"The Blood Crocodile God was actually repelled. How is this possible?"
"Is there anything impossible? That mysterious strong man has killed several seventh-level heavenly gods. Even if he can defeat the Blood Crocodile God, is this normal?"
"If even the Blood Crocodile God can't suppress this guy, then I'm afraid the days ahead for us will be difficult and we will have trouble sleeping and eating."
Some of the monks who saw this scene were filled with shock and could not believe it.
The Blood Crocodile God is already a relatively powerful figure among the monks invaded by the gods.
Even if it is called the overlord of one party, it is not an exaggeration.
If even the Blood Crocodile God cannot suppress Wang Fan, then there are really not many people who can do anything to Wang Fan.
When the time comes, once Wang Fan starts killing people, all living beings will be devastated, and monks like them will have trouble sleeping and eating. .??.
Of course, there are some monks who are relatively sober.
They saw the Blood Crocodile God being repelled, but they also saw Wang Fan being repelled.
Therefore, they still have some hope in their hearts.
The Blood Crocodile God looked at Wang Fan, his face became serious, and his aura began to increase.
It was just a test attack before, but this has already allowed him to roughly understand Wang Fan's strength.
He must treat it carefully.
Wang Fan felt the gradually increasing aura of the Blood Crocodile God, but sneered: "Why, do you, a beast, only have this much strength?"
"With such strength, you still look for me all over the world every day and want to kill me. Who gave you the courage?"
As soon as the words fell, a loud explosion resounded through the void, and Wang Fan had disappeared from the spot.
The momentum of the fifth level of the Heaven Realm God exploded, and the next moment, Wang Fan had arrived not far from the Blood Crocodile God.
Without any hesitation, he shook the Chaos Sword in his hand and with a swish sound, it directly tore through the space and slashed towards the Blood Crocodile God.
Gathering momentum?
Just kidding, in this case
, how could he give the Blood Crocodile God time to gather strength?
If the situation were different, Wang Fan might really give the Blood Crocodile God some time, but that was not possible now.
Not to mention that the two of them were not competing, but there was also a Blood Crocodile God behind him, so it was impossible for Wang Fan to give the Blood Crocodile God time to gather strength.
"roll!"
When the Blood Crocodile God saw Wang Fan slashing with his sword, he roared and the void shook.
He also didn't dodge, but the blood energy all over his body exploded and he punched out.
With a bang, the sword light shattered, and the Blood Crocodile God was knocked back several steps again.
He looked down at his palms, which were already dripping with blood.
"Top artifact?"
The Blood Crocodile God looked at the Chaos Sword in Wang Fan's hand, his eyes once again filled with shock.
You know, he is a monster, and his defense is still very strong.
Especially the defense of the fists, feet, chest and ribs is even more powerful and terrifying.
Let alone the fifth level of the Heaven Realm God, it would be difficult for even a monk of the same realm to break through his defense.
But now, Wang Fan hurt him with a sword. This shows that the sword in Wang Fan's hand is not simple.
Wang Fan smiled and said: "Yes, it is indeed a top-notch artifact. Why, do you think you, a beast, still want it?"
After the voice fell, Wang Fan drew his sword again and drew it out.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh.
He struck sword after sword, and the sword light reflected the void, rushing towards the Blood Crocodile God.
In a short period of time, countless swords have been slashed.
When the Blood Crocodile God saw this scene, he sneered and did not care to continue to slowly gather momentum.
The divine energy in his body exploded, and divine rays lit up all over his body, rising directly into the sky, while punching
At that moment, he rushed towards the heavy sword curtain.
In an instant, countless huge fists appeared, reflecting the sky and the earth.
The fists collided with those sword lights, and both sides were shattered one after another.
When the Blood Crocodile God's body rushed in, all the sword lights were destroyed by his tyrannical body as if they were made of tofu.
The Blood Crocodile God stood proudly in the void, looking at Wang Fan with cold eyes.
"Human, is this all you can do? If so, today is the day you die."
The Blood Crocodile God said as he slowly raised his fists.
In an instant, the divine energy in the surrounding heaven and earth was instantly pulled towards his fists.
In just an instant, a huge vortex appeared between his fists.
The vortex grew from small to large, getting bigger and bigger, as if it was going to swallow everything.
Wang Fan held the Chaos Sword in his hand, and the divine energy in his body surged crazily.
Is this guy going to decide the outcome with one move?
However, he was too lazy to say anything more, and just looked at the huge vortex with a solemn expression.
He felt danger, unprecedented danger.
As expected, these guys on the eighth level of the Heavenly Realm each have their own methods, and none of them are easy to mess with.
"Go to hell, Blood Crocodile Magical Power!"
At a certain moment, the Blood Crocodile God roared and punched out with both fists.
The huge vortex tore apart the space in an instant, as if it was about to swallow the entire world, and exploded towards Wang Fan.
Wang Fan was frightened, but did not hesitate.
"Excalibur, eighth form!"
As the voice fell, a bright sword shined, becoming extremely huge in an instant, as if it was about to tear the sky and the universe apart.
The mighty sword power swept in all directions, and some monks who were hiding to watch the show didn't even react.
Before he could do it, he was instantly cut into nothingness by the overflowing sword power.
A loud explosion resounded throughout the world, and sword lights and vortexes collided in mid-air.
For a moment, the whole world seemed to be quiet.
A brief moment of silence.
boom!
An even louder explosion shook, the void shattered inch by inch, the surrounding mountains and rivers collapsed, and the rivers evaporated.
The entire world seemed to be caught in a storm of destruction.
With a puff, Wang Fan spurted out a mouthful of blood, but he no longer cared about the condition of the Blood Crocodile God and quickly moved away into the distance.
Horrible, really terrible.
The raging energy caused him to suffer severe injuries in an instant.
Coupled with the consumption of the eighth form of the Divine Sword, at this time, it cannot be said that he has completely lost his combat power, but his combat power is almost nonexistent.
At least, if the blood-slaying god comes, he will definitely not be an opponent and will only end up with certain death.
The Blood Crocodile God did not leave, but the blood from his mouth continued to spurt wildly, and countless sword energy tore through his defense and entered his body.
Under that kind of cutting, countless blood mist erupted all over his body.
When all the storms dissipated and calm returned, he stood there with only a trace of consciousness remaining.
"Okay, so strong, one, one sword."
An inaudible murmur came from his mouth, and the next moment, with a bang, his entire body fell apart.
Only a wisp of remnant soul was left, which quickly escaped into a crack in space somewhere and disappeared.
Of course, no one can see all this.
Because the previous blow had completely wiped out any living creatures in a radius of tens of thousands of miles.
Those who were able had already fled frantically and escaped from this area.
Those who are incapable have already perished.
This chapter has been completed!