Chapter 108: Does it matter who you are?

Does it matter who you are in Chapter 1 098?

Hope the afterlife will be normal!

Xiao Fan's plain words echoed in everyone's ears, and the corners of everyone's lips twitched. Xiao Fan is really not an ordinary shabby person, but this is not wrong. Who calls Yan Luozi not a man or a woman?

Xiao Fan waved his detective hand, and Yan Luozi's body suddenly turned into ice sculptures and broke apart, covering the ground.

Originally, Xiao Fan could kill Yan Luozi and even torture him, but when he saw Murongxue like this, Xiao Fan changed his mind.

If Yan Luozi could cheer Murong Xue up, it would be considered waste utilization.

I wonder if Yan Luozi knows the thoughts in Xiao Fan's heart, will he come to life angrily, choose another way of death, or just commit suicide?

"My son, save us." Suddenly, a loud yell drew everyone's minds back, but they saw several figures escaping quickly towards them.

Xiao Fan turned his head and looked around, and recognized these people at a glance. It was Liuli and Yumian who were ruthless, but the one who spoke was Yumian ruthless.

The mad wolves looked around suspiciously, their eyes finally falling on Xiao Fan, full of weird colors, could it be that they were called Xiao Fan?

However, it seems that no one except Xiao Fan can save them. It's just that Yumian Ruqing and Liuli are not from the Yan Luo Mansion, how could they be called Young Master Xiao Fan?

Naturally, they didn't know that Xiao Fan had already tested them when he tried to kill the king, but at that time, Yumian Ruthless and Liuli were unwilling to submit to Xiao Fan.

Until now, they have nowhere to go. Only Xiao Fan can save them.

"Everyone, be careful." Xiao Fan left a sentence and disappeared in place. The crazy wolf and the others looked at Luo Yuluo with grim expressions.

In addition to the skeletons, it was Luo Yu who could only threaten their lives.

"Hey, why didn't those skeletons approach when the son was here just now, and now they are coming up again?" Yingfeng suddenly shouted.

"Perhaps it is because the son is the Lord of Asura." The mad wolf took a deep breath, and everyone nodded. There was a trace of firmness in the eyes of the mad wolf, as if he had made a certain decision, he thought to himself: "This After the incident, I should also tell the son."

"Hall Master Xiuluo, let me try how many catties you really have." There was a wild laugh not far away, and Sikong Cangjian saw Xiao Fan kill him, not surprised but delighted.

Then he stomped on his feet, and there was a faint sound of dragon roars on his body, and a wild and domineering force exuded all around him.

The mere strength caused the void to roar endlessly, all the skeletons around him exploded, and a huge crack opened in the ground.

Xiao Fan squinted his eyes, and the aura on Sikong Zangjian made him startled. This power is far inferior to Zhan Tianlong and Lei Hao, who are famous for their flesh and power.

"The people in the Temple of War are really different." A sense of expectation flashed in Xiao Fan's eyes, his robe rolled and moved, without any fear, standing there indifferently.

"How dare you ignore me? My punch, but the power of the five-headed dragon elephant, even in the middle of the battle, can't hold it hard, dare to underestimate me, death is your price." Sikong Zangjian was extremely angry, and he was full of anger. The light is even more prosperous.

Seeing that Sikong's hidden sword was about to approach, Xiao Fan finally moved. As soon as he stepped on it, the earth trembles suddenly, and a heavy feeling erupted from him.

If Sikong Tibetan Sword is a wild dragon, domineering and fierce, Xiao Fan is like a giant mountain, thick and majestic.

"Go back!" Xiao Fan's fist exploded like a meteor, and greeted Sikong's fist.

"boom!"

The strongmen finally collided together, and the terrible loud noise trembled the void, and sharp beams shot out from between the two fists, and the void was cut.

The spirit power storm surged in all directions, and the surrounding skeletons exploded, turning into powder and dissipating in the void.

Even the mad wolves who were several tens of feet away could not withstand the storm and retreated again and again. Fortunately, the skulls were even more unbearable. They exploded one after another, and it was rare for them to relax.

This process lasted more than ten breaths of time, and the two figures opened at the touch of a touch, and stepped back several tens of feet.

"Haha, it's not bad. You can withstand a punch of 50% of my strength. You have a good talent. As long as you surrender to me, I can't kill you." Sikong's hidden sword laughed, and his cold eyes swept towards Xiao Fan, his eyes are full of pride.

In his eyes, even if the Asura Palace Master, it was only in the early stage of the Battle Saint Realm, although he was still young, there were a lot of such people in the Temple of War.

He originally thought that the Palace Master Asura would be so powerful, but now it seems that it is nothing more than that, and he can barely take over his 50% strength.

Of course, this kind of strength is already very good in other holy cities. If Xiao Fan is willing to surrender, he is willing to let Xiao Fan go.

The thought that the Hall of Asura Hall would surrender himself, Sikong Zangjian laughed in his heart. This is something that many people want to do but cannot do, and he will do it today.

"Are you sick here?" Xiao Fan pointed to his head and looked at Sikong's hidden sword strangely.

He has seen a lot of proud people, Wushuang Holy City is everywhere, and the Holy City Eight Horses is the most prominent, but this Sikong Tibetan sword is no longer arrogant, but narcissistic.

"Do you dare to scold me? Do you know who I am, as long as I say a word, the world will fight to kill you!" Sikong Tibetan sword was very upset.

He is usually arrogant and domineering, and he has long developed the habit of dude. Hearing Xiao Fan insulting him, how could he stand this tone.

"Does it matter who you are?" Xiao Fan said lightly, "In my eyes, there is only the difference between the living and the dead. You are a living for the time being. If you want to die, I can fulfill you."

The strength of Sikong's Hidden Sword is good, and perhaps his identity is extraordinary, but none of this has anything to do with Xiao Fan. He wants to kill someone and never looks at his identity.

As he said, the only enemies in his eyes were the living and the dead. Sagong's hidden sword hadn't touched his bottom line, and Xiao Fan hadn't even wanted to kill him.

"Dead? Xiao Fan, you are very arrogant, but the person our Sikong Tibetan sword wants to kill has never been able to live." Sikong Tibetan sword's tone is getting colder and colder, "The pearl of rice, dare to bloom in front of the sun and the moon. ?"

"Could it be that the Temple of War is like you?" Xiao Fan wanted to laugh very coldly. He had learned about the identity of Sikong Tibetan Sword from Zhan Tianlong before, and that was exactly what made Xiao Fan even more contemptuous in his heart.

At this time, the mad wolf and the others had slowly leaned towards Xiao Fan's place. Only by Xiao Fan's side, the skeletons did not dare to approach. The current skeletons, even they were almost unable to withstand them.

"Don't resist." Xiao Fan looked at the mad wolf and the others and said, everyone nodded, Xiao Fan waved his hand, and the mad wolf and the others disappeared instantly.

"Space Secret Realm?" When Sikong Hidden Sword saw this, a greedy color flashed in his eyes, and he looked down at Xiao Fan from high above and said, "Xiao Fan, as long as you give me the space secret realm..."

"Don't talk so much bullshit, get out if you want to die, get out if you don't want to die."

Before Sikong Zangjian finished speaking, he was interrupted by Xiao Fan's words, and his patience had been worn out. This Skong Zangjian was too narcissistic.

Xiao Fan had already moved the real fire, and he could hear calluses in his ears. Anyway, he had an enmity with the Temple of War. If such a person was killed, he would kill.