Annihilation crossbow, dedicated to annihilating the spiritual soul of practitioners, even if the strong soul refining person is hit, it will be very painful, not to mention the practitioners who condense yuan territory and lead yuan territory?
In this long and narrow corridor, the yellowish brown light intertwined into a net, which is the glory of the killing crossbow and brings the smell of death. Everyone is showing their strengths and trying their best to resist, but too many people still fall.
Lin Fan seems to have no entity. He always changes between virtual and real. That''s one of his hidden means. He once killed a Tianjiao at Qingyun ladder, so he knew this martial art and succeeded in cultivation.
He looked frightened and seemed to be avoiding, but he sneered and forced him?
With these people, you deserve it?
Especially those who have no enemies with him, they even press him step by step, feel the opportunity to kill, wantonly ridicule and persecute him!
It''s unforgivable!
Finally, the infernal crossbow storm passed. In this corridor, there was a smell of blood, and the corpses were everywhere. Most of them were the remains of practitioners in the yuan territory. Of course, some of the strong people in the yuan territory died, died in peace, and their eyes were wide open.
These dead people can''t imagine why the seemingly calm corridor suddenly erupted into a peerless killing machine.
"It scared me to death. Fortunately, I hid fast, otherwise I would die."
Lin Fan wiped the cold sweat. It seemed that he was afraid and scared, but if he looked carefully, he could see that his eyes were dark and calm.
"Lin fan, you dare to pit me! You want to die!"
Mo Yao roared. He was also cut in his arm by the exterminating crossbow. The seemingly insignificant injury made his spirit tingle.
"Damn it, kill this little bastard!" the soul refining strongman of Dayan holy land was also angry. In this storm, he suffered the most heavy losses in Dayan holy land.
"Bear!"
"Bear!"
Two force people''s momentum broke out from them, and the vigorous soul force made everyone feel a burst of suffocation.
Other people''s eyes twinkled. Where''s such a coincidence?
Lin Fangang said that there was an estimated crisis ahead, and such a big killing broke out. The most important thing was that he walked in the front, but there was nothing at all, but he died behind him.
"Catch him, directly break his limbs and drag him like a dead dog. If he is dishonestly telling the potential crisis ahead, kill him directly!"
The Ning yuan strongman who just forced him to come roared.
"Yes, take him first. Don''t kill him. Only push him out to stop the disaster at the most critical moment!" another person also opened his mouth. He was very frightened just now. If he didn''t catch a Yin yuan practitioner in front at the critical moment, his chest would be pierced by the annihilation crossbow.
Lin Fan''s eyes flashed coldly, "do I have a grudge against you?"
"No!" replied the Ningyuan strongman who said he would break his limbs.
The strong man who said he would use him to stop the disaster was unscrupulous ridicule, and then said, "I see you are unhappy, can''t you?"
"OK, why not." Lin Fan smiled.
Then, he looked at the crowd: "I just said more than once that there may be a big crisis ahead. You just don''t believe it and unanimously force me to move on. Now the crisis has indeed appeared, so you put the responsibility on me? Where''s the truth?"
"Hum, then why did you walk ahead and you didn''t die?" Mo Yao said.
Lin Fan''s eyes flashed: "are you talking nonsense? I didn''t die when I walked ahead. That''s because I''m better than the dead. Is that enough?"
"I''d like to ask the strong man of casual repair. Didn''t you say there was no crisis within 200 meters of the corridor? Why did this happen again?"
The strong man of sanxiu turned red and finally said, "there are many crises in the ancient tomb. Can it be seen by manpower?"
Lin Fan smiled: "it''s a crisis that even the strong in soul refining realm can''t peep through. Do you really want me to peep through a minor cultivator in Ningyuan realm? Don''t you think it''s ridiculous?"
"Hum! Anyway, you continue to lead the way. If we find that you have a change, we will kill you directly. The cause of instability!"
The soul refining strongman of Dayan holy land is cold.
There is a smile in Qinglin''s eyes. How good is that?
Lin Fan offends more and more people. Maybe someone can''t help jumping out to kill Lin Fan without his hand?
Lin Fan looked serious and said, "I repeat again, I can lead the way in front, but whether there is still danger, I can''t peep through, I can only predict as much as possible."
The people continued to move forward and had the previous crisis. This time, the people were more cautious and farther away from Lin fan. Of course, more eyes focused on him. As long as he had a slight change, more than seven or eight attacks would kill him at the first time.
And several Ningyuan strongmen who were sent to persecute Lin fan still closely followed Lin Fan one meter behind.
Lin Fan walked forward, his steps stopped slightly, and looked at the Ningyuan strongman walking on his left: "do you like cutting other people''s limbs very much?"
The Ningyuan strongman sneered: "of course, especially the so-called son like you."
Lin Fan nodded and looked at another person: "you like to use people as disaster shelters and live people as shields?"
The strong man Leng hum: "of course, those who are not as good as me are like mole ants. It''s their honor to be used by me."
Lin Fan nodded again: "I see."
Then he asked the remaining people, "it''s interesting to force me and support others?"
Several people were furious: "little bastard, you dare to talk. You''re right here. We''ll do you!"
Of course, these words are all sound transmission, and outsiders can''t hear them at all.
Lin Fan glanced at the people behind him, then glanced forward, stopped, and suddenly changed his face: "danger!"
Just as he said this, the terracotta warriors on both sides of the corridor suddenly raised their weapons and cut them out to them.
A terracotta soldier twisted a long Ge in his hand. The cold light from the Long Ge beheaded Lin fan.
Lin Fan roared and raised his fist to the sky. The chopped Long Ge was blasted back by the fist seal. Lin Fan stepped on the disillusionment step and stepped back.
He came behind the practitioner who said that he was the weaker one, and his eyes became cold!
The monk was trying to fight a terracotta soldier who suddenly burst into trouble. He had no time to worry that Lin fan had come behind him. At the moment when Lin Fan came behind him, more than two terracotta soldiers shot at him at the same time.
"Those who are weaker than themselves deserve to die, you said!"
Lin Fan said something coldly. Then his hands suddenly stretched out and grabbed the practitioner''s back waist. With a roar of the tiger, he lifted him up and met the broadsword and sword chopping towards him!
"No! I was wrong! Please forgive me..."
The practitioner was desperate, frightened and unwilling!
How could it be!
He was just sent to guard Lin fan!
Just now he was still swaggering, using others to die for him, mocking and disdaining Lin fan, but now he has become the one to die for him!
Now, he can understand the heart of the yuan practitioner who was caught by him to block the killing crossbow to his chest!
It''s suffocation, anger and despair; That is to kill the sky without being oppressed!
Poof!
Poof!
The war sword and the broadsword came at the same time, and his body was divided into three parts. Lin Fan snorted coldly, threw the remaining waist in his hand on the ground, glanced at the monk who gradually lost his look, and said coldly, "those weaker than me are ants!"
"Ha ha..."
The monk laughed miserably. Is this the earthly newspaper?
Then the last look in his eyes disappeared.