Ning Fan's body smashed into the mountain, kicking up dust, and his body collapsed. He spit out blood from his mouth and looked at the battle above.
"Is it really going to fall?"
"No, I will fight until the end, and no one will give up."
Climbing out of the pit, Ning Fan soared into the sky, surging with all the power he could use to activate the Immortal Killing Formation.
I saw a formation diagram unfolding, and as the power spread in all directions, the killing waves emitted were frightening. Upon seeing this, the powerful Westerners immediately gathered together to attack.
I wanted to break the restriction displayed by Ning Fan, but unfortunately it was not a restriction, but an ancient saint's killing array, and anyone who entered would definitely die.
boom!!!
The formation expanded, covering ten demigods and six god-kings, imprisoning their movements.
"What's going on?" Several people were shocked and looked at Ning Fan in the sky.
Immediately afterwards, several of them broke out, releasing terrifying power that continuously impacted the confinement of the killing formation.
puff--
Ning Fan vomited blood repeatedly, and the terrifying force he experienced when he activated the killing array was also felt on himself.
"Xiaofan?"
"Don't come over. I'm going to kill them today." Ning Fan kept coughing up blood and desperately started to activate the Immortal Killing Formation.
He understood too little. This battle reached the quasi-emperor level, and he was powerless.
"kill!"
At the beginning of the Four Swords of Zhu Xian, the sword light tore through the sky and fell into the formation pattern.
For a time, the entire killing array was filled with killing aura, constantly impacting several powerful men from the West.
Tens of thousands of sword energy surged out, instantly killing a demigod into a blood mist. His strength was extremely terrifying.
The rest of the people kept trying to escape, but it was impossible. Unless someone killed Ning Fan, the killing array would continue to exist.
At the same time, there was not only the terrifying killing intent of the four swords in the killing array, but also the constant pressure, which made their bones rattle.
All the blood in their body is being absorbed. Even if they are not killed by the sword energy, they will exhaust all their blood and die.
"kill!"
The strong men in the West were frightened to see that so many of their masters were trapped and faced with the situation of their demise.
Even Dongfang's group was surprised. Ning Fan's killing formation was something they had never seen before. It was very terrifying and could actually kill several powerful men above the level of demigods.
Ning Fan vomited blood continuously, his strength was quickly exhausted, and several streaks of white hair appeared on his hair.
"Ning Fan is burning his own life."
"No, Xiaofan."
Ning Fan is now red-blooded and will not stop. Six of the ten demigods have been killed.
The auras of the other six god kings have also become weak, but it will take time to kill them.
If Ning Fan could really kill ten demigods and six god kings in one fell swoop, it would be an extremely terrifying scene.
"Ahhhh——"
Several strong men in the killing array screamed. They were either missing arms or legs, and their faces were full of panic and fear of death.
Rumble!!!
Suddenly, the clouds in the sky dispersed, and a golden palm print fell, aiming at Ning Fan.
Emperor Ning Qing, Wang Zhen, and Lao Nie, all the Saint Killers, had their hair numb and shouted: "Xiao Fan, retreat quickly!"
This golden palm print was obviously the quasi-emperor's intention to kill Ning Fan.