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"Zhao Fan..."

When Wang Yu reacted, the three flood dragons had already rushed towards Zhao Fan with a frightening momentum.

Wang Yu turned pale with shock, but it was too late to go forward again.

"Hehe, at this point, I still think about being a hero to save the beauty."

"Just let me die under the claws of this desolate beast with peace of mind."

Not far away, Xu Yan looked at this scene with a sneer, as if he saw Zhao Fan's tragic death.

A desolate beast at the level of a real fairy, even Han Rui, who he has always admired, is no match for it. No matter how strong Zhao Fan is, he is doomed to die.

The other Sword Palace disciples looked at the three flood dragons rushing towards Zhao Fan, and they also showed fear on all sides.

They all realized that this disciple named Zhao Fan was going to die.

It was a ferocious desolate beast at the level of a true immortal. Even Han Rui was sent flying far away, and has yet to recover.

Just when everyone thought Zhao Fan was going to have an accident, a stern roar suddenly pierced the sky!

"Roar!"

The seemingly huge bodies of the three-headed dragons were sent flying by a terrifying force. The sword intents were like silk threads, enough to cut through the metal, stone, and iron. rocks and trees.

Zhao Fan stood on the spot intact, with a faint silvery-golden luster glowing between his muscular body, like a flowing star, full of sacred and peaceful temperament.

His eyes are bright and calm, his whole body is glowing, even his hair is crystal clear, and the sword intent that diffuses indistinctly makes all the sword palace disciples present feel a sense of suffocating pressure.

That feeling is like that of a mortal, who trembles from the soul in the face of the aloof god of swordsmanship.

"how can that be!"

Seeing this scene, Xu Yan's mouth became parched and his jaw dropped from shock. Those were the three-headed flood dragons of the desolate beasts, and even Han Rui, who was in the early stage of true immortality, was no match for them.

But now, the bloody blood that was slashed by Zhao Fan's sword flew out!

"Zhao Fan..."

"This aura is... the Realm of Immortals..."

Wang Yu's eyes widened in disbelief.

"This is not true, is it?"

"The desolate beast at the level of a true fairy was sent flying by his sword."

"Is he still human?"

Nearby, the other Sword Palace disciples were all stunned in place, unable to react for a long time.

"Fuck!"

"How did he do that."

Han Rui, who was beaten into the air, had just rushed back, and he was so shocked that he couldn't believe it when he saw Zhao Fan chopping three dragons flying.

Even the three-headed dragon, which he couldn't suppress with all his might, was split into the air by a rookie disciple!

"Roar……"

The three flood dragons struggled to get up, the original hard black scales were broken in several places, and the wounds could be clearly seen.

It roared again and again, and its three heads raised their eyes at the same time, glaring at Zhao Fan viciously.

The desolate beast is ferocious and violent by nature, like a machine that only knows how to kill, but now it was hacked by a seemingly weak fairy in front of it, which completely inspired its animal nature.

As the bloody mouth opened, three horrifying beams of flame pierced the sky, shattered everything along the way, and roared towards Zhao Fan.

This blow was three points stronger than the one that sent Han Rui flying.

But Zhao Fan is not Han Rui, even if he didn't use the sword to ask, his strength is still terrifying.

I saw him pointing like a sword, slashing out like a thunderbolt, and the surging sword energy rushed towards the three dragons like a huge wave of the ocean.

This sword is simple, but full of terrifying lethality.

boom!

The pillar of flame light shattered at the sound, in front of Zhao Fan's sword energy, there was no ability to resist at all.

The sword energy was astonishingly strong, and it hit the three flood dragons with unabated momentum, scattered the blood they split into the sky, and flew up again.

And it was a coincidence that the position where the three flood dragons fell was exactly where Xu Yan was not far away.

"Not good."

Seeing the huge bodies of the three flood dragons falling down, Xu Yan was so frightened that his scalp went numb, and he ran away subconsciously.

However, as soon as he made a move, he unexpectedly discovered that he was stuck in a quagmire, and he couldn't even lift his fingers.

"you……"

Xu Yan felt chills in his heart, and when he turned his head and saw the half-smile expression on Zhao Fan's face, he immediately understood everything, showing a terrified expression.

"Xu Yan!"

"Brother Xu..."

When Han Rui and other Haoran Sword Palace disciples saw this, their faces changed drastically, and they wanted to help, but it was too late.

Boom!

Without giving Xu Yan too much time, under everyone's gaze, the huge body of the three-headed dragon fell down, crushing him heavily into bloody mud.

Xu Yan, a disciple of the Land Immortal of Haoran Sword Palace, was crushed to death on the spot by three dragons.

"This is called good will be rewarded with good and evil will be rewarded with evil."

Zhao Fan smiled calmly and said to himself.

Xu Yan deliberately attracted the three dragons, and everyone could see his intention of revenge. Why couldn't he, Zhao Fan, treat him in his own way?

To deal with this annoying fly, Zhao Fan didn't want to care about it at first, but the other party provoked it again and again, so he naturally didn't mind slapping it to death mercilessly.

You can't be too Xu Yan, otherwise you will die a miserable death.

"Roar, roar..."

The three-headed dragons were chopped off by Zhao Fan's sword again, deeply aware of the horror of the former, and after roaring unwillingly, they were about to drill into the depths of the mountain forest.

This kind of barren animal has rough skin and thick flesh. If the tiger is released back to the mountain, it will not take long for it to come back again.

So Zhao Fan will not give it a chance.

"Sword Qi of Immortal Executioner."

With a thought in Zhao Fan's mind, the silver sword's air filled the sky and covered the sky, and with overwhelming momentum, it roared towards the three injured dragons.

bang, bang...

Following the continuous ups and downs of explosions, the three flood dragons finally fell slowly, and the blood stained the entire ground scarlet.

In just a short moment, this majestic desolate beast died tragically in Zhao Fan's hands.

From Zhao Fan's attack to the killing of the three dragons seemed fierce, but in fact everything happened in the blink of an eye.

By the time everyone reacted, this terrifying true fairy-level desolate beast had lost its vitality.

"I really didn't expect it, I actually missed it."

"This guy is a disciple of True Wonderland."

Han Rui looked at Zhao Fan, remembering how he looked down on him just now, his cheeks felt hot.

"Senior Brother Han couldn't suppress the desolate beast, but he killed it."

"Could it be that he is much stronger than Brother Han? Who is this guy?"

"How can a rookie disciple be so strong?"

The other Sword Palace disciples talked a lot, and they looked at Zhao Fan with shock.

"Zhao Fan!"

"You are indeed the one predicted by the patriarch."

Wang Yu took a deep breath, suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and muttered to himself.

Chapter 244

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Chapter 245

The beast roared again and again, looking at Zhao Fan who was full of fighting spirit, the three dragons did not hesitate at all, and launched a terrifying offensive towards the former.

There are six powerful desolate beasts, and two of them are infinitely close to the existence of the late true immortal.

The rocks collapsed, the ground trembled violently, and the towering trees were cut off in the middle.

The offensive like a storm, densely packed the sky and covered the earth, pouring wantonly towards Zhao Fan.

This was an indiscriminate attack, not only to kill Zhao Fan, but also to kill Wang Yu, Han Rui and others not far away.

Desolate beasts are cruel and ruthless, without much wisdom, and only know killing in their bones.

Especially in the face of immortals, they are born with strong hostility.

Zhao Fan's eyes are calm and deep, his strong body is glowing with golden starlight, and the seven-star hegemony is driven to the extreme, making his whole body look like it was poured from divine gold, full of solid and immortal aura.

And in his hand, there appeared the Immortal Sword Wendao. The sword edge drew a perfect arc in midair, and slashed out a thunderous sword light.

"Great Sword Qi."

Facing the six desolate beasts at the level of true immortals, Zhao Fan no longer held back anything.

At this moment, he was extremely strong.

boom!

The sword energy was like a rainbow, and under the astonished gazes of Wang Yu, Han Rui and the others, they not only blocked the attack of the three flood dragons, but even blasted away like a galaxy of horses.

"Roar, roar..."

The three-headed dragons were also a little surprised. The seemingly insignificant immortals in front of them smashed their offensives with the destructive sword energy.

But the desolate beasts didn't know what fear was in their bones, and Zhao Fan's counterattack greatly angered their ferocity.

Rumble!

Six huge desolate beasts avoided the attack of the sword energy, and immediately rushed towards Zhao Fan at an incredible speed.

They are extremely fast.

"It came just fine."

Seeing this, Zhao Fan advanced instead of retreating.

His whole body burst out like a cannonball, the fairy sword in his hand bloomed with a dazzling cold light, and immediately he slashed out with a domineering sword.

This sword is as heavy as tens of millions, and it has the power to overwhelm mountains and seas. Most importantly, in the blade of the sword, the majestic sword energy is surging, enough to smash the Immortal Gold God Iron in an instant.

boom!

The three flood-headed dragons rushing to the front were decapitated by a sword before they could even react in time.

Zhao Fan remained unabated, avoiding heavy attacks, as if dancing on the tip of a knife, if he was not careful, he would be torn to pieces by the three dragons.

He was invincible, full of fighting spirit, and he slashed out with his backhand sword again. Another three-headed flood dragon attacked from behind, suddenly let out a piercing whine, and immediately its huge body flew out like a kite with a broken string.

Flying upside down tens of meters away, crushing countless towering trees, it was barely able to stop the castration.

Zhao Fan fought more and more bravely, like an invincible sword fairy, as the blade kept falling, the blood of these ferocious desolate beasts was flying all over the place.

Of course, among them, Zhao Fan also endured the terrible attack, but relying on his solid and immortal body, he forcibly resisted.

Zhao Fan's hair was disheveled, his gestures were full of unimaginable power, and the immortal aura was pervading. In a blink of an eye, three of the four weakest dragons were killed on the ground.

"how can that be……"

"That's a total of six desolate beasts at the level of a true fairy!"

"In the face-to-face meeting, he killed four heads!"