The quicksand storm swept over crazily. At this moment, it seemed that the entire world had been filled with quicksand, and everything that entered the eye was covered in darkness.
The violent pressure and terrifying killing power caused the expressions of the more than 200 monks to change wildly.
None of them thought that Wang Fan actually controlled such a powerful Liusha martial arts. If they had known this earlier, they would never have chosen to ambush Wang Fan at Liusha River.
It's a pity that there is no if in this world.
"Fight!"
"Kill!"
"Even if it means death, we must kill him!"
After a brief moment of sluggishness, everyone came back to their senses.
They roared again, desperately burning their essence and blood, and launched a frantic attack on the quicksand that filled the sky.
Only by defeating the quicksand that filled the sky, and only by blocking the quicksand that filled the sky, could they have a chance to kill Wang Fan. Otherwise, everything would be meaningless.
However, how easy is it for them to block the storm of quicksand that fills the sky?
The reason why they were able to block it before was because they had the upper hand and launched the attack first, and the last quicksand storm was far less terrifying than this one, so they were able to block it.
But now, facing Wang Fan who has the upper hand, and facing the quicksand storm that is many times more terrifying than the last time, how can they stop it?
Boom boom boom boom!
Amidst a burst of explosions, the offensive they launched could not stop the quicksand storm for even half a breath, and was completely torn apart.
The quicksand storm continued to roll in like a raging ocean wave, and soon it was flying above their heads.
Then, like huge axes, they fell crazily from above their heads.
Tsk tsk tsk!
Blood splattered and flesh flew everywhere. In just a short moment, countless people were hit by the giant ax formed by the quicksand and died directly.
When the quicksand in the sky dissipated, among the more than two hundred people,
There are less than fifty people left alive.
Even among those fifty people, at least thirty people have been seriously injured and have lost their combat effectiveness. In other words, only a dozen or so of them still have combat effectiveness.
These people all stared blankly at the scene in front of them, their expressions dead.
They never thought that there were still people who could remain undefeated when facing more than 300 masters of the same level.
No, that's not right, this is not staying undefeated at all, but not only not dying, but also killing more than 90% of the people.
This kind of terrifying combat power, let alone their low-level domain, even the mid-level domain, or even the high-level domain, I'm afraid they can't find one, right?
Fear spread in their hearts, and at this time they had completely lost their fighting spirit.
More than 300 people couldn't kill Wang Fan. With just a dozen of them, it would be even more of a dream to kill Wang Fan.
Even though Wang Fan looked very weak at this time and seemed to be at the end of his strength, they no longer had the courage to fight.
Wang Fan was indeed at the end of his strength. At this time, his face was pale, his body was covered with blood, and his breath was extremely weak.
Although the Falling Ax was powerful, the consumption on him was also extremely huge. If he hadn't had a strong foundation, he might not have been able to withstand the consumption. Even so, he still almost suffered a backlash.
In Wang Fan's eyes, the consumption of the Falling Ax is second only to his Killing Spear.
These people lost their fighting spirit and the courage to fight, but Wang Fan still had no intention of letting them go.
When Wang Fan saw the tragic end of Yue Hongyi Mancheng and the two of them, he already had murderous intentions towards all of them.
How could he vent the anger in his heart without killing them all?
"Death!" came another low roar.
Out, the red ax in Wang Fan's hand was raised again, and he struck out wildly.
The dozen or so people looked at this scene and their expressions changed drastically in an instant.
"No, don't!"
"Do not kill me!"
Their hearts were trembling with fear, and they couldn't help but frantically begging for mercy.
The quicksand storm before was so terrifying that they were completely frightened from the bottom of their hearts and did not dare to face it a second time.
However, Wang Fan didn't pay attention to them at all, and still burned his blood essence crazily, and used the red ax to kill them.
The violent killing force swept across, and the dozen or so people quickly felt that something was wrong.
They only saw the ax blast out and felt the killing power of the ax. They did not see the quicksand being rolled up at all.
No, no, this is not a quicksand storm, it is just an ordinary axe. But they were already frightened by the quicksand storm, so when Wang Fan launched the axe, they subconsciously thought it was a quicksand storm.
Unfortunately, they woke up too late.
Amidst a burst of chi chi chi sounds, seven or eight of the dozen or so people were immediately swept away again, and died completely as the blood mist sprayed out.
When the other ten people saw this, their expressions couldn't help but change violently.
"Fight, let's fight with him. Since he won't give us a way to live, let's die together!" One of them roared and at the same time, the whole person backed up crazily.
Not only him, but also six people retreated crazily, and only four people stupidly rushed towards Wang Fan.
A sneer appeared at the corner of Wang Fan's lips, he swallowed several pills again, forcibly gathered the spiritual energy in his body, and blasted out with another axe.
However, the targets of his attack were not the four monks who rushed towards him, but the seven fleeing monks.
Boom boom boom boom!
There was another series of loud noises, and five of the seven people who fled immediately
They died tragically, and only two of them escaped the blow.
If these five people were not running away desperately and had no intention of fighting or resisting at all, Wang Fan would not be able to kill the five of them with one blow of his axe.
Despite this, after he killed the five people, he couldn't help but staggered, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
At this time, the four people who rushed towards Wang Fan had already launched an attack on Wang Fan.
Four blades of light swept toward Wang Fan crazily. Wang Fan only had time to dodge three of them before he was struck in the chest by the fourth one.
The red blood spurted out, and Wang Fan couldn't bear it anymore and fell to the ground.
Seeing this scene, both the four people and the two who stopped running were stunned at first, and then overjoyed.
At this moment, Wang Fan looked really desperate. The seven of them swarmed up and it was entirely possible to kill Wang Fan.
When they thought of being able to kill Wang Fan, they couldn't help but become excited.
You know, Wang Fan is a person who cannot even catch the eight major sects and is helpless.
If they can kill Wang Fan, it will be such an honor. Even if they return to the sect, there will be many rewards.
In addition, Wang Fan is so defiant that he must have many secrets in his body. Not to mention anything else, just the quicksand storm martial arts before was enough to make their hearts beat wildly.
Thinking of this, they were even more excited!
"Kill this scum!"
"This scum wantonly slaughtered the monks of our eight major sects. His crimes are heinous. Come together and kill him!"
"You beast, you actually killed so many of us. If I didn't tear out your bones, extract your soul, burn your skin and burn your tendons, I would be a monk in vain!"
"kill!"
After the excitement, the seven people shouted loud slogans, frantically activated the few spiritual energy in their bodies, and rushed towards Wang Fan like wolves and tigers.
This chapter has been completed!