Watching Tianjiao''s eyes jump, he looks at the head "mountain" piled higher and higher on the ground, and his liver and gallbladder tremble. These two people are really too strong to kill Lao Lin''s killer like a dog.


    In the past, Lao Lin sent out killers and never returned empty handed. He would bring back the target head. He was the God of death walking in the world, the life-threatening Luocha and the messenger of soul seduction. As long as he was watched by them, it generally meant that the future was bleak and life entered the countdown, but now?


    They are being tortured and killed by Lin Fan and Wujian. They have already seen that these killers want to retreat. They know they can''t do anything and want to break out.


    But it''s useless. The golden power grid covers this space, forming a special cage to lock them in. They can only fight with Lin fan.


    "Boom!"


    Lin Fan slapped a dodging killer out of the meat mud with a halberd and forced the short executioner close to him. His eyes showed light and his body was bloody. Of course, it was the blood of his enemy. He was not hurt.


    "Shua!"


    The killer who was forced to fly by him flew away. He was seized by Wujian and killed a clean man with one sword.


    "Last one!"


    Lin Fan slapped the sky above his head, and the lightning poured back, drowning a space and forcing a killer with a battle axe.


    "Kill!"


    Lin Fan attacked and killed. He has estimated that he is equal to the head cut off without a sword. If he wants to win, he must cut off the last head himself.


    Without sword and eyebrow, he also has the same feeling as Lin fan. If he wants to win, it is in the competition for the last head.


    "Keng!"


    He chopped with a long sword in his hand. A strong blue sword cut off the neck of the Tomahawk man to cut off his head with a sword.


    "Bang!"


    Lin Fan blew out his fist, flew the sword, and attacked and killed himself. The long halberd seemed to have life in his hand, buzzing like a black dragon.


    "Deceive me too much!"


    The Tomahawk killer roared. He was the same age as Lin Fan and a peerless beauty. In the past, killing his opponent never had an accident and brought despair. He liked to watch the tragedy and howling of his opponent before he died.


    But now?


    The two men took him as prey. They were actually fighting who cut off his head first, which made him mad. The battle axe in his hand gave out a blood red light and fought with Lin fan.


    Others are numb. For the first time in their lives, they mourn for a notorious and notorious killer. They think they are too unlucky. They can take people''s heads with pride on others, but now they are regarded as a bet and are too oppressed.


    "Brother Wujian, this head belongs to me. This wine is yours."


    Lin Fan smiled and chopped the halberd in his hand, smashing the last killer into technetium and spitting blood.


    Wujian glanced at Lin fan, and he was also very competitive. The long sword in his hand suddenly cut through the space, blocked the halberd that was about to cut off the killer''s head, and attacked and killed himself.


    He raised his right hand, condensed a sword shape, and suddenly chopped it off. A sharp sword appeared, and the killer''s head was about to be cut off.


    Lin Fan blasted the sword with a fist: "I''ll take this man''s life."


    The two of them regard the killer as nothing and indirectly fight with the killer as a medium.


    "Hey, hey..."


    The last killer looked at the heads of fellow walkers piled up like two hills and laughed: "do you think you won?"


    "I tell you, I''m the worst one in the not old forest. Some god level figures don''t go out. Maybe next time, one or two people will appear and kill you."


    Lin Fan sneered and didn''t care: "I''ll wait."


    Wujian was more direct. He waved his sword and represented his answer with killing Qi. "Want my head?"


    The killer has great spirit. He knows he can''t go. He''d rather kill himself than be humiliated.


    Lin Fan and Wujian all change color. They fight to cut off the killer''s head. If he kills himself successfully, what''s the record?


    They shot at the same time. The long halberd and the war sword fell on the killer''s neck at the same time. The killer''s head and neck were separated and carried by the long halberd and the war sword.


    "How?"


    Lin Fan raised his eyebrows and said.


    "What do you say?"


    No kendo.


    The two looked at each other. Unexpectedly, in a short time, they felt that they hated to meet each other. They had the same temperament and temper. They felt that each other was very appetizing.


    "Just draw?"


    At this time, only one person dared to speak, that is Lin Leyao. She glanced at the two excellent men. She was really a little speechless. What''s the competition? It''s just killing, bloody.


    "No, who will buy the wine if it''s tied?"


    Lin fan doesn''t follow.


    Wujian nodded and approved Lin Fan''s statement.


    "I''ll treat you, but not yet?"


    Lin Leyao is really speechless.


    Lin Fan nodded: "your sister-in-law invited you to drink. Are you going?"


    Wujian Leng hum: "sister-in-law? How old are you?"


    "I''m a little over sixteen."


    Lin Fandao.


    "I''m eighteen. Just call my sister-in-law."


    No sword rebuttal.


    Then they looked at each other and laughed at the same time. In a short moment, both amazing men had a feeling of death for their confidants.


    "Have fun!"


    "Really happy!"


    Lin Fan looked at Wujian and laughed again.


    "Let''s go and have a drink."


    Lin Fan waved to Chen Xuandong and Li Guangdao.


    Wujian inserts Shenfeng back into his back and walks out with Lin fan behind him.


    "Before the Qingyun banquet, you two are going to leave?"


    The five of them met the big man who was coming in.


    The one who spoke was the carefree king Lin fan had met once.


    Wujian raised his eyebrow and looked at him: "if the woman doesn''t come, the Qingyun banquet is boring."


    The expression on King Xiaoyao''s face is stiff. What does that mean?


    You know, his son also ranks third. Can''t this talent even enter the eyes of swordsmen?


    "And you?"


    He looked at Lin Fan and asked.


    Lin Fan glanced at Xiao Yao, and then looked at Xue qianrou: "it''s boring. I''m very taboo to drink with someone who is destined to die tomorrow."


    Lin fan made no secret of his killing and said frankly that he would kill thousands of snow tomorrow.


    "Hehe, Lin fan, you are too arrogant."


    A young man behind Mo Lao spoke. He was dressed in black. He was the same as Mo Lao today. He should be a disciple of the same holy land.


    "Who are you?"


    Lin fan asked.


    "It doesn''t matter who I am. What matters is that you can''t move this woman."


    The boy smiled.


    Lin Fan sneered and didn''t answer directly.


    "I advise you not to touch her, or you can''t bear the anger of some people."


    The boy spoke again.


    Wujian took a step forward: "are you threatening my brother?"


    "Threat? It doesn''t exist."


    The boy faced no sword.


    Lin Fan patted Wujian''s shoulder and forced him to go forward: "if you want to stand out for her, I''m afraid you can''t do what you want."


    "Lin fan, you''ve gone too far."


    A 20-year-old man behind the poison master frowned slightly and said, "I think you should enter my Dayan holy land, but your sharp style should be changed, or there will be great disaster."


    The young man said, looked at the young man who had just spoken and said, "don''t be as knowledgeable as him."