Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

Lin Fan shouted, and hundreds of patrolmen gathered at the square outside Xueting Village.

The square outside Xueting Village was still very wide, the sky was clear, and the wind was blowing gently, but it could not hide the solemn atmosphere at the moment. Hundreds of Yan patrol cavalry stood neatly in the center of the square, with their heads lowered, their faces as pale as paper. Once, they were the elite of Yan State, holding spears in their hands, riding horses, killing people in Xueting Village, as cold as the god of death. However, now in front of Lin Fan, they lost all their pride and courage, trembling like a group of lambs to be slaughtered.

Lin Fan stood in front of them, holding the Qiankun Axe, his eyes were like torches, and the axe blade was shining with a sharp cold light. At this moment, he was intimidating without being angry, and the aura around him was like an unshakable mountain, suppressing everyone's heart.

Ouyang Hu stood behind Lin Fan, looking at these patrolmen, and couldn't help but feel confused. What exactly did Lin Fan want to do by summoning these patrolmen? He thought of the atrocities these people had committed, and his heart was filled with resentment and uneasiness.

"In consideration of your hard work for many days, I will give you a chance to survive today!" Lin Fan's voice resounded throughout the square like thunder, with unquestionable majesty.

When the patrolmen heard this, they seemed to see the dawn of hope, and a hint of joy suddenly appeared on their faces. Many people couldn't help but whispered: "Thank you, sir, thank you for sparing my life!"

However, Lin Fan's next words shattered these people's hopes.

"Now, start running. When I count to ten, I will take action. Whether you can survive depends on your luck!"

As soon as Lin Fan finished speaking, the patrolmen on the square immediately panicked. The slight joy they had was completely swallowed up by fear. They no longer cared about anything else and fled desperately in all directions, their steps hurried and terrified. They had only one thought in their minds - escape, desperately escape from this square of death!

Ouyang Hu was stunned watching all this. He had never seen Lin Fan so cold and ruthless. He whispered to Lin Fan, "Brother Fan, if these people run away, they may become trouble in the future. Let's..."

Lin Fan did not turn around, but spoke calmly, his voice calm but full of coldness: "None of them can escape."

Ouyang Hu's heart was shaken. He wanted to continue talking, but stopped at Lin Fan's cold gaze. Although he was puzzled, he chose to trust Lin Fan's decision.

"One..." Lin Fan began to count down, his voice deep and heavy, as if carrying the pressure of thunder. Every time he counted, the fleeing patrolmen became more desperate. They ran desperately, some of them had no idea where to go, even bumping into each other, falling down, and then getting up and running again.

"Five..." Lin Fan's voice remained calm as usual, as if the scene in front of him was just an insignificant game.

As Lin Fan counted, the patrolmen fleeing in the square became more and more chaotic. Many even lost their minds while running, their eyes filled with fear. No matter how they fled, the despair in their hearts grew like a vine, tightly entwining their hearts.

"Ten." Lin Fan's voice suddenly became cold, as if the whole world was shaken. He swung the Qiankun Axe in his hand violently, and the axe drew an arc in the air, bringing about endless spiritual power fluctuations, like a giant dragon between heaven and earth baring its fangs and claws.

“Galaxy Whirlwind Slash!” Lin Fan shouted, and the Qiankun Axe burst out with brilliant light, like a pouring galaxy, sweeping towards the fleeing patrolmen with the power to destroy the world.

The axe blade spun in the air like a whirlwind, like a galaxy, and quickly swept the fleeing patrolmen into it. The patrolmen caught in the axe blade had no way to resist, and were instantly cut into countless pieces, with blood spilling all over the square. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and screams came one after another, but soon returned to silence.

The cavalry that were not caught in the axe blades were so frightened at the sight of this horrific scene that they fled madly, trying to escape from this nightmare square.

However, Lin Fan did not stop. He looked coldly at the fleeing enemies, with a hint of determination in his eyes.

"Flame Whirlwind!" Along with his angry roar, the Qiankun Axe was swung out again, and raging flames burned on the axe blade, like a fire dragon circling in the air, instantly sweeping every corner of the square.

The flames were like a violent hurricane, instantly surrounding the fleeing rangers. The flames were so hot that anything they touched was instantly ignited and turned into ashes. The rangers screamed miserably in the sea of ​​fire, but their voices were soon swallowed by the flames, turning into a pile of charred bones.

Ouyang Hu stood aside, watching all this, and was deeply shocked. He had never seen such a terrifying killing move before, a star-like axe blade, followed by a raging flame, like the wrath of heaven and earth, engulfing all the rebels.

In the square, the crackling of flames and the screams of the patrolmen gradually faded away, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of burning. The patrolmen who were caught in the Galaxy Whirlwind Slash and the Fireworks Whirlwind Slash had already turned into ashes, with no remains left.

But there were still a dozen patrolmen who managed to escape from the catastrophe, and they fled madly into the depths of the forest. However, Jin Buke's figure flashed like a ghost, and he threw his long sword lightly, and the whole person was already walking on the sword.

"Swordsmanship!" Ouyang Hu and the villagers couldn't help but exclaim. They witnessed Jin Buke's swordsmanship and their hearts were filled with shock and awe.

Jin Buke's figure was as fast as lightning, and he caught up with the fleeing patrolmen in an instant. The long sword in his hand turned into streams of light, and blood splashed everywhere. Every strike of the sword would take away a life. The patrolmen had no time to react, and their heads were torn apart, and they fell in a pool of blood.

In just a few moments, more than a dozen patrolmen were killed. Jin Buke gently put away his sword, his face without any fluctuation, as if all this was nothing unusual.

When the last patrolman's head fell to the ground, the entire battlefield finally returned to peace. Lin Fan slowly put away the Qiankun Axe, his eyes as cold as ice, as if this massacre was just a trivial matter.

Ouyang Hu stepped forward and asked in a low voice: "Brother Fan... none of these patrolmen survived."

Lin Fan nodded calmly, his voice cold: "This is what they deserve."

He turned and looked into the distance, his eyes gleaming with determination: "For the victims of Xueting Village, no one should be left alive."