Tang Fan was like a whirlwind filled with deathly energy. Wherever it passed, seas of blood surged into the sky, and screams continued.

No serious injuries, only death!

The figures dissipated and turned into pieces of blood mist.

In an instant, Tang Fan killed more than a dozen people.

His snow-white shirt was covered with flesh and blood, and the bloody clothes on his body were scarred and he didn't know how many times he had been injured.

But it was as if he had lost his sense of pain, and there was only life and death in his eyes.

Seeing the flying sword in front of him stabbing in front of him, he did not dodge and rushed directly towards him, aiming at the early-stage foundation-building monk who was controlling the flying sword.

The flying sword passed through his shoulder, but his speed did not slow down at all. A red light flew after him, went around the man's neck, and directly cut off his head.

Tang Fan took out a handful of pills and drank it. He looked at the crowd that was still surging in front of him and frowned.

too slow……

"Xiaojiu, it's up to you!"

A green light flew out, and there was blue thunder flying on the green flame.

After Xiaojiu swallowed the blue thunder fire, he mutated and seemed more powerful.

A circular sea of ​​fire formed instantly, instantly turning the strong men surrounding it into burning men.

They struggled and wailed, and finally turned into light smoke and disappeared.

The scalding heat wave spread to all directions, scaring others into fleeing.

But death was still waiting for them, so Tang Fan quickly punched the strongest one.

"Arrow Surge!"

Tens of thousands of sharp arrows, like life-seeking devils, covered the Su family masters.

Tang Fan took Xiao Jiu back and flew into the club.

At this moment, it is exactly six o'clock.
Chapter completed!