For Wang Fan at this moment, these people intercepted him, and that was his life.

After all, behind him, there are seven holy emperors on the peak to chase after him.

If these people intercept themselves at this point, he will naturally not be merciful.

Those few people were completely stunned when they saw Wang Fan's behavior.

This guy is so badly injured, he dare to attack them? Simply outrageous!

"court death!"

"kill him!"

"I don't know what to promote, since you are looking for death, I will fulfill you."

Several people yelled, their souls ran away, and at the same time they killed Wang Fan.

But, how could they be Wang Fan's opponent?

The highest cultivation level of these people was only in the early stage of the Holy Emperor, and it was good to deal with some great emperors, but it was far from enough to deal with Wang Fan, even the seriously injured Wang Fan.

Wang Fan swept down with a sword, and amid a rumbling sound, the offensive of several people was instantly shattered.

In the next second, the bright sword light had penetrated their bodies.

However, Wang Fan didn't even look at them. He directly grabbed the ring of space from them and walked away.

At this moment of delay, he clearly felt that the enemy was getting closer and closer to him.

This is not a good thing.

Once he is caught up, then he is really in danger.

Wang Fan was furious, and while devouring resources frantically, he swiftly left.

At the same time, the blood on the top of his head has become thicker and thicker.

In this plain, countless geniuses gather, and there are countless geniuses who have fallen.

But Saint Emperor Peak, no matter whether it is a genius or not, it rarely falls.

Wang Fan immediately killed two peaks of the emperor, and a bunch of great emperors, the blood on that head was naturally very rich.

"What a terrible strength."

"Who is this person and why have you never heard of it?"

"Look, there is another strong person here."

At the same time, the monks around were also terrified.

They were fortunate that they didn't do anything, otherwise they would have become Wang Fan's soul under the sword.

Especially those who have the idea of ​​doing something, are shocked in a cold sweat.

Fortunately, Wang Fan didn't act on them, but went away quickly, which made them breathe a sigh of relief.

But, soon, their faces changed again.

Because of the distant sky, several powerful auras appeared again.

Soon, they saw a masked man killed over the sky, and the blood on his head was also very strong.

"Blood fire teaches blood slaughter?"

"Why is it him?"

"No wonder the previous person escaped so fast, it turned out to be targeted by him."

When seeing this person, the monks' complexions changed drastically, and they retreated one after another.

Xuetu, this is a resounding existence, a big demon who kills people without blinking.

This person is a genius in China, not a person here, but whether it is in China or in this foreign land, it is blood-stained, and I don't know how many strong people have been killed.

It is rumored that this person's way is to kill the way, killing for a living, murderous aura.

He doesn't need a reason to kill someone. If he feels unhappy, he can kill, or if you are unhappy, he can kill.

In short, this is a total lunatic.

Before Wang Fan came over, there were still many people who wanted to beat Wang Fan to pay attention, make an autumn wind, and rob or something.

But when the blood massacre came, those people retreated one after another, no one dared to stop.

And when Xue Tu saw those people, he was extremely angry.

"A bunch of trash!"

With a cold snort, he casually patted a **** palm print at the crowd, and the person was already far away.

The blood slaughter at this moment also suffocated his heart.

Facing the peak of the six holy emperors before, he suppressed his irritable temper and did not do anything.

But when you meet these ants, you don't have such a good temper.

He didn't even help him stop Wang Fan, it was damned.

A palm print was photographed, and the cultivators retreated one after another, but despite this, with two bangs, two people still couldn't dodge and died under the palm prints.

A touch of blood dissipated in the air and appeared on the top of Xue Tu's head. The blood color on Xue Tu's head was a bit rich again, of course, it was completely invisible to the naked eye.

Because the blood on the top of his head was already very thick, adding that little bit, it didn't make much difference anymore.

"Damn, this guy is a cruel man."

Wang Fan naturally saw that scene and cursed secretly in his heart.

Blood slaughter? Blood Fire?

Looks like a fierce existence, or a top enchanting genius?

He was speechless.

Such a person, what do you do to chase and kill yourself?

Also, those people just now were assholes.

When Wang Fan came over, many people were ready to move, and even a few short-eyed people jumped out.

But when the blood slaughter arrived, he even avoided it, which was obviously looking down on him.

Wang Fan was really upset, but he was helpless.

Now he feels he can't beat the blood butcher, he should run quickly.

As Wang Fan ran, he devoured resources and healing pills, cultivating crazily and recovering.

In his body, there is a rhyme of Taoism that is running on its own.

Wang Fan clearly felt that with the circulation of that great fortune, his injuries recovered faster, and the speed of absorbing those resources was also faster.

"It seems that what the old man penetrated into his body is a good thing." Wang Fan thought in his heart, and he was also delighted.

His mental power also glanced at the blood slaughter behind him, and said in his heart: "Catch it, you keep chasing it. When Laozi recovers, it will be your death date."

At the same time, Xue Tu was also chasing after him, very angry in his heart.

He found that his speed was not as good as Wang Fan.

Of course, it is not as good as Wang Fan during the period of complete victory, and is still faster than the injured Wang Fan now.

However, despite this, even if the distance between him and Wang Fan is getting closer, it is extremely difficult to catch up with Wang Fan in a short time.

Xue Tu's heart was very annoyed, and the more so, the more he wanted to kill Wang Fan, otherwise it would be difficult to dispel his hatred.

He is such a very axis person.

"No matter who you are, I bloodbath, I must kill you!"

Xuetu's heart was cruel, and his speed was getting faster and faster.

An area.

Mang Huang was also running away, and behind him, a group of monks were also chasing after him.

I saw that the blood on the top of Manghuang's head was full of blood, and the sky was full of blood.

As he ran, he yelled at the people behind him: "Everyone, I really didn't do it. You wronged me. I tell you, I am not afraid of you. If you chase again, I will fight back. "

This guy had fished before and frequently killed those who wanted to make his mind. Finally, he encountered hard stubble.

Among the powerhouses pursuing him behind him, the strongest is already the fifth layer of Saint Emperor.

The peak cultivation base of the Great Emperor Manghuang, wanting to kill the fifth layer of the Saint Emperor, it is still very difficult, almost impossible.

He would kill the Saint Emperor three layers at most, and that was already the limit.

"Boy, stop, the emperor promises not to kill you. Otherwise, the emperor will thwart you."

The holy emperor's fifth floor shouted while chasing Manghuang.

Mang Huang ignored it, and was muttering in his heart: "Brother Wang Fan, Senior Brother Wang Fan, where are you, come out quickly. If you don't come out again, I will be killed."

The voice just fell.

He saw that a **** figure appeared in front of him, with blood shining above the sky.