Lin Fan lost his smile.


    He seemed to be able to see the anger and fury of Fengdu when he left this remark.


    He was a man of extreme conceit and pride. As a result, the road was at his feet, but he dared not take even one step forward.


    Lin Fan turned around, leaving no handwriting and no dissatisfaction. He was confident that he would be able to explode the seventh floor; Even if it is a saint among the savages, he is fearless and can directly kill it.


    "Here he is!"


    Yin Ming''s eyes were vicious and sharp. He watched the layers of futu tower light up, and the sound of footsteps approached slowly.


    "Oh... He will be shocked and desperate. As soon as he pushes open the huge bronze door, he will see us. Will he be scared back and dare not leave the futu tower?" the emperor sneered with ridicule and ridicule.


    "I thought I would miss the chance. His head was not with us. As a result... Ha ha, it''s interesting."


    Another emperor sneered, and the holy power filled the air and stirred the darkness.


    "He is mine, and you are not allowed to do it." Yan Ming said darkly. He took a step forward, surpassed everyone, and almost blocked in front of the futu tower.


    The door is open.


    "Boom!"


    A white fist print blew away at Lin Fan''s forehead. The vigorous wind blew on his face and fiercely compared with the holy sword. The fist print was so cruel that the futu tower was creaking, as if it was going to collapse under this fist.


    That was Yan Ming''s move. There was no nonsense at all. When Lin Fan pushed the door and opened, he killed him directly.


    It''s so fierce and vicious that Xu Linfan can''t be prepared at all.


    "Die!"


    Lin Fan''s eyes were gloomy and he raised his hand to shoot it. Fang Tianyu was hazy and obvious in the palm of his hand.


    "Boom!"


    The big bang sent out the fierce attack wave, tearing the boundless darkness and exposing the silver space turbulence.


    Lin Fan took a step back, while Yin Ming took ten steps back.


    Lin Fan stepped out of the futu tower, held one hand flat, pointed to Yin Ming''s eyebrows and hooked his hands.


    He''s inviting war and killing!


    "Do you have emperor level combat power?"


    Yin Ming''s eyes are uncertain, mixed with horror and horror!


    "The legend is true indeed. The constant saint can kill the emperors." the emperor solemnly opened his mouth and said, "you hide too deeply and deceive everyone in the world."


    Without saying a word, Lin Fan simply walked forward, but let a group of people retreat.


    When the legend becomes true and the truth emerges in front of his eyes, anyone will feel a moment of fear and surprise.


    "You want to kill me, too?"


    Lin Fan''s words are as high as a dragon overlooking the so-called dragon slaying warrior. His eyes are too sharp. The two golden beams capture people''s soul and make a group of saints almost paralyzed on the ground. He can''t bear such terrible constant holy power at all.


    They were wrong.


    It was a terrible and outrageous mistake.


    He wanted to kill the real legend, and wanted to exchange rich rewards with the head of this legendary character.


    "Sonorous!"


    The two golden beams turned into two halberds and split a saint on the spot.


    "Ah..."


    The slain emperor, the Holy Blood splashed on the face of a pro emperor beside him. The hot holy blood made the pro emperor scream.


    It''s just a look in his eyes. He chopped a saint. How many times can he stand it?


    "Good guts!"


    At this time, only Yin Ming dared to scold like this, and Lin Fan was not weak in self-confidence.


    He strode forward, and a sea of blood flowed out of his blood red eyes, which seemed to drown the world. It could be seen that endless creatures in the sea of blood were crying and struggling.


    "Lin fan, you are very good. You can break through the seventh floor and be level with the emperor!"


    Yan Ming opened his mouth with a grim smile. He strode forward, and a white bone stick appeared in his hand. It was his imperial weapon, which was taken from the thigh bones of creatures at unknown levels in prehistory.


    Lin Fan was slightly surprised.


    The emperor passed through the seventh floor?


    It''s really worth shaking him.


    Without personal experience, it''s difficult to describe and tell that feeling, but it''s too difficult and dangerous. A careless person will die in the challenge arena. Many corpses prove all this.


    "Tut Tut, only one person can enjoy the privilege of stepping on the seventh floor, so you die."


    Yin Ming spoke again.


    Lin Fan frowned: "you think too much. At least after you, Fengdu has experienced the seventh layer."


    Yin Ming''s face changed slightly and then smiled grimly: "impossible!"


    Lin Fan shrugged: "it''s just a sharpening place. What''s the use even if you can break through the ninth floor? Can you prove that you are invincible?"


    He was asking, and said, "there are only nine levels, but the cultivation realm is more than these nine levels? If you break through the eighth level with the holy land, it doesn''t mean you are invincible. This is the futu tower. According to your qualification and the strongest combat power evaluation, it will only release the corresponding brand or puppet. People are different, and the combat power is more different. Forget it, you don''t understand."


    Yin Ming''s face turned pale for a moment!


    He didn''t think about it.


    The reason is arrogance and conceit; Just because he firmly believed that he was the only one who broke through the seventh floor.


    But Lin Fan''s words are too cruel!


    How could this pagoda be treated differently, releasing the brand of a long time ago or the puppet of war according to its talent?


    "Kill!"


    Yin Ming is roaring, and his self-confidence is greatly impacted by Lin Fan''s words.


    He rushed away to kill Lin fan. It seems that only in this way can he regain his invincible confidence and spirit.


    "You haven''t arrived yet. Don''t worry."


    Lin Fan whispered. He opened his mouth and vomited out a spirit, turned into another himself, rushed to meet Yan Ming, glanced at the other three emperors, and rushed out of his body, one by one.


    His original master is one who calmly walks to the saints and strolls around the court. He is too loose and relaxed.


    "When I became a great saint, the Holy Land in the world was like mole ants in front of me. At this time, I was a constant saint. Even the emperor was like grass mustard in front of me."


    He was whispering.


    When he became a saint, there was no saint in the world.


    After becoming Hengsheng, the emperor of the world entered the grass mustard.


    This is not empty talk.


    A group of saints are desperate. Whether they are the emperor or the emperor, their eyes are full of fear and despair.


    They don''t want to escape, run, fight or die in a war.


    But they can''t do it at all. There are strange fields to lock them one by one, and it becomes an extravagant hope to flick them one by one.


    Moreover, we can''t be delusional at all. The emperors in the same trade came to help and were entangled to death, and they knew that this was the result that Lin Fan didn''t kill those emperors for the time being, otherwise there should be emperors falling.


    All saints died. Except that the strongest emperor was killed by a finger hole, the rest were swept by Lin Fan''s eyes and killed by ruthless eyes. They became ashes and died.


    "Ah..."


    Yin Ming is roaring and roaring.


    He felt the real crisis, just a breath of essence from Lin Fan''s mouth, which had dwarfed him and made him dangerous.