Qinglin is very miserable. The bridge of his tall nose has collapsed. His head seems to have been pinched by the door. He is shriveled, especially the broken bone stubble can be seen in his chest.


    But Lin fan is not satisfied with the result. In which deep pit, he didn''t want to kill Qinglin, but the means of Qinglin is so strange that he can turn into magic fog at the moment of death.


    The magic fog seemed invisible. Many of his means of attacking and cutting were useless, which made him frown.


    When the magic fog appeared, he could keenly perceive that the lightning, martial spirit, silver paper and creatures in the spirit were trembling violently, and there were opportunities to kill.


    "Could it be..." Lin Fan''s eyes flashed, and then the rune looked at Qinglin. He just felt that there was a magic fog entrenched in his spirit!


    "Really!"


    Lin Fan''s eyes flashed and then roared: "kill!"


    He took the initiative. Since he was destined to be the enemy, of course, it was better to kill early.


    Qinglin''s eyes were cold and his hands waved like a general who ordered the soldiers to kill, but he really forgot how miserable he was a second ago.


    Three thousand strong people, at least two thousand three, sighed that they didn''t want to fight or be enemies with Lin fan. They had justice and loyalty in their hearts.


    Who are Lin Fan and others? They naturally know how beautiful it was when Lin Fan took charge of the holy land? It was the first time since they entered the holy land for so long that they felt warmth and equality.


    During that time, no force in the world dared to despise him. Why?


    Because they have an invincible sword that can crush all demons.


    How can such a person be a traitor?


    How can we judge the holy land?


    But what can I do?


    Since they entered the holy land, they were branded as a holy land of one yuan. They did not have the courage of Lin Fan; Dare not disobey.


    Therefore, when Qinglin issued the order, they had to rush to kill.


    Lin Fan looked at so many people who didn''t kill in their eyes, and the warmth flowed in his eyes. After all, the dream of his childhood, the place where he stayed for so many years, was not without a trace of humanity. So many people remember his good, then, that''s enough.


    But when he looked at the more than 1000 strong men killed like tigers, his eyes suddenly froze and roared, "one yuan Tiangong!"


    After a long time, the three Tao bodies appeared, flowing from the unknown and going to the unknown in the future. They were just like him, but they had different breath and twisted halberds in their hands.


    "Hidden kill!"


    Lin Fan roared again. Lin long stepped out and directly incarnated into the divine dragon, the Fourth Avenue body, so he killed it.


    Lin fan, Yao chuchen and others will certainly not sit idly by and rush to kill.


    However, there is no comparability between the two sides. Li Qingxuan and the strong brought by the dust of medicine are less than 100 people, but this is the person who ran into 3000 people.


    As soon as the two sides contacted, their heads rolled down and blood splashed!


    Lin Fan''s body was like a murderous God. His head rolled down when the heavy halberd swept through. No one was his general except the strong ones at the ancestral level. He could sweep away easily.


    Of course, his four Avenue body does not only focus on killing. For example, the future body and Lin long are only aimed at those who do not want to fight with Lin fan. After shaking them out, they carry them down to the sky with the power of lightning.


    Countless people below are looking up at the sky. For ordinary people, it is really a divine war. The sky is dripping with blood, the head is splashing, the limbs are broken, and the arms are flying all over the sky.


    "Kill!"


    The ancestor level strongman also shot!


    Yao chuchen and the ancestral strongman brought by Li Qingxuan rushed away, but the number of people was too poor.


    Each of them brought four ancestral level strongmen, but there were ten ancestral level strongmen led by Qinglin this time. In the case of one-on-one, there were two ancestral level strongmen who could cause terrible lethality to the rest of their practitioners.


    "No, old man!"


    Lin Fan was about to break up. He watched Qinglin''s ancestral strongman kill all the reinforcements outside the ancestral level brought by Li Qingxuan and Yao Qichen.


    How terrible is it for the strong at the ancestral level?


    As long as you are attacked and killed by them, you can''t turn the whole corpse into powder or fly ash directly.


    Moreover, the fundamental purpose of these two ancestors was not those reinforcements, but him. They just killed more than ten people in an instant and plowed a path of blood, only ten meters away from him.


    When Lin Fan shouted the three words "not old", a trace of ridicule flashed in the eyes of the two ancestors. Sure enough, the strong looked around. Fortunately, they also hid their accomplishments.


    "Shua!"


    The blood dripping long halberd suddenly shot out of the void. The ancestor level strongman who first killed Lin Fan screamed and banged. He didn''t know when a ghost head big knife appeared in his hand and blocked the long sword. However, the ancestor level strongman who was a little later than him seized this opportunity and killed three invincible fist marks.


    "Buzz!"


    The void trembled, and the long sword of blood seemed to have never appeared and disappeared like this.


    "Hey, Lin fan, do you think only you are ready? I knew you had four strong ancestors when Qing Zhuzhu died. Now call out and take you on the road together!" Qinglin laughed.


    Lin Fan scolded: "waste, do you have the qualification to talk to me? Have a kind of killing."


    Qinglin''s face sank impressively: "if you are arrogant, you will die today."


    "The bitch whose brain has been pinched, Grandpa Li Guang of your family is coming!" Li Guang''s voice sounded, and he also came. He quickly joined the battlefield and killed three Ningyuan strongmen with only one sword.


    "Whew!"


    The sword fights and the soul of the holy sword rises into the sky. The sword spirit is hundreds of millions of strands. I don''t know how many strong people are broken into pieces. There is no sword.


    Lin Fan scolded, "what are you doing here? Forget what I told you?"


    Wujian glanced: "I have sent a letter and arranged everything. How can we lose me in such a war?"


    Li Guang also despised the way: "such a bloody killing field is most suitable for invincible me."


    Lin Fanzhang opened his mouth. He wanted to say, do you know, if you come, you may not be able to leave, but finally, when he saw the sharp eyes of Wujian and Li Guang, he smiled, didn''t say anything, and roared, "then my three brothers will kill here!"


    Li Guang smiled: "it''s a pity that the boy Chen Xuandong is not here. He will regret it."


    Wujian smiled: "always leave one to avenge us in the future."


    Lin Fan smiled, for they also knew that they would die when they came.


    Qinglin laughed: "come on! All except Chen Xuandong''s waste. Today, I''ll send you all on the road!"


    In response to him, it was a sword without a sword. The sword light was like a dragon, across the whole battlefield, and killed Qinglin like this.


    "Bang!"


    Qinglin pinched the fist seal, blasted the sword, and said with a grim smile, "do you want to die like that?"


    Wujian just looked at him coldly and didn''t even say a word.