He couldn't understand and didn't care about why. In a hurry and panic, he just had time to pick up the sword in his hand and blocked it.
However, the sword was cut to the body of the Saint Ancestor Shangming himself by the light of the sword.
Puchi!
The Holy Ancestor Shangming was directly injured, but he avoided most of his body in time and was not fatal.
The three rules next to him were in trouble. It was too late to react. One fifth of the sword light was affected. The body of the Saint Ancestor was cut open like tofu, and its power was ravaged by the body.
The power and consciousness of the Holy Ancestor.
An ordinary knife.
A four-rule saint was severely injured.
A Three Rules Saint Ancestor Falls!
Zhao Fan was stunned in the transparent barrier. The headless dean's knife was as casual as playing with a monkey.
The damage caused is extremely terrifying!
He could still see where Gao Ming was in the previous Shield of Destruction. This sword really didn't understand the slightest.
The saints of the Netherworld clan were panicked and could not help but wonder about the headless dean who used some tricks that they could not detect, causing injuries and deaths to the Holy Ancestor Shangming and the Non-Strange Saint Ancestor.
The eyes of the Holy Ancestor Shangming were filled with despair, and the group said in a voice transmission: "The President of the Holy Academic Academy did not use any means of exceeding the standard. This is the gap..."
"What?"
"No fraud?"
"Impossible, impossible!"
Their mentality has broken.
People have been relieved of this, but they still cannot change the fact that they are desperate.
"I don't believe it anymore. Can a single rule of the Holy Ancestor really destroy all of us a large group of Holy Ancestors of the Netherworld clan?"
The Holy Ancestor Youran, who had mastered the three rules, looked ruthless and took the initiative to kill the dean of the Holy Academic.
Under his infection, the other saints of Netherworld clans also regained their momentum, and they all went crazy and showed a desperate attitude, and even burned their own saints at all costs.
...
After thirty-nine breaths
The nothingness outside the Northern Nether Realm was completely quiet.
Floating with messy corpses, as well as complete and unowned holy aristocratic tools...
The saints of the Nether Clan will be destroyed!
None survived.
The dean of the Holy Academy only suffered some minor injuries.
After all, at the level of a single rule Saint Ancestor, most of the saints who fight one by one are multi-rules. No matter how much you miss it, you can't handle it.
Where are the upper limits in some aspects?
Zhao Fan, with his eyes open, was as dull as if he had fallen into petrification.
In his consciousness, he kept reviewing scenes of less than fifty breaths...
Shocked!
An unprecedented shock!
The dean of the Holy Academy hooked his finger and put away all the Holy Ancestors' tools. "It's okay. If you rebuilt it, you can refine a pretty good Holy Ancestors' tools."
What he saw was quite good is the top cognition in the world...
at this time.
The dean of the Holy Academy turned around and looked at Zhao Fan who was shocked and lost. As if he had expected it, he turned his hand into the collarbone cave heaven, and then raised his foot and took a step.
When the front foot fell, it did not appear where it should have appeared, but appeared in the distant holy academy!
He raised his back foot, and his headless body appeared in front of the gate of the Holy Academy.
One step back!
"Sir, will you be back so soon?"
The Saint Ancestor of Destruction flashed over and asked with concern: "Where is good fortune? How is he? Nothing happened?"