in the body.
The foundation-building monks have formed a stable spiritual platform, and the true energy is vast, no longer flowing like spring water, standing still.
It seems as if it is inexhaustible and inexhaustible.
Tang Fan endured the huge pressure and studied this person's body, and his understanding of the foundation building stage increased a lot.
When the old man saw that Tang Fan was silent, he thought he was being suppressed by his own aura. With a proud look on his face, he stretched out his hand and pointed at Tang Fan.
Under this finger, the space was distorted, and a huge finger appeared in the sky, pointing directly at Tang Fan's chest.
Tang Fan immediately used Qiankun Step to get out of the way. At the same time, he took out a black triangular flag from his storage bag and threw it into the air.
The lightning flashed across the flag, heading straight for the huge finger.
Amidst the roar, Tang Fan was so shocked that he vomited blood and retreated quickly.
And the triangular flag was shattered by the shock, completely losing its power.
"You are too weak!"
The old man floated in mid-air, with a look of contempt on his face. He slowly stepped forward, raised his palm and waved lightly, and a fire dragon was instantly formed, with the intention of destroying it, approaching Tang Fan.
"So what about foundation building!"
Tang Fan gritted his teeth and waved his palm as well.
"Thousands of chariots are like the palm of the sun!"
A huge handprint appeared out of thin air, holding a fiery red sun and colliding with the fire dragon.
The roar shocked all directions, the earth trembled, and Tang Fan's bloody clothes were cut into rags by the force of the explosion.
His skin was torn and there was no good spot anywhere on his body.
Looking at the old man again, although he was also shaken back, he was not seriously injured.
"Tang Fan!"
Mo Yan shed tears and shouted at the top of her lungs.
"I'm fine!"
Tang Fan wiped the corners of his mouth, with a strong fighting spirit exuding on his face.
He is confident that as long as he survives this battle, his cultivation level will improve.
The stronger the whetstone, the sharper it will be sharpened.
"Your technique is good, but it's a pity that your cultivation is too weak!"
The old man shook his head, stretched out his hand to grab it, and an illusory claw appeared in front of him.
It moved very fast, turned into an afterimage, and fiercely grabbed Tang Fan from the top of his head.
"You... what a pity!"
The old man sighed, at Tang Fan's age, he could achieve such a level of cultivation, but given time, his achievements would be unimaginable.
But, he has no chance!
"Um?"
The old man was suddenly stunned for a moment, and saw a white light rising from Tang Fan's hand into the sky, covering him with force, and the claw was actually blocked.
"Foundation-building monk, so what!"
Tang Fan smiled ferociously, and with a strong wave, the white light went straight towards the old man!