Xuanhe Castle is very large, covering an area of tens of thousands of square meters, and there are many powerful people gathered inside.
In addition to Mo Zhaqi, the eighth-level heavenly god, there are two seventh-level heavenly gods, and eight sixth-level heavenly gods.
As for the others, they are all below the sixth level of Heaven Realm God. To Wang Fan, they are just shrimps.
In a large hall, two old men were drinking tea and playing chess.
Both of them had smiles on their faces, looking relaxed and comfortable.
"That Wang Fan hasn't left Huangyuan City yet. Could it be that he is afraid? It seems that this person is not very good either. I really overestimated him."
The old man on the left dropped his son and said with a smile.
This person's name is Yan Qi, and he is Mo Zaqi's right-hand man. He has always followed Mo Zaqi.
Yan Qi's voice fell, and the old man on the right chuckled and said disdainfully: "Maybe, this only shows that Wang Fan is not stupid."
"We have a lot of strong people here, so it's strange that Wang Fan dares to come. Is he here to die?"
This man's name is Huang Pan, and he is also Mo Zhaqi's right-hand man. He has done many shameful things for Mo Zhaqi.
"Haha, that's right, but I'm really a little disappointed that Wang Fan doesn't come. This man is not only famous in Shenxu, but also in China. If he can be killed, what will happen to the pair?
For us, that is the glory."
Yan Qi said, with a hint of disappointment in his cold eyes.
He really wanted Wang Fan to come over.
Because Wang Fan's evil reputation is so great, if he can kill Wang Fan, it will definitely shock the entire Shenzhou. Even if he returns to Shenxu, he will become famous.
There is no way, Wang Fan is too famous and he is too bloodthirsty.
The most important thing is that Wang Fan is so powerful and domineering, killing freely, but his escape methods are still top-notch, even the Divine Emperor's Palace can't do anything about it.
What a joy it is to kill such a character.
"Old Yan, stop dreaming. Even if Wang Fan comes, you and I will definitely not be his match. The key is to rely on Lord Mo."
Huang Xiang once again lost a piece and struck unhurriedly.
Yan Qi chuckled: "Of course this old man knows, but even assisting in killing Wang Fan is pretty good. It's just a pity that he didn't dare to come over."
Just as Yan Qi finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed and he suddenly looked outside the castle.
At the same time, Huang Shan seemed to feel something. His eyes were like a torch and he looked outside for an instant.
The eyes of both of them shone brightly, as if the sun and the moon were rotating, as if they could penetrate the hall, penetrate the void, and see everything outside clearly.
"Mo Zhaqi, your grandfather Wang Fan is here, come out and die! If you dare to kill my Chinese monks, today is your day of death."
At the same time, an angry shout resounded through the sky, spreading thousands of miles in an instant and spreading throughout Xuanhe City.
Immediately afterwards, there was a whoosh, and a bright sword light was reflected instantly. The sword light was like a rainbow, and it struck directly towards the protective formation outside the castle.
I saw Wang Fan with his long hair flying, looking coldly into the castle, and slashed with his sword.
It is said to be one sword, but in fact it is three swords.
The god slashed three times in a row.
Boom boom boom!
The three sword lights fell under the protective formation of Xuanhe Castle almost instantly, and they still landed at the same point.
There was just a bang, and in just a short moment, the protective formation began to fluctuate crazily, like rippling water waves.
Immediately afterwards, there was a click, and the protective formation shattered, and Wang Fan's figure was like lightning. Almost as soon as the protective formation was blasted away, he disappeared from the place in an instant.
"Wang Fan, how dare you come!"
At the same moment, an angry scolding resounded through the sky, followed by a roar, a hall collapsed instantly, and the burly Mozaqi flew into the air.
Mo Zhaqi's black robe fluttered in the wind, his eyes flashed with an extremely cold light, murderous aura surged around him, and his momentum was overwhelming!
The eighth level of heavenly realm!
"Wang Fan is here, Wang Fan is here!"
"Haha, that bastard still dares to come. I must kill him today!"
"A mere ant dares to threaten to destroy my cultivator Shenxu. This is simply ridiculous. Kill him!"
At the same time, angry voices could be heard from countless rooms in the castle. The next moment, figures soared into the air, the momentum around them exploded, and the oppressive space began to collapse.
Of course, there are also some people whose eyes show expressions of horror, some panic, some fear.
After all, Wang Fan has killed a being on the eighth level of the Heaven Realm, and he is definitely not a weakling.
Even if the strong men here can surround and kill Wang Fan, they will definitely pay a heavy price. There is no telling how many people will die.
They don't want to be one of the fallen ones.
Wang Fan ignored Mo Zhaqi, let alone the ants rushing out.
Almost at the moment the protective formation shattered, he was already heading towards the room where Yan Qi and Huang Xiang were.
He wants to kill these two eighth-level gods of heaven first.
At the same time, Yan Qi and Huang Xiang had also dashed their expectations, crashed through the room, and rushed into the air in an instant.
However, just as the two of them rushed into the air, a sword light struck them head-on, like a fast meteor.
"Don't you want to kill me? Very good. Now that I'm here, I want to see how you kill me."
Wang Fan's voice was cold, and when the voice fell, the Chaos Sword in his hand had already been slashed out.
Feel the monstrous sword power and the astonishing murderous intent contained in it.
Whether it was Huang Shang or Yan Qi, their expressions couldn't help but change wildly.
Although they said they were fierce, when they actually faced Wang Fan and faced Wang Fan's attack, they still felt fear from the bottom of their hearts.
The previous calmness was gone almost instantly.
"kill!"
"Fight!"
Angry voices came out of Huang Shang and Yan Qi's mouths almost at the same time.
But the next moment, Huang Shan was the only one who rushed towards Wang Fan madly and faced the sword light.
Yan Qi, on the other hand, shouted that he would fight hard, but in fact he started to retreat rapidly.
His feet created ripples in the void, and his retreat speed was extremely fast.
Not only that, when he retreated, there was a fierce look in his eyes, and he gave Huang Shan, who was charging forward, a hard slap.
The monk's selfishness and ruthlessness were clearly revealed at this moment.
Previously, the two of them were as good as friends, drinking tea and playing chess together, but at this critical moment, he did not hesitate to stab his companion in the back.
"My life is at stake! Yan Qi, you beast!"
Huang Xiang naturally saw Yan Qi's actions, and in an instant, his eyes were about to burst.
However, at this time, he wanted to retreat and escape, but it was already too late.
Facing Wang Fan's slashing sword, he could only frantically burn his essence, blood, and longevity to resist.