Just as the beast met the natural enemy, a kind of heartfelt fear almost drove him crazy.


    Who is he?


    Roaring heaven and earth hundreds of years ago.


    But at this time, for a figure of his grandchildren, there would be such a damn idea a thousand times.


    "Roar!"


    The roar came from the mouth of the silver dragon saint, shaking the world.


    He broke away from the damned feeling and woke up from that fear, followed by shame and anger.


    "What''s the ghost howling? Kill you today!" Lin long rushed to kill. He had no way and skills. He just rushed to kill with an invincible body. He brought up the vigorous wind for a short distance of ten feet. The whole ancient challenge arena was covered by the dust of history.


    "Kill!"


    The silver dragon Saint also roared and rushed to kill. The Tianlong remnant bone sword in his hand exploded like a star. Thousands of ways, every star light is a deadly sword meaning, and you can definitely kill a group of holy emperors.


    "Whew, whew, whew!"


    The sword like starlight covers the front road and cuts across Lin Long''s front road, just like a rainstorm under the curtain of pear flowers.


    All the people who saw it were cold and felt the terror of the starlight. Occasionally, they missed the sword starlight of the ancient challenge arena, dragged a long scratch in the sky and disappeared in the farthest distance of heaven and earth.


    What shocked them was that in the face of the starlight that could definitely kill the holy emperor, the "Tao body" who rushed to kill the silver dragon Saint seemed not to see and feel the sword starlight of the peerless terror. It didn''t defend at all and ran headlong.


    "Die!"


    "Hehe, does he think the Holy Land flesh body is really invincible?"


    "A arrogant boy, don''t think about it. He will certainly be killed into a blood sieve, and the holy blood will dye the ancient dark challenge arena red."


    "Being too confident is arrogance. Young people have to experience this." an old man stroked his beard, preached with a smile, and looked like someone who came over.


    He is a saint of the Qing nationality.


    "Noisy." Lin Fan glanced coldly.


    "Young generation, what we said is true, but there is a bit of falsehood?" the old man still smiled, just teasing.


    "The truth?" Lin Fan sneered. "How can the frog at the bottom of the well know that the river is vast? You are also the bottom figure in the holy way, and how can you know that most of you are strong enough to step on that road?"


    A group of people suddenly looked gloomy!


    This is saying that they are frogs at the bottom of a well!


    A slap in the face.


    "I see how you die." the old man was gloomy.


    "Impossible!"


    But as soon as he spoke, a saint beside him exclaimed.


    Then they all saw an amazing scene.


    The sword like starlight all over the sky, like raindrops pouring down, all hit and killed Lin Long''s body. Little sword flowers were born brightly, just like bright stars one after another in the dark night.


    But after the flower fire, Lin long did not become a blood sieve among the people, but his battle clothes were broken and his thin body was exposed. At this time, there were countless shallow blood marks on his body, which were very ferocious.


    "Is it wrong for me to say you are a frog at the bottom of a well?"


    Lin Fan glanced mockingly at the holy one of the Qing nationality, and then looked back.


    This war, it''s time to end.


    "No!"


    At this time, the silver dragon Saint screamed sadly.


    Just because Lin long ran to kill him, just a few steps, there were countless Phoenix wrapped in flame on Lin Long''s body, and the ferocious blood marks on his body healed at the first time.


    Three steps.


    All the scars on Lin Long''s body are gone.


    How can we fight?


    His strongest attack and killing can''t even bring any injury to a mere "Tao body".


    So why did he fight?


    How arrogant he was before the war, and how regretful he is now.


    "Lin fan, spare me once. I''ll retreat a hundred miles if I have your place in this life." he cried in fear.


    Lin Fan glanced at the silver dragon Saint coldly and said silently, "it''s late."


    "Late?" the silver dragon saint''s eyes darkened for a moment and said with a tragic smile: "late?"


    "Boom!"


    A startling explosion sounded.


    Lin long blew up the silver dragon saint with one punch. Holy bones and blood were everywhere. Even the holy soul was killed.


    "Hey... People die for money..."


    The last words of the silver dragon saint are like this.


    A saint near the emperor, ended tragically.


    But none of them paid attention to his death.


    This is really ridiculous.


    In today''s world, the emperor is the ultimate power.


    The saint of Lindi, it can be said, is already the top figure of the second-class pyramid.


    On weekdays, there was a statue from all sides to celebrate.


    If you miss one, it will definitely stir two circles.


    But at this time, a saint of the emperor died in front of him, and no one paid attention.


    But thinking.


    In the future, who can stop Lin fan?


    In the realm of Saint, looking around the two realms, how many people can fight him?


    His eyes narrowed all over the sky.


    Big trouble.


    The stronger Lin fan is, the stronger the hatred barrier in his heart is.


    If such people grow up, it will be a great disaster for his natural and human family.


    How to remove it?


    Who can fight Lin fan.


    This is not just a matter of heaven and man, but a mountain between two evils. Whoever wants to cross an era, Lin fan is a roadblock.


    Everyone was lost in thought.


    "Ha ha."


    A light smile woke everyone up and looked at the sound source. This is Lin Fan laughing.


    He sighed, then got up, walked step by step from the wall of Qianzhang city and walked in the void. Every step fell, there were veins on the soles of his feet, interwoven with heaven and earth, and congratulated each other.


    Everyone looked at it. At this time, Lin Fan could almost be called small invincible. With only some tragic battles, he could really prove that the holy way was invincible.


    So, what is he going to do?


    Lin Fan walked through the void with his hands on his back and stepped on the heads of tens of millions of people in the two circles. It was like walking in the garden.


    He went to the challenge arena. Lin long put away the Tianlong remnant bone sword and handed it to Lin fan. Then he disappeared.


    Looking at the silver long sword in your hand, it''s really good. Just holding it in your hand, you feel sharp and unparalleled. You look up and carelessly sweep across the Seventh World Saint camp and say, "I didn''t want to fight, but since you want to fight, come."


    The faces of the Seventh World saints changed greatly.


    When they came to this world, their goal was very clear. Kill Lin fan or capture Lin fan.


    But then they knew how funny their goal was.


    Just like a mortal, his goal is to catch the stars and the moon, which is impossible to achieve.


    Lin fan has surpassed several generations. It''s not that they can resist each other. The battle blood wants to boil several times and fight for life and death in the challenge arena.


    But in the end, it was unwilling to go out,


    If they go to the challenge arena, they will die.


    "No one dares to fight?" Lin Fan whispered. He looked down with disappointment in his eyes.


    He is only a little away from the saint. He may need endless killing to break through and seek that chance in the dead robbery.


    But below, hundreds of saints, no one can give him the feeling of death.