Chapter 890: Ling Chengdao

Chapter VIII, Ling Family Patriarch Ling Chengdao

"Xiao Fan, don't you want to see my battle spirit?" Ling Tian licked his lips, with an evil smile on his face, "Do you know why no one knows what my battle spirit is?"

Xiao Fan's expression became solemn when he heard the words, his eyes staring at the flames on Ling Tian's body, his heart couldn't calm down.

This flame exudes a familiar spirit power aura, and he is very familiar with fluctuations.

"Endless Battle Soul?" Xiao Fan almost called out in his heart. Yes, the flame on Ling Tian's body is nothing but the flame of endless battle soul.

If it were before, Xiao Fan would never believe that Ling Tian also possessed the flames of endless battle souls, but last time Xiao Fan received a wisp of endless battle soul fires in the Blood Tower, he knew that the endless battle souls on his body were not complete.

Xiao Fan wasn't worried about how strong Ling Tian got the remnant flames of the endless battle soul. What he was worried about was whether Ling Tian got a part of the Asura inheritance.

"I can tell you, it's not that no one has seen my battle soul, but the people who have seen my battle soul are dead." Ling Tian stood in the sky, overlooking Xiao Fan from a high altitude, as if looking down at an ant.

"What are you talking about?" Xiao Fan recovered and looked at Ling Tiandao proudly.

Ling Tian almost broke out when he heard this. He originally thought Xiao Fan was scared, but how did he know that Xiao Fan didn't even hear what he said.

On purpose, this guy definitely did it on purpose!

"Who killed the Bingdie?" Just as Ling Tian was about to release the battle spirit, an angry shout suddenly sounded, and then, an unmatched power surged.

The crowd felt their heads stunned, their scalp almost exploded, and even blood vessels swelled up.

Some monks even vomited a mouthful of blood, and they couldn't bear the pressure just before people arrived.

At this moment, the sky was silent, and most of the cultivators present wanted to find the owner of the voice, but found that they couldn't raise their heads at all.

Some monks even knelt on the ground with a thud.

"War Holy Realm!" someone cried out in horror. Even the warrior realm cultivators could not withstand the pressure, and only the powerful war holy realm could do this step.

After all, even if it is the peak of the Emperor of War, it is impossible to make the cultivator of the Emperor of War to kneel down across countless distances just by virtue of its momentum.

Xiao Fan's face was extremely solemn, the other party came for Ling Bingdie, but Ling Bingdie was killed by him, it is strange that Xiao Fan could not be nervous.

"Yingfeng, Crazy Wolf, Yunxi, Xiaojin, you see the right time to escape, I will block here." Xiao Fan secretly spoke to Xiaojin and the others.

He knew very well that it was impossible for the Chu family's battle saints to let him go. He himself was not worried, but was worried about Xiaojin's safety.

Wanting to escape from the Battle Saint Realm, for him, if it were before the auction, there would be absolutely no life, but now, when Xiao Fan wants to leave, a Battle Saint Realm may not be able to stop him, but bring them with Shadow Wind Not necessarily.

"My son, we won't leave." The crazy wolf shook his head, his eyes were very firm. He didn't speak this sentence, but said it.

"If you want to go, none of you can go!" Ling Tian laughed. It would be possible if they left just now, but Xiao Fan and the others still want to go now, they definitely can't.

As soon as Ling Tian's voice fell, a huge storm of soul power blew up in the center of the field. When the crowd looked up, a figure suddenly appeared in the center of the field.

It was a man in a golden robe, he was not very old, he was about fifty years old, his face was cold, his eyes were star-like, deep, his hands held up, he exuded a terrible aura invisibly.

"Who dared to kill my daughter?" The man in the golden robe spit out coldly, and looked around with cold eyes. When he saw the countless corpses in the center of the square, he couldn't help frowning.

He hadn't discovered what it was just now, and it was only now that he came back to his senses. It turned out to be a pile of corpses. After a cursory glance, it turned out to be as many as tens of thousands. What happened here?

The spirit power swept away, and he saw Ling Bingdie's corpse at a glance, a terrible coldness radiated from him, and the surrounding monks were chilled.

"Ling Chengdao, the Patriarch of the Ling Family, came in person?" Many people recognized the man in the golden robe, with a look of horror in their eyes.

But thinking of Ling Bingdie's death, the crowd was relieved. If their daughter died, she would definitely come as soon as possible.

"Who is it!" Ling Chengdao, the head of the Ling family, almost roared out. He never thought that his daughter would die here. The key is that the Lingyun Chamber of Commerce is still the site of his Ling family.

Someone dared to kill his daughter on the territory of Ling's family. This is nothing short of daring!

"Xiao Fan is in trouble this time." Su Moxuanyu squeezed her hand and looked up at the sky: "I just hope that Dad can arrive as soon as possible."

"I knew that I should have taken action just now. Ling Chengdao came personally, let alone me, even my father couldn't save him. It's a pity." Chu Yannan also sighed.

But what he said was a pity not that Xiao Fan would die, but a pity that he could not subdue Xiao Fan.

Upon hearing Ling Chengdao's words, the eyes of the crowd fell on Xiao Fan.

"Father, he killed the Bingdie." Ling Tian raised his long sword and glared at Xiao Fandao. The flames around him slowly converged. Obviously, there is no need to expose his battle soul now.

"You dare to kill my daughter, who gave you the courage to bear the heart and leopard?" Ling Chengdao stared at Xiao Fan when he saw this.

puff!

Xiao Fan spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face flushed, and his body flew upside down like a cannonball, hitting the ground fiercely, splashing countless dust.

Xiao Fan could not bear the spirit power breath alone. This is the gap between the Battle Emperor Realm and the Battle Saint Realm. Breaking through the Battle Saint Realm, what you understand is the real power of the world, how can it be the enemy of the War Emperor Realm? ?

"Young Master!" Crazy Wolf, Yingfeng, Yunxi and Xiaojin all ran over.

"Father, these are Xiao Fan's accomplices, and Bingdie's death will take part in them." Ling Feng looked at Xiao Fan indifferently. In his eyes, Xiao Fan was already a dead person.

"Then all die!" Ling Chengdao didn't have any emotion in his eyes, raising his hand, a ball of fire went straight to Xiao Fan and the others.

The fireball was not big, but it quickly grew bigger in the process of flying towards Xiao Fan and the others, instantly turning into a sea of ​​fire. In his eyes, the Battle Emperor Realm was just a group of ants, and it was not worthy of him to take it seriously.

If it weren't for Xiao Fan and they killed his daughter, Ling Chengdao hadn't even thought of doing it himself.

"Brother Chengdao, please be merciful." Seeing that the sea of ​​fire was about to approach Xiao Fan and the others, another voice sounded. Then, an ice wall blocked Xiao Fan and the others, blocking the sea of ​​fire as much as possible.

"Another battle saint?" The crowd trembled suddenly, looking at the distance in horror. Today, so many battle saint powerhouses appeared, how could this calm them.

Su Moxuan in the distance saw this, her pale face finally returned to a smile.

"Sister, I came in time." Almost at the same time, a figure flashed and appeared beside Su Moxuan.