But at this moment, Meng Fan raised his hand and pointed it. The shā  shou felt like a wall suddenly appeared behind him, stopping him and unable to retreat. Recommended: The new work of the great master Moxiang Pisces "The Age of Collapse" http://www./2_2839/

At the same time, Meng Fan swung his fingers as he pinched the sword and the sword shot back with a "swoosh" and penetrated the forehead of the shā  shou.

The shā who arrived just now looked at Meng Fan, who killed his brother with anger. Although they have received training to erase emotions since childhood, the group of friends around them have been by their side for many years. Even dead objects should have feelings, let alone people.

They stared at Meng Fan angrily, and the dagger in their hands also made an angry sound.

"Kill!" Someone suddenly shouted, and then several people around him came up together.

He rushed forward with a short sword and fought head-on with Meng Fan, creating opportunities for his companions who were holding bi shou so that they could launch a fatal blow from behind.

This is the attack method that this team of shā  shou has practiced for many times. It does not require anyone to speak at all, and they all play their own roles. It can be said that there is no flaw.

There is no match for the Spirit God Realm. Even if a cultivator in the Spirit God Realm is caught in such a siege, he will be overwhelmed and constrained. What's more, there are several black-clothed shā  shou who have never taken action. Meng Fan could clearly feel that those black-clothed shā  shou were all spiritual god realm cultivators.

Meng Fan was indeed a little surprised that so many spiritual god cultivators appeared in Xiangyang City, but it was not difficult for those major forces to create a group of spiritual god realm deadpools. However, these deadpools rely on medicine to increase their cultivation, which will naturally lose their lifespan, and most of them will not live to be thirty years old.

It can be said that in exchange for short-term powerful power, what they want to give up is often more.

And this team of shā  shou is obviously a deadpool trained by a large force. Each of them has blood stained on their hands, and I don’t know how many innocent lives they have killed.

Meng Fan would not show mercy to these sinful shā  shou, not to mention that their mission tonight was to assassinate the surviving Meng clan members, so Meng Fan could not let them go even more.

A short sword with coldness slashed, stabbed or slashed at Meng Fan, and he was ready to go behind him.

This seemingly unsolvable killing situation was finally broken by Meng Fan's words.

He said: "Kill!"

If it is more than killing, the group of people in front of me may not be as much as Meng Fan killed as Meng Fan. What's more, Meng Fan also has the sword of killing, which can condense killing into a sword, and its power is magnified countless times.

A blood-red three-foot long sword appeared one by one beside Meng Fan, one, two, three, four, one hundred and eight hundred and nine hundred and seventy-one, eight hundred and seventy-two.

A total of 872 blood-red three-foot swords appeared beside Meng Fan, filling the sky around him, Wuyang and Wuyang.

Even the huge moon was covered by a sword, and the moonlight shedding revealed the color and smell of blood.

"kill!"

One word is like a pardon order, and eight hundred and seventy-two blood-colored swords shot towards the black-clothed shā  shou around. Whether they were holding short swords or holding bi  shou, they were attacked by the blood-colored swords, one after another, and fell into a pool of blood.

The black-clothed shā  shou who had stood by and stood aside before were relatively far away and was attacked relatively loosely, so he avoided it very easily.

Eight hundred and seventy-two blood-colored swords were drawn from the killed black-clothed shā  shou and returned to Meng Fan. The number of blood-colored swords around Meng Fan increased again, increasing by twenty-seven, just in line with the number of people who died just now.

Eight hundred and ninety-nine three-foot-long blood-colored swords.

At this time, the black-clothed shā  shou in the Spirit God Realm finally moved. The leader’s scar eyes waved his palm and led the shā  shou to rush up.

This time, unlike just now, this one is the real shā  shou team, and what was just an appetizer.

Thirteen full twelve spiritual god realms shā  shou.

Even if a cultivator in the late stage of the Spirit God Realm encounters, he can only escape.

The attacking techniques of the thirteen spiritual god realms were different from those of the previous black-clothed shā  shou. Instead, they pinched their hands with their hands and used the power of heaven and earth to change into balls of light.

The light ball was covered with thunder, flames, or waves of water. They each had different powers, rolling with terrifying energy, and were pushed forward by the thirteen shā  shou.

Thirteen Spirit God Realm shā  shou, that is, thirteen energy light balls, rushed towards Meng Fan from all directions, wrapped in the terrifying power of heaven and earth, and came like thunder.

Meng Fan glanced at the eyes and found that all directions were covered by these energy light balls, which means there was no way to avoid them and he had to fight with them.

It is undoubtedly impossible to fight against the thirteen people with one person’s strength.

However, Meng Fan wanted to make this impossible thing possible.

He pointed suddenly, and a blood mole appeared on the middle of his eyebrows. The blood swords around him rushed out one by one, colliding with the energy balls one by one.

Scar's eyes showed a sneer, and thirteen shāshou in the spiritual realm attacked together. If this was the case, it would be ridiculous.

But reality made a big joke with him.

I saw a black dot first appeared in the center of the energy light ball, and then the black dot became bigger and bigger, and soon covered the entire energy light ball. After the energy light ball was covered, it exploded with a "wave" and turned into a gorgeous firework in the sky.

After the energy light ball exploded, blood swords rushed out, with so many that it was outrageous.

"Swish, swish, swish"

Countless blood swords pierced the companions beside Scar's eyes and died, leaving blood holes the size of bowls on the body, and the death was terrible.

Scar's legs trembled a little. Although he kept hanging his head on his waist, knowing that he might die at any time, he really thought that death would come, but who would not feel scared. Especially when he saw his companions dying next to him one by one, his death was so ugly.

After a rain of blood swords, all the friends who came with Scar Eye were dead, leaving him alone standing alone, not daring to move forward or run backward.

Meng Fan walked slowly to Shou's body, and said lightly: "This world will never care. Are you moving forward on the shoulders of a giant or a pile of garbage? Are you right?"

Scar's eyes shivered. As a shā shou, he actually felt fearful, which was a phenomenon that had never happened before. It is conceivable how terrifying the killing aura on the boy in front of him was to make him shā shou feel scared.

Meng Fan reached out and took off the jade token on the waist of Scar Eye, put it in front of him and looked at it.

"You are not shāshou sent by the Wu family"
Chapter completed!