Suddenly, a strong man from the west came and bombarded Ning Fan's original position.

The people dispersed, and Ling Fei said angrily: "I'll do it!"

With a flash of sword light, the Western strongman suddenly turned into a headless corpse. Ning Fan looked into the air, and the battle between the Quasi-Saint and the Semi-Saint had already begun.

However, the masters at Dongfang's level are too young. Nie Lao Sha Sheng fought against four people by himself, Ling Nanfeng even fought against five people, and the others were more or less under siege.

"ah--"

Suddenly, with an unwilling roar, a quasi-sage strongman from the east was killed by three strong men from the west and turned into a cloud of blood mist in the air.

Even people from that family had no way to go to support him, all they could do was kill more people and avenge their relatives.

Ning Fan saw three Western quasi-gods being slaughtered and rising into the sky.

The sword energy shot out terrifyingly, blocking the three of them. One of them said: "It's you."

"Okay, I'll kill you today." The three quasi-gods took action mercilessly, killing Ning Fan with one blow.

This time, Ning Fan did not dare to make any excuses, and directly took out the Zhuxian Four Sword Formation, enveloped the three quasi-gods, exerted all his strength, and began to kill the three of them.

The Four Swords Formation of Zhu Xian was very terrifying and abnormal. The murderous intent in the sky was frightening. The four swords exploded. The three quasi-gods had no time to resist. They died one after another and turned into nutrients for the Four Swords of Zhu Xian.

"Amazing!"

Although he knew that the Four Swords of Zhu Xian were very powerful, this was the first time Ning Fan used them and he was really scared.

"Xiaofan, be careful!" Wang Zhen came to kill him.

With one punch, he killed the Half-Saint who wanted to sneak attack Ning Fan, and said: "Be careful."

"good!"

Wang Zhen's explosive power is very terrifying, and his seemingly simple punches are so terrifying. Perhaps no one in the same realm can block his punch.

Standing on the Great Wall, Old Turtle's hands were a little itchy. Not to mention him, other powerful Holy Lords were also the same.

But if the West doesn't move, they won't move. In terms of number of people, no matter what stage the powerful West is, they far outnumber them by hundreds.

Once a powerful person of the Holy Lord level takes action, a Half-Saint or a Quasi-Saint will suffer massive casualties.

"Hey, blood, endless blood, this is the essence of life." On a mountain in the distance, a beautiful, pure and refined woman sat on the shoulders of a humanoid monster, looking at Ran with her blue eyes.

The bloody earth, the bloody sky, and the battlefield where hundreds of people died in one second.

"Easterners, go to hell." A demigod from the West stared at Ah Qi.

Unexpectedly, the power that could blow up a mountain disappeared without a trace after approaching Ah Qi. Moreover, his eyes were frightened and his whole body could not move.

"Ignorant life!"

With a flash of blue light in Ah Qi's eyes, this powerful Western demigod turned into nothingness and disappeared without a trace.

When the Western powers saw this scene, they all wanted to kill him, but the being in the void who was far more powerful than the old God King warned them not to take action.

Because even beings like them at the top of the pyramid can't clearly see what kind of creature Ah Qi is.
Chapter completed!