"A mere fifth-level Immortal Lord actually dares to be arrogant. I will make you pay the price today!"
"Come together and kill him! As long as we kill him, the hundred immortal veins in his body will be ours!"
"kill!"
Although the three seventh-level immortals were also wary of Wang Fan, they did not back down in the face of Wang Fan's provocation and the temptation of hundreds of immortal veins.
As the saying goes, people die for money and birds die for food.
They can cultivate to the seventh level of Immortal Lord, so they are certainly not cowards without courage.
"If you want to fight, then fight, there will be too much nonsense!"
Wang Fancai was too lazy to talk nonsense with the three of them. He flashed his body and killed them with the Ancient Divine Sword.
Whoosh!
The ancient divine sword broke through the air and slashed directly towards Zhang Yuan on the left.
Zhang Yuan sneered, grabbed a purple-brown long sword in his hand, and swung it directly towards the Ancient Divine Sword.
There was a local sound, and the two swords collided in mid-air, making a loud noise.
Wang Fan and Zhang Yuan started to retreat at the same time.
Zhang Yuan looked a little shocked, obviously he didn't expect that Wang Fan's strength would be so strong.
You know, he still has two companions. In this case, Wang Fan simply does not dare to attack him with all his strength.
Zhang Yuan was shocked, and Wang Fan was equally shocked.
Because his ancient divine sword failed to cut Zhang Yuan's long sword.
From this point of view, Zhang Yuan's long sword must also be an Immortal Emperor level magic weapon.
But soon Wang Fan was relieved. This was the Eastern Region after all, not a remote place like Wangyun Palace. It didn't seem strange that the Immortal Monk here could produce an Immortal Emperor-level magic weapon.
Wang Fan and Zhang Yuan collided with each other, but instead of continuing the pursuit, they ducked and retreated.
Almost as soon as he retreated, a long knife struck at the position where he was previously.
There was a stabbing sound, and a small crack was torn in the air.
Wang Fan broke out in a cold sweat, but he didn't hesitate at all. With his toes in the air, he moved toward the Tuting on the other side.
The names of these three seventh-level immortals are Zhang Yuan, Tu Ting, and Yuan Sheng.
The previous knife was struck by Yuan Sheng.
When Tu Ting saw Wang Fan coming to kill him, his eyes were cold.
His weapon was also a long sword. Without any hesitation, the long sword broke through the air, tearing out sword flowers and slashing towards Wang Fan.
However, Wang Fan did not confront him head-on. Instead, at the moment when his sword was about to hit Wang Fan, he used Space Shift and disappeared from the spot.
Wang Fan disappeared, and Tu Ting's expression immediately couldn't help but change.
He felt the breath of danger.
However, when he reacted, Wang Fan had already appeared behind him and stabbed him with a sword.
"careful!"
"Quickly retreat!"
Seeing this scene, Zhang Yuan and Yuan Sheng's expressions changed.
Tu Ting's expression suddenly became ferocious.
He stirred up the immortal energy crazily and twisted his body to avoid it.
But it's still a little slower.
With a scoff, the Ancient Divine Sword pierced his right shoulder directly, cutting off his entire right arm.
"ah!"
A shrill scream echoed through the air.
Wang Fan did not give Tu Ting a chance to breathe.
He instantly approached Tu Ting's body and slashed it down with another sword.
With a scoff, Tu Ting's entire body was torn into pieces.
A seventh-level Immortal Lord died just like that.
When the monks around saw this scene, they were extremely shocked.
Their hearts were beating wildly.
Especially those who had previously chased Wang Fan had extremely strong fear in their hearts.
powerful!
It's so powerful!
Although he only has the cultivation level of the Immortal Lord at the fifth level, he can easily kill the Immortal Lord at the seventh level.
Such characters are rare even in the entire Eastern Region.
"kill!"
When Yuan Sheng and Zhang Yuan saw this scene, their expressions were extremely ugly.
Three people besieged Wang Fan, but Wang Fan killed one of them. This is absolutely shameful.
They roared angrily and rushed toward Wang Fan crazily.
Wang Fan, however, did not confront them head-on at all, but dodged and rushed towards the sky.
At the same time, the ancient divine sword in his hand began to wave rapidly.
"Excalibur's first form!"
With a thunderous roar, the Ancient Divine Sword fell from the sky, causing a roar.
Endless sword light flew across the sky, slashing towards Zhang Yuan and Yuan Sheng.
The weapons in the hands of the two men flew out wildly.
Amidst the roaring sound, although they smashed Wang Fan's first divine sword move, they were forced back several hundred feet.
As Wang Fan's cultivation level improved and his understanding of sword intention improved, his Eight Forms of Divine Sword were no longer what they used to be.
Even if it's just the first form, it's extremely powerful.
"Second Form of Divine Sword."
However, just as the two of them neutralized the power of the first form of the divine sword, Wang Fan's second form of the divine sword had already been struck down.
There were two sounds of banging and clicking. Although the two of them tried their best to resist, there were still several wounds on their bodies.
This time, the two of them retreated thousands of feet before regaining their balance.
The eyes they looked at Wang Fan were no longer as fearless as before, but instead showed strong fear and fear.
They already knew that the two of them were no match for Wang Fan.
If this fight continues, they will definitely die.
Seeing that Wang Fan was still wielding the Ancient Divine Sword, and his aura was getting stronger and stronger, their expressions changed.
"Stop, stop!!! We admit defeat and we are willing to hand over the space ring!"
Zhang Yuan no longer had the idea of continuing to fight, and regardless of his image, he roared crazily.
In the sky, Wang Fan froze slightly and said with a smile, "Admit defeat? Hand over the space ring?"
Zhang Yuan nodded, "Yes!"
"Okay." Wang Fan nodded, but the next second, the ancient divine sword in his hand slashed down again.
Zhang Yuangang breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Wang Fan said yes, but at this moment, Wang Fan's third form of the divine sword fell.
"You——" At this moment, Zhang Yuan's eyes were almost splitting.
However, he was unable to resist Wang Fan's third form of the Divine Sword, and was directly chopped into powder by the sword.
At this point, among the three Immortals on the seventh level, only Yuan Sheng is left.
Although Yuan Sheng was not dead, he was seriously injured.
He did not run away, but suppressed his fear, looked at Wang Fan and said:
"Wang Fan, I am a member of the Rogue Cultivator Sect. Now that you have offended the Ninggu and Huang families, are you going to offend my Rogue Cultivator Sect again?"
"If that's the case, I'm sure that even if the martial arts palace protects you, you will not escape death!"
Yuan Sheng was afraid.
He was really scared.
He never thought that Wang Fan would be so powerful.
Wang Fan was not in a hurry to take action, but looked at Yuan Sheng and said, "Oh? Are you threatening me?"
Yuan Sheng shook his head, "I don't dare to threaten, I'm just telling a fact."
"Really?" Wang Fan smiled, "But I have killed both of them now. Even if I don't kill you, your Sanxiu Sect won't let me go, right?"
He also glanced at the monks around him, "What's more, so many people saw the fact that I killed the two of them. Even if you want to hide it, you probably can't, right?"
Yuan Sheng nodded, "That's true, but I can kill them to silence them."
As soon as these words came out, the faces of the surrounding monks all changed.
Even Wang Fan couldn't help but change his expression slightly.
Kill and silence?
You know, there are at least hundreds of monks here. Does this guy still want to kill them all? The most important thing is, can he kill them?