Chapter 987: Who else!

A few words fell, and there was a sense of indifference in such words, and at the same time, the shadow of the knife in the void flickered and came straight to Meng Fan.

This is an ordinary light blue sickle, and suddenly under the shot, there is a terrifying sharpness, and it rushes straight to Meng Fan's head. The sharpness is like a thunder, killing everything!

The pupils contracted, and Meng Fan's whole body was taut. Under this knife, there was no time to see the figure of the person speaking, because the knife was so fast, it was beyond imagination.

In an instant, murderous intent emerged. The horror of this attack surpassed Meng Fan's imagination. Obviously, the person who shot was incomparable to the two before, and he was the real powerhouse, hiding in it, and now appearing.

The five fingers clenched, and at the same time Meng Fan let out a low roar, and the blood ran away all over his body. In an instant, it was like an ancient beast incarnation, and the violent aura suddenly appeared, and at the same time he fisted out!

Fist to knife!

Along with the movement of Meng Fan's arm, a punch was blasted out, but a violent wave of air spread from the front of his fist for an instant, and slammed into the blade in midair.

bump!

Under this knife, even though Meng Fan's physical body was strong, it was broken into pieces with blood and water, scattered around the world, making everyone here and outside the realm look shocked.

The palm of his hand was torn, if it weren't for Meng Fan's full experience, his power changed in midair, and most of his power would be unloaded, I am afraid the whole person would be split in half by this knife.

But just in the next moment, Meng Fan raised his hand and punched without any hesitation. He didn't retreat but moved forward with a punch in the direction of the phantom, without any estimation of his own injury.

Rao did not expect that Meng Fan would be so crisp and cruel.

With the palm of his hand, the person who shot his hand drew his knife back, volleyed in front of him, resisted the power of Meng Fan's riot, and stopped the remaining force of the sword like a tide.

Whoosh!

Stepping back several tens of meters, everyone found that the man with the knife was a blue-robed young man with a cold face. Standing between the world, there was a kind of overbearing arrogance.

At a young age, but that terrifying murderous intent was not concealed. The people surrounding this young man were trembling, and they backed away again and again.

Obviously, the person who shot is definitely a peerless Tianjiao-level existence, standing in this midair with a knife, faintly like a star in the world, with a powerful aura and Meng Fan facing each other.

Under the confrontation between the two powerhouses, everything in Zhou Tian suddenly felt a kind of stillness, as if everything was sealed and the world was frozen.

Under this scene, the noisy crowd suddenly came to a standstill, and countless eyes focused on the two of them. At this moment, I have to say that both of them have that kind of hidden sharpness, just like two magic soldiers. The sharp weapon comes out of the body at the same time, and if there is a collision, it will be judged directly, splashing blood directly.

With his eyes facing each other, Meng Fan couldn't help but raised his brows, staring at the young man’s face, and immediately uttered three words.

"Bing Wuxin!?"

Obviously, scanning with Meng Fan's spiritual sense is to discover that the latter is not a human, but there is a powerful and unparalleled fluctuation of vitality in his body, spreading throughout the sky.

Obviously, the latter's own realm of vitality made Meng Fan unable to understand, but at such an age, it has such a powerful aura, especially this sword makes Meng Fan have a taste of deja vu.

So Meng Fan suddenly understood and said indifferently.

"Yes, it's me!"

In the distance, Bing Wuxin nodded, staring at Meng Fan with a pair of eyes. At this moment, without any words, the two Tianjiao, each with invincible belief, met, but there was only one battle.

Even though he didn't speak, there was a kind of warfare in his eyes.

The sea prince Bing Wuxin!

The crowd was in an uproar, and they couldn't think of the people who shot so much. You must know that the ancient sea clan was in the ancient era, but it is rumored that it is also qualified to step into the imperial palace, and it is the supreme overlord.

It was just some changes that made it sit in the Ten Thousand Beast Realm, but its status and background are almost the same as those of the Battle Hall.

And how powerful is the generation of pure-blooded masters he cultivated vigorously.

Suddenly, there was a tumult around the whole world, and it was extremely lively no matter in this square or outside this square.

Obviously, the collision on the Plaza of Fire has attracted countless eyes, including the old monster powerhouse who had been sitting quietly before. At this moment, his expression changed and his eyes focused on the field.

You must know that these five major squares only provide the starting place for all Tianjiao, and the real battle is yet to come. However, it is unexpected that the two sides have already rioted in this kind of yuan pressure system, and directly confronted each other.

In addition, the two great arrogances made their shots. Under this scene, it was simply the first battle to ignite this grand gathering of hundreds of races, making everyone in the field excited.

Despite countless shocking gazes, Meng Fan smiled slightly and said calmly.

"Very well, I heard you have been looking for me, I am here, how?"

Blood dripped from the palm of his hand, but at this moment, an arc was drawn above the corners of Meng Fan's mouth. The more powerful the existence of Bing Wuxin, the more powerful the existence of Bing Wuxin, which also allowed the blood in Meng's body to speed up, but it was a fighting spirit. Full.

"Of course...cut you!"

Bing Wuxin uttered a few words, but before he could move, in the next moment, a voice fell around the world.

"If you kill him, count me!"

Accompanied by such a voice, a black-robed man walked out slowly among the crowd. He had been hiding in the crowd before and did not make a move.

However, the moment the blood was released, it shook the sky. The black robe man stood volley between the sky and the earth. He was also not very old. His eyes flickered. Even though his vitality was already suppressed, no matter who it was, everyone was. Can feel that kind of shocking vitality fluctuations, affecting Zhou Tian.

"He is... Mo Qingtian!"

"Yes, it's him, this demon of the same age!"

After a while, someone saw the black-robed man's face and suddenly shouted, suddenly causing this already boiling world to explode.

Moyun Tower, Mo Qingtian!

There is no doubt that Mo Qingtian among the entire Moyun Tower can be described as the first person to rise recently, having swept everything in just over 20 years.

But now it is also on this square, and it is still aimed at Meng Fan. At this moment, it can be said that everyone in the field has a feeling of solidification on their faces.

Only a grand gathering of hundreds of races can you see so many geniuses gathering!

"Then it's better... count me!"

Before everyone was digested, another man walked out among the crowd in the next moment. He appeared in the sky, dressed in a white shirt, holding a folding fan in his hand, and with a gentle smile on his face, but he was extremely cold. the taste of.

"Ouyang Lei is my friend... so I want to do it for him!"

Seeing this white-clothed youth, the expression on the faces of the people around him solidified, I was a little puzzled, and didn't understand the true identity of the white-clothed youth. But at this moment, after seeing the older generation of experts, their eyes flashed, and there was a deep shock in their eyes.

"If you are not mistaken, this should be...Bai Lie!"

"Yes, it's the same era as Ouyang Lei. It should be almost 200 years old now, but the latter caused a catastrophe and disappeared for a hundred years!"

Above the altar, a few old monster-level powerhouses whispered privately, but they didn't hide it. This voice spread throughout the world, instantly solidifying the expressions on countless faces. We must know that there are three strong players in the field between the fingers, one is more horrible, whether it is Bing Wuxin or Mo Qingtian, each of them dominates a huge area, plus a mysterious and unpredictable. Bai Lie, and this moment is also aimed at Meng Fan.

I have to say that this is really terrible!

Under this kind of breath, the three figures floated into the sky at the same time, and the majestic breath was overwhelmingly pressed towards Meng Fan in an instant. The three looked at each other, and they all felt the aura of killing Meng Fan in each other’s eyes, and they all nodded.

"It's good, I cut this little beast here to avoid trouble entering it!"

"Yes, with the strength of the three of me, we directly besieged and severed his qualifications to participate in this grand gathering of hundreds of races!"

Bing Wuxin and Mo Qingtian exchanged glances in the void, and said indifferently. The words were full of ridicule, and it was a disguised blow to Meng Fan, causing the surrounding crowd to tremble. How could they never think that there would be no way out of this square of fire. The gathering of the three masters is really shocking.

"Oh?"

In the midair, Meng Fan's expression remained unchanged, and immediately fell on Zhan Feng'er, asking softly,

"Why, do you want to shoot together?"

Hearing this, Zhan Feng'er's expression changed, she glanced at Mo Qingtian indifferently, but shook her head and said calmly.

"I am definitely looking for you to settle the account, but...may not kill you, let alone fight with him, but you have to ask for your own blessing now, but I want to save my strength and keep it to get the treasure of the Temple of War, you Do it yourself!"

Obviously, Zhan Feng'er stopped the offensive after Meng Fan's attack before, and did not continue to advance. Obviously, he knew of Meng Fan's recent moves.

Although these words were full of resentment, there was a reminder in Zhan Feng'er's eyes looking at Meng Fan.

The three peerless Tianjiao can be called a life and death game!

In this case, no matter who it is, I am afraid it will be **** on the spot. While standing between the places, Meng Fan's gaze swept around, but he laughed and said word by word.

"If this is the case, then I will be looking for you one by one, a group of so-called Tianjiao who want to take action against me... who else, come together!"

The words are powerful, resounding through the world, even under the pressure of the three powerhouses, it is clear that there is an unimaginable dominance in Meng Fan's voice, and he will not give in!

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