Everyone knows this, but no one dares to say it, just because Saint Lord Blood Slaughter is the third saint king, and Saint Lord Mubai is ranked fifth.
"You dare to disrespect my son, you are seeking death."
Suddenly, a figure appeared, trying to smash Ning Fan into pieces, and the terrifying power fell down, covering the sky and the sun.
What?
Everyone retreated, this was the move of a powerful person at the Holy Lord level.
Ning Fan stood there, standing like a spear, motionless, with dark power surging throughout his body, and he rushed out decisively to meet this big hand.
Demon Fist!
boom!!!
The terrifying roar of fist power instantly shattered that big hand into pieces.
"What?"
Everyone's eyes were astonished. Ning Fan actually broke the powerful Holy Lord's palm print with one punch. His strength was comparable to that of the Holy Lord?
"Ah... son, are you looking for death?" A roar came from the void.
Ning Fan said angrily: "How can a Holy Lord be so arrogant? For a Holy Lord like you, I can beat ten..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Fan felt regretful in his heart. Ten? Was he talking too much?
"Haha... What a disciple of Mubai, so arrogant." Another cold man appeared, and he was also a Holy Lord.
"If you want to fight ten, I'm afraid you may not be the opponent of the three of us."
Another person appeared, both from the lineage of the Blood-Slaughter Saint Lord.
Ning Fan said: "Those who kill people will always be killed!"
"court death!"
These three old guys acted shamelessly and wanted to smash Ning Fan to pieces in one fell swoop, so that even if the God of Death was blamed, they could get rid of the trouble.
After all, Ning Fan possesses the realm of the God of Death. When such a person grows up, he will definitely be in charge of the entire reincarnation organization in the future.
Ning Fan surged with power throughout his body, and a huge demonic shadow roared behind him.
Decisively fighting against the three Holy Lords, the battle started instantly and reached the sky.
Rumble!!!
The entire sky was dyed blood red under the overwhelming blood energy, and four figures continued to collide and fight in mid-air.
"Hiss...it's so scary. Can this person fight against three holy masters?"
"Damn it, could he be another evildoer who can rival the demon monk?"
"impossible."
At the same time, the powerful men in the Samsara Palace were watching the battle, and their hearts were shocked. They were afraid that the Samsara Organization was really going to produce a monster killer.
Saint Lord Mubai and Saint Lord Blood Plum stood side by side, looking like a pair of beauties.
"Mubai, this disciple of yours can do it."
"Looking at his performance, if he dies young, his life will be short." Shengjun Mubai said calmly.
"How...how can this be done? A monster like this will not lose to the demon monk when he grows up in the future. Why don't you take action?"
"decide as things go."
The aerial battle was very fierce, and Ning Fan's Heavenly Demon Fist was extremely terrifying. The huge shadow roared, and the void shook with every punch.
The expressions of the three Holy Masters were ugly. Together they could not suppress Ning Fan. This was simply a great shame and humiliation.
Rumble!!!
The main body on the earth immediately asked Ye Lan and Ling Fei to protect it, and devoted its spiritual power to the secondary body.
In this way, the secondary body in the reincarnation organization can unleash its full strength.
Ning Fan's clothes were torn and blood was flowing on his body. He stared at the three panting strong men not far away.
With a flicker of their eyes, the four of them fought together again, and the terrifying power swept around them like a tsunami.