Chapter 558: What about killing you?

How about killing you in chapters five and eight?

Since you want to die, fulfill you!

The open and confident words echoed in the void for a long time, and the crowd felt breathless, and they were all shocked by Xiao Fan's domineering.

Is he really Ning Wusheng's opponent?

"Haha, yellow-mouthed kid, except for that weird sword, you think you are a thing, don't crush your bones and ashes, it's hard to vent my hatred." Ning Wusheng showed a hideous face, turned into a stream of light and charged towards Xiao Fan .

Suddenly, a panic radiated from his body, and blood was soaring into the sky. Above his head, a huge wolf suddenly appeared.

It was still a giant wolf with blood-colored hair all over, and the hair roots stood up, like a cast of **** gold, and there were three eyes in the center of the giant wolf's eyebrows.

Two of the eyes were extremely red, without eyeballs, and the entire pupils were bloody, but the third eye was a vertical eye, just closed.

"Eight-Rank Battle Soul Blood and Greedy Wolf!" The crowd recognized Ning Wusheng's Battle Soul at a glance, and they were so scared that they retreated, for fear of encountering Wuwang disaster.

"Blood greedy wolves?" Xiao Fan's expression condensed slightly. He also understood some of the weirdness of the **** greedy wolves. He was extremely bloodthirsty and decisive.

Even among the soul beasts, the attack of the **** greedy wolf is extremely powerful.

Of course, the most weird thing is the vertical eye at the center of its eyebrows. When it is opened, it can emit a light of destruction, even if the monks of the same rank dare not confront directly.

Xiao Fan took a deep breath. There really isn't one simple head of these big families.

If it hadn't been too difficult for the Battle Emperor Realm to break through the Battle Emperor Realm, the battle spirit was only one aspect, perhaps Ning Wusheng had taken that step long ago.

"Roar!"

In the void, the blood-colored giant wolf roared, shaking the void, and a grin flashed in Ning Wusheng's eyes, and instantly appeared in front of Xiao Fan.

Xiao Fan did not retreat but advances, the ghost of the war soul emerged, and his robes were stirred by the terrifying soul power. He was fearless and fearless, even if the opponent was the emperor and the emperor, he was also fearless.

"Fist of Slaughter!"

Ning Wusheng slammed Xiao Fan's chest with a terrifying punch, and his eyes were extremely red, with a bloodthirsty fierce light.

Xiao Fan's expression was cold, and he greeted him with the same punch, all his soul power gathered on his fist, and he fought with Ning Wusheng's fist.

boom! The two fists collided, and the terrifying force of the wind seemed to shatter the high altitude, a **** wave of light swept in all directions, the fire marble on the street was directly cut open, and a deep gully appeared.

Boom!

Suddenly, Xiao Fan's body flew out, like a beam of light, rushing towards the distant buildings.

The buildings collapsed one after another, dust was everywhere, and the terrible sound vibrated dozens of miles around.

"Roar!" At this moment, a roar sounded, and Xiaojin turned into a stream of light, killing Ning Wusheng, burning the power of flames all over his body.

"This soul beast is really looking for death. Even Xiao Fan is not an opponent. Didn't he go up and die?" The crowd looked disdainful, and many people were eager for Xiao Fan to die.

"Xiaojin, stop." At this moment, there was an explosion, and Xiao Jin suddenly stopped his figure and stared at Ning Wusheng fiercely.

Amidst the ruins, an embarrassed figure slowly rose into the air. Who else but Xiao Fan?

The people around him trembled and looked at Xiao Fan in surprise, as if to say that they weren't dead. Could Xiao Fan be the Xiaoqiang who couldn't beat him?

His clothes were shattered, and a trace of scarlet blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. He looked at Ning Wusheng indifferently, and said with a look of disdain: "Stop the chicken with a sledge knife? There is no need to let you do it!"

How about using a sledgehammer?

The crowd heard this and looked at Xiao Fan dumbfounded. This guy is still arrogant. Your little lion, that is, the strength of the middle stage of the seventh stage, how strong can it be?

You even dare to speak up here, killing chickens without a sledgehammer? Is this comparing Ning Wusheng to a chicken?

"Babbit, your strength is indeed beyond my imagination, but in front of me, it is still just an ant. Let's use your sword again, otherwise, you will never have any chance." Ning Wusheng grinned, his figure and The **** greedy wolves merged together, and the whole body jumped high, trying to slap Xiao Fan to pieces.

"Human soul is one? Are you afraid?" Xiao Fan grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

Holding his right hand on the hilt of the Shura sword, ready to use the sword of killing at any time, the hearts of the crowd were instantly tense.

Fatty, Guan Xiaoqi, the mad wolf and others clenched their fists, ready to rush forward at any time.

The Sword Emperor and the Fire Emperor looked at each other and were ready to take action at any time.

"My boy, it shouldn't be your bottom line before. Let me see what your bottom line is." In the corner, the drunkard squinted his eyes as if he wanted to see Xiao Fan through.

Xiao Fan stood in the air, watching Ning Wusheng kill him, his expression was indifferent, his messy hair and shadow wind wafting, quietly waiting for Ning Wusheng's arrival.

The crowd squeezed a cold sweat for Xiao Fan. Even if you can't beat him, you can run away. Why stand there motionless.

"Boy, die! Remember to be a human being in the next life, don't be so pretentious! There are many people who can kill you! Chuan'er, your revenge, daddy has reported it for you!" Seeing Xiao Fan unmoved, Ning Wusheng's mouth appeared. Gave a cruel smile.

In his opinion, Xiao Fan is already waiting to die!

The domineering claws lifted up, seemingly slow, but they were almost reaching the limit, but because they couldn't catch them with the naked eye, they formed a double shadow in the void.

"Heh!" At this moment, Xiao Fan showed a chuckle at the corner of his mouth.

Moan! The Shura sword was out of its sheath again. This time, it was even more different from before. Without any sharp light, it was like an ordinary sword drawing action.

Seeing Xiao Fan's actions, the crowd stared wide-eyed, trying to see clearly, but what disappointed them was that there was nothing.

Only a few people's pupils shrank slightly, Lou Aotian and Sword Emperor were two of them, because they finally saw Xiao Fan's sword clearly.

"Gather all the sword aura, sword intent, and soul power at one point, and explode ten times, or even a hundred times the attack power, it is no wonder that they can kill the peak of the Emperor of War." The two people trembled, as if they had some understanding in an instant.

"Haha, that's the case, you are just a coincidence, it seems that you are still too overestimated." Ning Wusheng laughed wildly, and he also saw Xiao Fan's sword clearly.

"Fool, Ning Wusheng is like this? What if you see it clearly, can you stop it?" The fat man looked disdainful.

As soon as the voice fell, Ning Wusheng's laughter suddenly came, and the claws of the **** greedy wolf froze in vain.

"What's the matter?" The crowd didn't know why, and their faces were full of doubts.

"Puff!" In vain, Ning Wusheng spouted a mouthful of blood, and a look of panic flashed in his eyes, glaring at Xiao Fan, and trembling: "You, you..."

"What are you, you mean I dare to kill you, right?" Xiao Fan slowly retracted the Shura sword, "I've heard many people say this, but what I want to say is, what about killing you? "

Speaking of this, Xiao Fan shot a sharp sword aura in his eyes, cold and ruthless.

"Ah~" Ning Wusheng roared up to the sky, and suddenly, the **** greed of the wolf's momentum increased, and the whole body was rolling.

"No, the **** greedy wolf wants to open the third eye." Someone screamed, and ran away without hesitation, never daring to stay here again.