Chapter 43: Laughing in this life

Chapter One Zero Three Three

Zhan Fenglei gave an order, and the five War God Temple elders he was referring to naturally did not dare to disobey, and walked out embarrassedly, his eyes full of fear.

Lu Zhan Sanjian killed four people, especially their great elder Zhan Kuangzun, which is not something ordinary people can do.

Among the people present, apart from Zhan Fenglei, no one is better than Zhan Kuangzun. If they go up, if Lu Zhan can cut a sword, it is estimated that they will only be killed by a spike.

Lu Zhan stood up slowly, his footsteps were vacant, he just walked a few steps, and suddenly fell towards the ground.

"Haha, he is really dying, quick, kill him." One of the elders laughed loudly.

Several other people came back and quickly culled towards Lu Zhan's place.

At this moment, Xiao Fan also woke up, the aura on his body was majestic and majestic, and he had obviously successfully broken through to the peak of the war emperor.

"Smelly hooligan, you are awake, senior him." The little witch saw Xiao Fan wake up, she was surprised at first, and then became extremely anxious.

Lu Zhan was almost exhausted to save them. They were so grateful that no one wanted to see Lu Zhan die.

Xiao Fan followed the little witch's gaze, and when he saw Lu Zhan's state at the moment, his face was slightly moved, his eyes were extremely red.

With his eyesight, he could tell at a glance that Lu Zhan's vitality was almost exhausted, he was almost like a dead man, and he insisted on almost relying on a will.

"Xiao Fan, you finally woke up, quickly, cast a magical technique on me, so that you will also know the information I know. I don't have time to tell you one by one now." Lu heard from Xiao Fan's ear. The voice of war.

Lu Zhan didn't dare to speak. Once he did, he would let out his last breath. It is estimated that he would fall down in the first place. The reason why he persisted until now was waiting for Xiao Fan.

"Senior!" Xiao Fan's expression was complicated, and he was full of awe for Lu Zhan. Even if he died, Lu Zhan had to embody his value to the maximum.

But how can Xiao Fan play it? Lu Zhan is his great benefactor!

Exercising the magical technique is a blasphemy against this great benefactor. Even if Lu Zhan's life is not long, it can even be said that he is now a living dead.

"What is the appearance of a big man's mother-in-law? I only have three requirements for you. First, continue walking with the blood building. Second, I have one last sword. You will show it for me. Third, forget it. As long as you complete the first two points, then I will die without regret." Lu Zhan shouted sharply.

Xiao Fan could feel that Lu Zhan was obviously suffocated when talking about the third requirement. He took a deep breath and finally nodded and said, "Okay!"

In the next moment, Xiao Fan stepped on the Thousand Miles of Light Technique and instantly continued to be at Lu Zhan's location, much faster than the opposite Five Great Wars Holy Realm. Those people still had some fear of Lu Zhan.

The moment Xiao Fan appeared in front of Lu Zhan, two green rays of light shot out from his eyes, instantly occupying Lu Zhan's will, Lu Zhan did not have any resistance, Xiao Fan's thoughts of controlling him were naturally simple.

Immediately afterwards, countless images appeared in his mind, and Xiao Fan almost knew exactly what happened in the Blood Tower this month.

"Senior!" Xiao Fan gritted his teeth, and two lines of tears flowed from his eyes. The man did not flick when he had tears, just because he did not reach the point of sadness.

Xiao Fan finally knew that Lu Zhan was only because he had promised the drunkard that he had to wait until he had been, so his will was firmly supported, only to fulfill this promise.

Otherwise, Lu Zhan would have run out of oil and lights ten days ago, and would not survive until now.

"Xiao Fan, don't forget my two requirements." Lu Zhan's muddy eyes suddenly became clearer, which was obviously a reflection.

"Senior, don't worry, there are more than two, and I will do my best to fulfill your third request." Xiao Fan said solemnly.

Reading Lu Zhan's memory, Xiao Fan already knew the third requirement that Lu Zhan hadn't said before. This was also Xiao Fan's guarantee to Lu Zhan.

"He has no vitality, he is dead!" One of the elders of the Temple of War suddenly exclaimed, they are always paying attention to Lu Zhan's state.

At this moment, Lu Zhan had no life in his body and was already a dead person.

"In that case, we don't need to take action. Kill him by the way." Another elder said, even if he knew Xiao Fan was the head of the Asura Palace, he didn't take Xiao Fan's strength to heart.

They may be afraid to fight alone, but they are five people. If even a kid at the peak of the war emperor can't be killed, then they will have no face to live in the world.

"Kill him." The other four people also moved at the same time, culling towards Xiao Fan.

Xiao Fan's icy eyes looked at the five people who had been killed, and the cold murderous intent bloomed from him, and a fierce light suddenly appeared.

Seeing that the five people were about to approach, Xiao Fan's thoughts moved, and he uttered a cold sentence: "This life is a chuckling God!"

As soon as the voice fell, Lu Zhan, who had lost his vitality, suddenly moved again. This scene scared the five people very much. The first thing they thought of was to escape.

However, their speed was very fast, and they were only twenty or thirty feet away from Lu Zhan, and it was too late to stop their figure immediately.

With a cry, Lu Zhan disappeared in a flash, disappearing in the same place in an instant, only to see a flash in the void.

puff!

There was a crisp sound, as if the void had been pierced by a sword. All the five elders of the God of War Temple stretched out their hands to cover their necks, and then their heads rolled down, falling towards the void.

At the same time, five blood-colored fountains several meters high shot up into the sky, abnormally magnificent and sad.

"Hiss~" The voice of the crowd sucking in air-conditioning sounded, and their hearts could not be calm for a long time.

It was another sword, and actually killed the five great saints. Is this really the Lu Zhan who is exhausted?

Didn't Zhan Fenglei say that he has no resistance? How can you kill the Five Great Saints now?

Everyone couldn't help looking at Zhan Fenglei weirdly, and the Hallmaster of the Hall of War God, speaking like farting.

Zhan Fenglei's expression was not much better, the countless contemptuous eyes around him made him very unhappy, and his cold eyes fell on Lu Zhan.

Lu Zhan's body quickly fell towards the ground. There was a figure there, catching him, and that person was naturally Xiao Fan.

"One sword of Canglan breaks through the sky, two bottles of dirty wine will know your heart, the past life will turn your name into the mortal world, and this life will chuckle the gods." Someone came back to his senses and muttered words.

These four sentences are Lu Zhan's four swords, each sword is outstanding, each sword is stunning and brilliant, each sword is peerless and sharp.

People can't imagine that if Lu Zhan had never been injured, who could withstand such a sword technique.

"Huh!" Zhan Fenglei snorted coldly, and the murderous intent bloomed, and suddenly disappeared in place, hitting Lu Zhan's body.

Lu Zhan made him lose face, he was also angry, even if Lu Zhan died, he did not intend to let it go.

"roll!"

Xiao Fan shouted angrily and quickly retreated with Lu Zhan. The aura of the wind and thunder broke out in a terrifying manner. He now took Lu Zhan and was no opponent at all.

However, Zhanfenglei didn't plan to let Lu Zhan's body go, and also planned to kill Xiao Fan by the way.

Seeing Zhan Fenglei's palms approaching, Xiao Fan's pupils trembled abruptly, preparing to use Shura's divine wings to escape.

Anyway, his identity has been exposed, and he has no scruples.

However, at this moment, a white light flashed in front of his eyes, and Xiao Fan halted the thought of using Shura's divine wings.