"Lin fan, you have seed to fight!" Qinglin roared.


    This minute, he was too oppressed. He felt an all-round suppression from Lin fan, whether it was talent, combat power, or IQ!


    He seems to have been crushed to death by Lin fan. It seems that he has not benefited from Lin fan since he became enemies with Lin fan until now.


    It seems that Lin fan can anticipate the enemy''s opportunities everywhere. Even the far-reaching plan of yiyuanzi was peeped out by him.


    Yourself, really such a waste?


    I don''t know how many times I doubt myself since the first defeat with Lin fan.


    Qinglin has to admit that Lin fan has indeed become his nightmare.


    How ridiculous?


    Even if he sold his soul, he was crushed to death by Lin fan.


    Qinglin''s eyes are scarlet. There is a trace of dark magic in the deepest scarlet.


    The heaven crying vision still didn''t stop. The mortals below knelt on the ground. The practitioners were too far away from them. They didn''t understand some things. They only knew to pray to God and pray. They attributed the tangible fear to the unknown heaven and placed their inexplicable admiration on the true God who didn''t know whether they existed or not. It seemed that they could be redeemed in this way.


    "Jianzi, the people in Tianfu have left. Should we go back and report?" a disciple reminded.


    As a result, Qinglin''s eyes flashed. Just raising his hand, he grabbed the disciple''s neck and smiled grimly: "I know you. I went to Lin Fan for advice more than once."


    The disciple''s face changed, but before he could explain, Qinglin severely crushed his neck: "up to now, I''m still thinking about Lin fan, damn it!"


    All the disciples and elders who followed Qinglin stared at Qinglin.


    Why?


    Is he crazy?


    Especially those who had met Lin Fan were pale and hung their heads.


    Qinglin smiled grimly and looked at the thousands of strong men behind him: "who said the people of Tianfu are gone?"


    Someone looked at Qinglin puzzled. He did see that Qinglin looked down and smiled with little poison in his eyes: "aren''t there still 100000 people below?"


    Everyone''s face changed. A supreme elder of Dugu Yixian family anxiously advised: "swords are not allowed. There are unwritten rules in the world of practitioners, but practitioners are not allowed to attack ordinary people. Violators will be punished all over the world!"


    "Pa!"


    As soon as he finished, Qinglin slapped him in the face: "I''m a one yuan sword. Who dares to kill me?"


    No one dares to advise. What a high status and how close is the relationship with Qinglin?


    Even so, Qinglin dares to slap his face. If they advise, won''t they be killed directly?


    The 100000 earthly people below still kneel on the ground and sincerely pray to the heaven. In their simple thoughts, the practitioners who can fly to the earth are of course the gods.


    It is the opposite of their prayers and prayers, and the so-called vision is revealed only after the arrival of this group of immortals like gods. They take it for granted that this group of gods will send down heaven''s punishment to punish them, so they pray more piously.


    A little girl looked up curiously and was suddenly pulled by her mother, which made her full of awe.


    A little boy was naughty and squinted at the sky. As a result, he was slapped by his parents and fell to his knees.


    But when they prayed to the gods, they didn''t know that the gods in their eyes were looking at them with a grim smile.


    Qinglin smiled, and the evil spirit in the bloody pupil seemed to be stronger.


    He glanced at the people: "you say, if I kill 10000 people, will Lin Fan come out?"


    No one answered. Finally, the supreme elder who was slapped in the face said cautiously, "No."


    Everyone nodded naturally. Why did Lin Fan come?


    Just someone who has nothing to do with life and death.


    Qinglin didn''t care. "Then, what about killing 20000 people?"


    Everyone''s face became more heavy, green Lin and crazy devil.


    Looking at the faces of these people, Qinglin smiled again: "what about killing 30000 people?"


    Without waiting for any expression from the people, he continued: "if 30000 is not enough, 40000 is not enough, 50000 is not enough. If Lin fan doesn''t come all the time, he will kill 100000 people and bury my father!"


    "No!"


    Dugu Yixian''s elders spoke again, and he was distressed. He watched Qinglin grow up. In the past, he was a hero. When has it changed?


    "Poof!"


    A magical sword pierced his heart.


    No one thought that Qinglin would do it. What''s more, he didn''t understand why he could hurt the grandparent elder in his identity.


    Of course, this man will not die. With his cultivation, Qinglin can''t kill him even with the help of demons.


    It''s just that he doesn''t speak much anymore. He''s just thinking, is he really right?


    Qinglin Jie smiled strangely: "Whoever dares to persuade, he will come to an end."


    Whether it''s Yiyuan disciple or Yiyuan elder, he just looked at Qinglin in such a daze. Since then, he really wants to fight under this man''s command?


    This kind of crazy character is the holy land of main affairs. How can we talk about the future when we wait for others?


    The mortals below don''t understand why there will still be fighting between the gods, but after watching the evil and cold war sword stab through the chest and a drop of blood drop down, the mortals below will be more awed, bury their heads lower and show more piety.


    "Lin fan, I know you''re not far away, so I''ll see how I can let everyone bury my father." Qinglin smiled grimly.


    Then he punched down.


    This is his famous martial art - baquan!


    Once the name of baquan was world-famous and almost suppressed an era. It was once known as invincible, but now, Qinglin uses it to kill mortals!


    "Boom!"


    Hegemony startles heaven and earth, fist prints are like meteorites, the big explosion in the center of Tianfu City, and broken limbs and arms are everywhere.


    The rampant shock wave spread to a radius of ten miles. In ten miles, all life and buildings were lost in the fist seal without any luck.


    All the ordinary people in Tianfu city grew up in fear, but they forgot to make a sound.


    The gods did indeed rob!


    They are just mortals. What can they understand?


    Can only kneel more piously.


    On the sky, all Yiyuan disciples looked at Qinglin angrily!


    Unexpectedly, did you really do it?


    But what can they do?


    "Lin fan, see? This is the name of the people under your rule. Now, they are going to die because of you!" Qinglin looked at the cruel scene below, and his eyes were more bloody.


    "Roar!"


    In the 100000 mountains, there was a startling roar. It was Lin Fan wailing!


    He crossed a hundred miles and saw the tragedy in Tianfu. He wanted to kill him back.