They never expected that they would meet Wang Fan in the Nine Kingdoms Monk Conference, and Wang Fan was so powerful.
How many years has passed, how could Wang Fan become so terrifying?
Wang Fan didn't give them any time to think about it. In one step, he had already arrived in front of one of the Nie family members.
He reached out his right hand and squeezed it hard from the air!
In an instant, the man felt as if he was grabbed tightly by an invisible hand, and with a bang, he turned into blood mist in an instant.
"You must all know what the Nie family did to me back then. You must not blame me. If you want to blame me, you can only blame your Nie family!"
Wang Fan's voice came out faintly, and in a flash, he rushed towards the second person.
"No, don't!" The man's eyes showed despair and his face changed horribly!
He frantically wanted to retreat, but his body was tightly bound by an invisible force, making it difficult to move at all.
He could only watch Wang Fan approaching him and watch his life being harvested.
There was another bang, and the man soon turned into blood mist and completely disappeared between the heaven and the earth.
When those non-Nie monks looked at this scene, their pupils couldn't help but sobbed crazily, and their hearts felt cold.
Horrible, really terrible!
This kind of strength is simply not something they can compete with!
They all lay limply on the ground with pale faces, not daring to move or even make a sound.
With the strength shown by Wang Fan and his decisive and ruthless killing, if they dared to say a word for the Nie family, there would be only one end, and that would be death.
The blood mist kept spraying, and the Nie family members kept dying. In the blink of an eye, only the last person was left.
The man was completely desperate and paralyzed on the ground, without any thought of escape or resistance.
With the strength Wang Fan showed, it would be meaningless whether he ran away or resisted.
He only hated that he was unlucky enough to meet Wang Fan here. He only hated that Nie Tianlang ordered Wang Fan to be killed.
However, no matter how much he hates it, it has no meaning at all.
Wang Fan did not kill the man immediately, but asked indifferently, "How many people from your Nie family came to this Nine Kingdoms Monk Conference, are you the only one?"
"No, it's not." The man quickly replied, "In addition to the fifteen of us, there are eight more people. They are in another team, and they are stronger than us."
While he was speaking, madness was already emerging from his heart.
Since I am going to die, then everyone should die, no one can live.
"Has Nie Tianlang participated in the Nine Kingdoms Monk Conference?" Wang Fan asked again.
"No, he didn't come!" the man replied again.
"Very good. Seeing that your answer is quite pleasant, I can keep your body intact."
The moment Wang Fan spoke his words, his mental power surged out crazily, impacting the man's mind like a needle prick.
There was a hint of pain in the man's expression, but he didn't even have time to scream, and he fell to the ground completely in an instant, no longer able to breathe.
There was no blood flowing out of his body, but his vitality was gone, and his death was extremely strange.
Seeing his strange way of death, the eyes of those around him couldn't help but sob, and no one dared to say a word.
"Do you know where the rest of the Nie family are now?" Wang Fan asked calmly after killing the last Nie family member.
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sp;"No, I don't know. We only know that they are in front of us." The middle-aged man on the second level quickly answered.
Wang Fan couldn't help but frown after hearing this answer, but he didn't say anything more. He was about to chase forward, but suddenly his expression changed and he couldn't help but look behind him.
They saw a rough, black-faced monk running towards them like lightning and stopped a hundred meters away from them in an instant.
After the black-faced monk stopped, he first glanced at the fifteen Nie family monks who were killed by Wang Fan, and then looked at Wang Fan with a sneer, "I have long heard that you are insidious and have very vicious methods. Today, Hu
I finally got to see it."
"You are really ruthless in hunting low-level monks. Do you think you can do whatever you want just because you are strong?"
When the black-faced monk spoke, his aura swept out crazily and locked onto Wang Fan firmly.
Wang Fan looked at this man with sarcasm and disdain in his eyes.
He was not surprised by the appearance of this person, because this person was the one who marked his body with spiritual power.
If Wang Fan's guess is correct, this person is entrusted by the unblocking of Jade City over there, or he has received benefits, and wants to kill him in the Longqing Mountains.
If Wang Fan is willing, he can easily erase the mental power mark made by this person's sixth-level strength. And the reason why he has not erased it is to allow this guy to find him smoothly.
Wang Fan will never be merciful to anyone who dares to take advantage of him. If this guy doesn't come to him, forget it. If he dares to come to him, he won't mind killing him.
Wang Fan, who is only at the sixth level of the Mysterious Realm, dares to put a mark on his body. He is simply ignorant of life and death.
Wang Fan looked at the black-faced monk with disdain and sneered, "Whether I am ruthless or not is none of your business? You are right. I just think that with high strength, you can do whatever you want. What can you do to me?
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"A mere grasshopper dares to chirp in front of me, so who do you think you are?"
The black-faced monk originally thought that Wang Fan would be afraid of him, but now after hearing Wang Fan's words, he immediately became angry.
His face turned livid in an instant, and his dark face also became darker. Murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he pointed at Wang Fan and shouted angrily, "What an arrogant guy, you are looking for death!"
The black-faced monk drank angrily and immediately stopped talking nonsense. He grabbed a huge silk-like scissor in his hand, ducked and started to kill Wang Fan crazily.
The moment the huge scissors were sacrificed, strands of silk sprung out and turned into a large net, rolling up endless killing power and shrinking sharply towards Wang Fan.
The huge scissors were located in the middle of the silk, and they cut fiercely towards Wang Fan.
Those monks from the Tianyun Kingdom who had not had time to leave felt the terrifying killing force, and their faces turned even pale.
They burned their essence and blood crazily and rushed into the distance desperately.
This kind of power was really terrifying, and they simply couldn't bear the aftermath.
Neither Wang Fan nor the black-faced monk can be dealt with by them. They are not even qualified to participate in the war. Once they are involved, there is only one end, death!
Wang Fan looked at this scene, but his expression did not change at all. On the contrary, he became even more disdainful, "You are only at the sixth level of the Xuanjing Realm, but you dare to say so brazenly that I am seeking death. I think it is you who is seeking death!"
"I really don't know how many benefits the lifting of the lockdown has given you, but it can actually make you willing to die!"
As Wang Fan spoke, he flashed his right hand and caught the shadow knife in his hand. Then his spiritual energy suddenly surged and he swung the knife out.
Outside, he was afraid of being recognized by King Huanmi and did not dare to use the shadow knife at will, but in the Longqing Mountains, he had no scruples.
He believed that no matter how reckless King Huanmi was, he would never dare to completely cover the Longqing Mountains with his spiritual power.
Because that would mean that she interfered in this competition. This kind of thing is absolutely not allowed by the Longao Empire.