"Catch a turtle in an urn." Kuang Haikuo laughed.

Lin Fan is looking for death. If Lin Fan wants to escape, even he would not dare to say that he can stay. For people like Lin Fan, unless the emperor takes action personally, no one can stop his escape.

However, Lin Fan couldn't lose his face and dared to think of using his own power to cut through the God-Slaying Army.

You know, this God-Slaying Army is an invincible army that is only slightly worse than the Heavenly God Army and the Demon God Army.

In the hundred years since the God-Slaughter Army was established, has no one really discovered the only way to break the formation of the God-Slaughter Army?

Of course it's impossible, but because no one has ever broken it in the past hundred years. Anyone who dared to think like Lin Fan has died.

Lin Fan at this time was naturally not an exception.

"Bring me some wine."

Kuang Haikuo laughed, shouted, took the wine glass, stood up, and raised his glass to the trapped Lin Fan from a distance: "Lin Fan, please go slowly, I will see you off not far away."

At this time, Kuang Haikuo actually claimed to be the governor!

Lin Fan's eyes swept across the high-spirited Kuanghaikuo above the city. When he looked back, the look in his eyes had turned into indifference!

"kill!"

Lin Fan roared, and thousands of divine soldiers from the golden ring came out to attack. Each weapon was a tangible manifestation of his Taoism. It was the first time he took action with all his strength after becoming a great saint.

Puff puff puff.

Clusters of blood splashed, and each soldier couldn't even share their vitality with each other. Those regular magic weapons had the power of cause and effect, which cut off their cause and effect, and each soldier died.

"The will to fight—slay the gods!"

The saint roared!

He saw Lin Fan moving forward bravely, and those soldiers were harvested like melons and vegetables.

"Kaka."

Lin Fan suddenly discovered that there were black chains appearing in the hearts of these soldiers, connected in series with each other.

A feeling of impending disaster suddenly appeared in his soul.

"assimilation!"

Lin Fan roared loudly, and the originally thin and inconspicuous milky white halo suddenly became a thousand feet thick. Lin Fan was like a ball of light, and within the divine treasure, a golden bell flew up to protect him inside.

.

The God of Fighting Spirit stepped forward in one step and reached the top of Lin Fan's head, and pressed down with a palm.

Lin Fan felt as if the entire sky was collapsing towards him, trying to drive him into chaos.

Click.

The halo made an overwhelmed clicking sound, and then black cracks appeared on the milky white halo. When it reached a limit, it all exploded with a snap.

Boom.

The golden bell was broken.

Lin Fan coughed up blood and was knocked down ten feet by this palm, and every joint made a tooth-piercing sound.

At this time, Lin Fan raised the heavy halberd with both arms, and his body was bent into a lunge by the palm. The hundred-foot-long demonic palm of the True God of War was pressing on the heavy halberd.

"Angry!" the saint was roaring, and you could see with the naked eye that jet-black threads sprang up from the Heavenly Spirit Caps of these soldiers, converging into the True God of War Will.

The true god of war let out a silent roar that rippled in waves.

Lin Fan's body descended again, and with a loud bang, he was pressed down from the sky. A high mountain could not withstand such terrifying force and collapsed directly.

"Lin Fan, die for me!" the saint yelled, and Lin Fan felt that as the saint yelled, the pressing palm became even more terrifying.

"Lin Long!"

Lin Fan looked up to the sky and roared!

"Uh-huh."

A figure walked out of his body, no different from him. Under everyone's shock, the figure that walked out of Lin Fan's body was just a disillusioned one. He came to the True God of War and raised his fist to strike.

Go ahead and kill him.

The dragon fist was so fierce and fierce that the black flames of the true god of fighting spirit dispersed.

"roll!"

Lin Fan broke free from the devil's clutches, and with murderous intent all over his body, he jumped a thousand feet, using his heavy halberd to kill the True God of War Will, and with a bang, the True God of War Will collapsed.

"How is that possible!"

Kuang Haikuo yelled: "Damn it! This must not be an illusory body, but a real body; it is not weaker than Lin Fan at all! What kind of method is this!"

A saint next to him had a frightened look in his eyes and said: "The Golden Dragon Emperor's emperor-level secret technique - hidden killing."

Lin Long succeeded with one blow, and Lin Fan continued his attack until he destroyed the True God of War Will. The two stood side by side in the military formation, looking at each other with only a smile.

"Good brothers, we are fighting side by side again." Lin Fan smiled.

Lin Long also had a warm look in his eyes: "I thought you wouldn't call me."

Lin Fan laughed, but the smile did not last long, and he said sternly: "These 30,000 legions have embarrassed me for a long time."

Lin Long narrowed his eyes: "Then kill them all!"

Lin Fan flew into the sky, a dragon roared, and a five-clawed divine dragon appeared. Lin Fan charged with the dragon.

Lin Long's appearance was so sudden that no one could have imagined that the attack was successful, the fighting spirit collapsed, the three saints vomited blood, their faces were like gold paper, and eight thousand of the 30,000-god-slaying army were instantly wiped out.

As expected of the saints, even if these three saints were severely injured, they still re-condensed the seal and received the spell immediately to replace the True God of Fighting Intent.

But how could Lin Fan give him this opportunity?

With a sweep of the dragon's tail, countless soldiers were crushed to death. With a sweep of the heavy halberd in Lin Fan's hand, the heads of the three saints flew up, and each of them was kicked to pieces.

"The will to fight has been broken, and you are as weak as pigs and dogs!"

Lin Fan smiled ferociously; without any mercy, what followed was a one-sided massacre.

"Lin Fan!"

Kuang Haikuo roared angrily, and slashed out the Yanyue Sword in his hand. The hundred-foot-long sword was as bright as a sword stretching across the sky and the earth, and it instantly reached the top of Lin Fan's head.

A Yu Fist blasted the sword light into pieces, and only the disintegrated sword light pierced the space, and the silver-white turbulence flowed around.

Kuang Haikuo came, with strong murderous intent, staring at Lin Fan in a dark way.

"Brother, I'll give you these 30,000 God-Slaying Remnants. I want their heads." Lin Fan said with a chuckle.

The huge dragon head glanced at Lin Fan, rushed past, transformed into hundreds of thousands, and crushed the God-Slaying Army to death one by one, abandoning their helmets and armor.

"Tsk, tsk, how dare you fight this governor alone?" Kuang Haikuo laughed ferociously.

Lin Fan glanced at him and dragged his heavy halberd backwards: "It's not fighting, it's killing."

"Hahaha..." Kuang Haikuo seemed to have heard the funniest joke and shouted: "Did killing the evil hand give you the courage? Do you know that his evil hand, if the governor wants to kill him,

Ten swords are enough."

Lin Fan chuckled: "Then how many swords do you think it will take to kill me?"

Kuang Haikuo said proudly: "Within a hundred swords."

Lin Fan nodded, but the aura on his body became more and more intense, and the energy unique to the Great Sage overflowed. He looked at Kuang Haikuo with a smile but not a smile: "What now? How many swords will it take to kill me?"

Kuang Haikuo's pupils suddenly expanded at first, then shrunk to the size of a needle's eye, and he roared sternly: "How is that possible?"

"Keng!"
Chapter completed!