Chapter 1147: Xiao Fan's deterrent

The first one forty seven chapters Xiao Fan's deterrent

There are a lot of people from the Temple of War God, hundreds of thousands in the Emperor Realm, and dozens of the Saint Realm, but most of them are in the early stage of the battle, and there are only eight middle stages of the War.

After all, there are only so many battle sacred realms in Wushuang Holy City, let alone the middle stage of the battle.

If it hadn't been for Si Kongyu to mobilize the Battle Saint Realm of the Battle Soul Palace, and also found five or six middle Battle Saints from other places, it would probably be less.

Si Kongyu found so many people because he suffered a loss in Bei Lao's hands, so he wanted to use absolute strength to frighten these villagers.

As for the people in the Temple of War, many people are extremely disdainful. Do you still need so many people to kill a fallen imperial capital? Even the four elders of the headquarters of the Temple of War were dispatched.

But now they are a little grateful. Fortunately, it's not just them who came, or else they didn't know how to die.

Seeing the people from the Temple of War came to kill, there was almost nothing left of fear in the Great Li Dynasty.

Hundreds of war emperor realms, how many people are there in the big dynasty? It is estimated that ten of them cannot be found, and even the Sword Emperor and the Fire Emperor are only in the middle of the war.

Both of them are only Grade 8 Battle Souls, with limited talents. If they were strong enough, they would have entered the Battle Soul Hall long ago. How could they be teachers in the Battle Soul Academy?

"Brothers, be careful, everyone!" Xiao Fan glanced at a few people in Ling Feng, then casually threw a jade bottle to them, and then flew towards the sky.

A pair of blood-colored bone wings appeared behind him, holding an Asura sword, blood was boiling inside his body, leaving behind shadows in the void.

"Ah~" The screams were endless, those in the early stage of the Battle Saint Realm were in front of Xiao Fan, not to mention the Battle Emperor Realm.

Where Xiao Fan went, there were a few broken arms and limbs, and the blood mist was filled with it, and it was almost an asura field.

This is true even in the early stage of the Battle of the Holy Realm, not to mention the warrior monks. In fact, most of the warrior monks are from the Battle Soul Palace, and they have heard about Xiao Fan.

When Xiao Fan exuded the aura of the Battle Saint Realm, they were already shocked. You must know that Xiao Fan, the Killing God, would dare to fight several big families in the Battle Emperor Realm.

Ten months ago, the scene where Xiao Fan was slaughtered to the heavens by himself was still vividly remembered by many people. They didn't dare to confront such a killing god.

At that time, the Lord of the War God Temple, Zhan Fenglei, was so powerful, and also used the power of the gods, wasn't it also killed by Xiao Fan?

It seems that at that time, Xiao Fan was only at the peak of the Battle Emperor Realm. Now that he has broken through the Battle Saint Realm, wouldn't he be able to wrestle with the Battle Saint Peak?

Most of them were actually war spirit temple monks, who were forcibly asked by Si Kongyu from Ye Shishui. At that time, Ye Chenshui wanted to refuse, but he did not dare to violate Si Kongyu's orders.

Si Kongyu wanted to play him like playing. Even the ancient Ye family, he had to give Sikongyu a face, let alone Ye Dishui.

Xiao Fan actually guessed the identities of these people. Except for the peak cultivators of the Battle Emperor, the others should all belong to the Battle Soul Palace.

He originally didn't want to kill, but he couldn't just watch the Dali Emperor's destruction, so he had to kill.

However, Xiao Fan didn't mean to kill them all, as long as these people ran away by themselves, he didn't intend to chase them down.

"Run!"

"You will definitely die if you stay here. Don't be an enemy of Xiao Fan in this life."

"I'm not from the Temple of War God, I'm from the Temple of War Soul, don't kill me."

Seeing Xiao Fan's ferocity, those warrior monks began to flee in succession, and even several war holy monks fled without regard to their faces.

All the monks who had seen Xiao Fan slaughter the six great clans on the Great Heaven and the Temple of War had no intention of fighting, and he was not an enemy of the same rank in his hands. How could they fight in these war emperor realms?

Are you still rushing to die? They hadn't really felt the threat of death before, so they didn't dare to easily disobey the order, and even had some luck, thinking that someone would block Xiao Fan.

But now that death is so close to them, many people's defenses have been breached. If you don't run away now, when will you wait?

"All back to this seat, runaways, die!" Si Kongyu roared angrily. If it were normal, he would have killed one of them.

But now being entangled by a drunkard, I can't get out of it at all.

In a moment, there were only a dozen cultivators at the Saint Realm, and everyone looked around with dumbfounded expressions. How could they all run away?

Ten of them all felt like they were being tricked, Zi Wuming ran away, and now so many people ran away.

Not all the three elders of the Temple of War are here, is it necessary to run?

They really don't understand why those people want to run away. Xiao Fan is very strong, but not invincible. If dozens of battle sacred realms go together, wouldn't it be possible to kill him?

"Go!" At this moment, another monk spoke, and then he turned and left without hesitation. He faintly felt uneasy. So many people ran away, there must be something strange.

When the other cultivators in the early stage of the Battle Saint Realm saw this, where did they have the thought of fighting Xiao Fan, the ordinary Battle Saint in the early stage was like killing a chicken in his hands, what is the difference between staying and waiting for death?

However, there are also five cultivators who stayed in the middle of the battle. They are obviously not strong in the Southern Territory, otherwise they would definitely not dare to be arrogant in front of Xiao Fan.

Luo Yuluo was nowhere to be seen. He didn't run at this time. Could he stay and wait for death?

"There are only these few left?" Bei Chenfeng looked at the sky weirdly, with surprises in his eyes. He felt that although Xiao Fan was strong, he was not so perverted.

Even Ling Feng, Fatty and Guan Xiaoqi were puzzled, especially those people who looked at Xiao Fan's eyes were full of fear, which was abnormal.

The people who had left the emperor were all dumbfounded, and the monks who were still running also stopped suddenly, their eyes widened, and their mouths were enough to stuff a duck egg.

Most people have a question in their minds: Shouldn't it be us who should run away? How did the people from the Temple of War escape?

Is it really afraid of Xiao Fan, is Xiao Fan's deterrence so terrifying? One person scared away hundreds of powerful people in the Battle Soul Palace.

Xiao Fan's expression was very calm, as if all this had already been expected by him.

An icy gaze swept across the five middle stages of the Battle Saint Realm, Xiao Fan was about to continue his shot, but at this moment a voice rang in the distance.

"The third child, these are left for us to play." Fatty's voice came. They are not as perverted as Xiao Fan, and they need actual combat experience to become stronger.

Xiao Fan nodded and said, "Then the lives of these people are handed over to you. You can use the power in the bottle I just gave you, and maybe it can help you."

"Okay!" The few people nodded, Ling Feng, Fatty, Guan Xiaoqi, Bei Chenfeng and Xiao Jin stepped into the air and walked towards the five mid-sage battles.

Even if they are only the early stage of the battle, they still have no fear in the middle of the battle.

"With Xiaojin, there should be no problem with their safety." Xiao Fan squinted his eyes, his mind did not remain on the few people, but turned to look at the battlefield where the high-altitude drunkard is, his eyes full of solemnity. color.