Lin Fan looked at his green shirt coldly and sneered, "brother Wujian has extraordinary talent. Can I help you? Besides, kill him? You deserve it?"


    "Ha ha... Unworthy? Let''s watch." the green shirt Yin measured his mouth.


    He has given up everything and knows he will die.


    Because at this time, he had no room to turn over, and the rest were still around him. Most of them were strong people at the ancestral level, and there were only one or two people in the virtual Dharma Realm. Don''t say that Lin fan had so many strong people staring at him covetously.


    Lin Fan alone can destroy everyone here.


    Therefore, he was not afraid of everything and was ready to die. Unexpectedly, pingshanhai proposed a duel to him at this time. Why not?


    Before he dies, it''s quick to kill this great enemy. The most important thing is that it can make Lin Fan angry, which makes him even happier.


    Now, he hates Lin Fan even more than no sword.


    Lin Fan took a mocking look at his green shirt. He jumped down from the Tongtian tripod to suppress this place, dropping thousands of silk strips, limiting the space for war.


    This is to guard against green shirts running away or dogs jumping off the wall.


    Wujian looked at Qingshan gloomily: "needless to say, I have never been sorry in my life. Today''s killing you has nothing to do with anything else. It''s just for revenge and get back my saint sword intention."


    "When you were young, you could use a little means to make you dangerous, not to mention now? You will live in my shadow or with me all your life." Qingshan smiled ferociously.


    This made Lin Fan frown. His hands stretched out as if he were moving a space. When Qingshan and Wujian came back, they had reached the space of tongtianding.


    "Fight, don''t you feel unlucky talking to the dead?" Lin Fan opened his mouth. He looked at Wujian.


    "Yes."


    Wuji nodded and the scabbard sword clanged, breaking out thousands of cold awns and chopping a sword at Qingshan.


    "Doyle!"


    Qingshan scoffed and laughed. He also killed a sword. Two sharp thousand Zhang swords sent out dazzling light and startling noise like a comet hitting the earth. Everyone felt that at this moment, the world lost its color.


    "Magic!"


    Wujian roared. In his eyes, the Kendo runes were bright. If he studied carefully, there was the shadow of Lin Fan''s Rune eye.


    "Tut Tut, also said that Lin Fan didn''t know it?"


    Qingshan smiled lightly. His martial arts eyes were wide open. In the eyes of martial arts, there were sun, moon, mountains and rivers and all souls praying, which seemed to contain a world. Moreover, two killing swords glittered in his eyes and finally fell out of the sky.


    "Boom!"


    Two killing swords fell and cut everything. The sharp sword Qi filled the world. At this time, the sword runes in the eyes of Wujian flickered. There were countless Wujian, lifelike, wringing scabbard divine swords between the world.


    Lin Fan''s eyes are strange. This is a disillusionment step. Unexpectedly, Wujian has found another way to deduce it with Kendo and turn it into his own skill. This kind of understanding is enough to go against the sky.


    The two killing swords seem to have been stained with the blood of the heavens, and their murderous spirit is as strong as dark clouds. When they kill Xiang Wujian, they even make a miserable roar like a demon soul.


    Many ancestor level strongmen shouted, their ears and noses were bleeding, and they felt that the spirit was unstable. They wanted to break and crack. Lin Fan''s eyebrows were slightly picked. He shook his hands and played a rule to protect the people here. Otherwise, if these two killing swords broke out, many people would die.


    "Whew!"


    The killing sword cuts through the heaven and earth, but at this time, the endless sword free figure in the heaven and earth splits a sword at the same time, and the action is uniform. If a silver bright moon rises from the battle field to illuminate the Xinghan, the killing sword falling in the pupil of green shirt is blocked.


    But Qingshan seemed to have expected it. He rushed and came with a smile overlooking him: "really think I can''t kill you?"


    He was very gloomy. In the eyes of Wu Dao, there was a dazzling brilliance: "magic sword? It''s useless to me."


    Qingshan smiled grimly. At this time, he even glanced at Lin Fan and sneered: "is this the skill you taught him? It''s vulnerable."


    Lin Fan didn''t speak, but looked at the battle field with ridicule in his eyes. This green shirt was miserable.


    The eye of martial arts can see through illusions and magic obstacles, and find the mystery of the road. Therefore, how can green shirt care about the magic sword skill without sword?


    "Kill!"


    The whole man rushed to a figure. With a bang, the whole man in green shirt rushed out of the figure like a magic weapon, but the figure that was rushed out was like water waves breaking in an instant.


    Qingshan''s face suddenly changed!


    It''s not me?


    How did he hide from his martial arts eyes?


    The fierce attack and killing force suddenly appeared on his left side, making half of his body fall into an ice cellar. His piercing killing intention made his green shirt roar. He twisted his body hard to avoid this must kill sword.


    "Prick."


    The sword light cut across, and there was blood splashing. The flesh and blood flew high and was broken by the killing machine. Half of the flesh in the green shirt was stained with blood. A large piece of flesh and blood was picked up on the chest and abdomen. You can see the beating internal organs from the side.


    No sword appeared: "can my magic sword technique be useful?"


    Qingshan''s face was impressively gloomy!


    He underestimated everything, and even humiliated Lin fan. He said that his skills were useless. As a result, he was almost cut in half in an instant and died on the spot.


    "Careless." the green shirt voice is cold.


    "General idea?" Lin Fan chuckled, "where does the general idea come from in this world battle? It''s nothing more than victory and defeat, life and death."


    "What did you say?" Qingshan was furious.


    Lin Fan said, "I said you would die in the next sword."


    Qingshan''s angry expression immediately scoffed and laughed, "I''ll see how he cuts me with his next sword."


    "Magic sword 3000 senro prison."


    Wujian roared. For the first time, he showed his skills in front of the world, born out of the eye of runes and disillusionment steps, and showed his edge in front of the world for the first time.


    Three thousand phantom bodies roared at the same time, emitting bleeding red light, reflecting the world with blood red, blood river flowing and white bones.


    The green shirt roared with fear.


    This skill is so strong!


    He gave up his life to struggle, but he was still washed by the surging blood river. The blood river was actually a collection of endless sword Qi. When he was washed by the blood River, his green shirt was covered with blood and flesh. Unexpectedly, he was washed and scattered in an instant, and a skeleton was struggling in the blood river.


    The sword without scabbard leaped away and cut off the green shirt head that was not washed by the sword Qi and put it in your hand.


    There was silence.


    Wujian has grown to such a level unconsciously. Obviously, he has also grown a lot during this period of war. He also has his own skills and becomes the top power in the realm of ancestral level.


    Looking at the blood dripping head in his hand, Wujian''s eyes glittered with cold light, but there were tears flowing, and hundreds of millions of thoughts in his heart, but finally turned into a roar that rang through the world.


    In that roar, there was liberation, the joy of revenge, and the obsession really dissipated.