Whoosh whoosh——
Tufts of black liquid shot out and went straight to the other people.
When those people saw this scene, their expressions changed slightly and they immediately began to retreat.
They were cursing endlessly in their hearts.
Damn it, what is this? Is it poison?
Even though they have cultivated to their level and are no longer afraid of ordinary poisons, they still have to look at who made the poison.
It doesn't seem too much for a person like Wang Fan to have poison in his body that can affect the Xuanjing God.
Wang Fan looked at the few people who retreated suddenly, smiled coldly, jumped up, and punched one of them.
What he spilled just now was indeed poison, and it was given to him by the original Yao Ling'er.
However, the effect of the poison on the late-stage Xuanjing Shen is basically insignificant and will not have much impact.
He never expected that those poisons could bring down these people.
All he wants is to interrupt a few people's attacks and create opportunities for himself.
Wang Fan punched out with a loud bang, the wind of the fist blasted the air, and the void shook.
When the monk saw this scene, his complexion changed drastically in an instant, the divine energy in his body exploded, and he hurriedly raised his arms to resist.
With a bang, Wang Fan punched his arm, and the violent divine energy surged and exploded in an instant. At the same time, his right leg was suddenly raised and he flew towards the opponent.
Bang!
There was another loud noise, and the monk felt a pain in his abdomen, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out in an instant.
He didn't even have time to react, Wang Fan punched him again, and with a bang, his head exploded.
"The rats from the Blood Pattern Gate, right? You rats, you still want to kill me? It's really unreasonable."
Wang Fan said disdainfully, and after almost beheading the man, he stretched out his hands and tore them apart on both sides.
Zi
With a bang, a crack was torn out in the space, and Wang Fan quickly got into the crack and disappeared.
At the same time, a large seal struck from not far away, causing a rumbling sound, the void trembling, and its power shaking the heaven and earth.
However, the big seal arrived a little late, and Wang Fan had already disappeared.
The big seal tore out small space cracks and smashed hard on the wall not far away. With a loud noise, the wall instantly collapsed and shattered, turning into powder.
"Ran?"
"Blast into the void, don't give him a chance to escape."
Mo Qianli looked at this scene with an extremely ugly expression.
He never imagined that Wang Fan could be so difficult to deal with, so sinister, despicable, and so cunning that he even used poison.
However, his reaction was very fast and he issued the order in an instant.
In fact, there was no need for him to remind him at all. Almost as soon as the wall was blown down, the rest of the people had already begun to use their weapons, shaking the void.
Only in this way can the space become unstable and Wang Fan can be forced out.
However, what they didn't know was that from beginning to end, Wang Fan never thought of leaving.
Are you kidding? These bastards want to kill him, how can he leave?
He would only leave unless he said he was in a life-and-death crisis and was really invincible. Otherwise, he would never leave.
Several people bombed the void at the same time, the void shook, and thick cracks appeared like spider webs.
However, Wang Fan suddenly appeared from beside the two monks who were injured by him earlier. He held the divine sword and slashed at the two people.
Whoosh
, the sword light broke through the speed of sound and slashed towards the two people.
Those two people never thought that in this situation, Wang Fan would choose to attack them.
In addition, they themselves had suffered heavy losses, so they had no time to react.
With a pop, the divine sword quickly struck them firmly, two streams of blood flew up, and the two of them were cut into two pieces, completely dead.
"kill!"
Mo Qianli has the highest level of cultivation and the fastest reaction.
He was the first to come back to his senses. Almost the moment he saw Wang Fan appear, his hands were already dancing towards Wang Fan.
Silk threads flew out from his hands, forming the shape of death, and shrouded Wang Fan directly.
Wang Fan looked at the threads, smiled coldly, and swept back with his divine sword. .??.??
Ding ding ding.
However, what was heard was the sound of clashing swords, and his divine sword did not cut those threads.
At the same time, six other people had also arrived quickly.
Two people rushed to the front, one of them held a broad sword, and the sword flashed brightly, and they slashed directly towards Wang Fan.
The other person was holding a black ball in his hand, and he was seen holding the ball and throwing it towards Wang Fan.
The black ball tore through the air, made a rumbling sound, and smashed down towards Wang Fan.
Wang Fan looked at the two people who were coming to kill him, his mind was running rapidly, and he had already thought of a strategy in an instant.
His feet suddenly stepped on the void, and with a loud rumbling sound, his figure suddenly shot sideways.
The two people's attacks fell in the air, but Wang Fan had already killed them in front of them with a strange posture.
"You also want to kill me, do you really think I'm easy to kill?"
In his disdainful hand, the divine sword in his hand was already
Cut it out again.
With a pop, blood splattered on the two men's bodies, and their upper and lower bodies separated in an instant, then exploded and shattered.
However, Wang Fan received another blow and flew out diagonally.
However, the moment he flew out, he tore through the void again and disappeared.
This time, Wang Fan really left and had no intention of looking back.
If he wanted to kill all these people completely and fight to the death in this small space, that would definitely not work.
He must distance himself and fight guerrilla warfare.
After all, the eight late-stage Xuanjing gods are all sect killers who make a living by killing people. Such people are extremely difficult to deal with.
In addition, among the people on the other side, there is Mo Qianli, who is at the eighth level of the Mysterious Realm but can kill the ninth level of the Mysterious Realm God. It is naturally more difficult for Wang Fan to hunt them down.
He was able to kill five opponents in this short period of time, which is already quite good.
"Chase!"
Mo Qianli looked at the two people who fell down again, his expression even more ugly.
Since Mo Qianli joined the Blood Pattern Sect, he has taken on at least a hundred missions, even missions on the ninth level of the Mysterious Realm God, and even on the first level of the Earth Realm God.
But there has never been such an embarrassing situation and heavy losses as this time.
You must know that Wang Fan's cultivation level is only at the peak of the Holy Emperor. He is only at the peak of the Holy Emperor and has not even reached the divine realm.
They were surrounded and killed by ten late-stage Xuanjing gods, and they had already planned and planned the ambush and surrounded them for a purpose, but they were actually killed by the other party and five of them were able to escape calmly. This is simply a big joke.
Even if Wang Fan is a monster on the top 100 list, they shouldn't be so miserable.
If this matter spreads out, not to mention the reputation of these few people, even the entire Blood Pattern Sect may become a laughing stock.
This chapter has been completed!