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The first thousand two hundred and ninety-five chapters

The sword light contained the intention of killing, and roared in. Even the air around him trembled violently under the sword!

Lu Fan's face darkened.

"What a domineering overseas monk!"

As he said that, a slight slight joke appeared on the corner of his mouth, but he had not waited for him to take action.

"puff!"

A sword light had already flew out from under his nose.

The sword roars all over the world! It flew out like a meteor slashing the moon!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three rays of light soared into the sky. The three sword lights attacked from the opposite side had been cut off and exploded in the air.

However, the power of this sword light was not reduced at all. In this second, it was still in front of Lu Fan and others. In the next second, it appeared in front of one of the cultivators on the opposite island!

The monk didn't even have time to react.

"puff!"

A bloody light burst out on his neck!

Next second.

The head flew up, and blood from the broken neck sprayed out blood mist into the sky like a fountain.

The head fell to the ground, but the body still stood in place.

The three overseas monks had obvious dull eyes. They first looked at their companions whose heads were cut off in shock, and then looked at the opposite side of the island with strange eyes, Lu Fan and the other three.

"Swoosh!"

The sword light turned around in the air, turned into a stream of light, and returned to Maruko's hand.

Lu Fan also looked at her in surprise.

He obviously felt the supreme aura in the power emitted by this flying sword.

Could it be that this little Maruko has already reached the realm of half a step of supreme at this age?

But then, Lu Fan, Maruko and Onitum had already appeared on the opposite island, looking at the three overseas monks in front of him with a playful look.

Apart from the one whose head was cut off, there were four overseas monks standing opposite each other, four men wearing clothes made of special materials, exuding a faint herbal fragrance. On the surface, they all looked like they were in their twenties, but Lu Fan felt an extremely old aura on these people.

The youngest one is probably not less than fifty years old.

After all, in the eyes of warriors, things like rejuvenation are difficult to pursue.

But for Xuanmen and those who practice Taoism, it is an insignificant little thing.

"Please save me."

The overseas monk who was surrounded and killed looked at the three of them with an urgent look on his face.

"They robbed my sister and asked my sister to pass on the family line for their elders. If my sister refused to obey, they would kill me and threaten my sister."

"I was forced to escape. Please save me and save my sister..."

As the overseas monk spoke, blood continued to overflow from the corners of his mouth, and his face became paler, obviously his life was burning to the extreme.

"You don't look like this island, are you from outside?"

A monk looked at Lu Fan and others with vigilance, "How did you come in? Don't you know..."

Before the man could finish his words, Lu Fan suddenly disappeared from the spot.

"Puff puff puff!"

Three blood lights soared into the sky, and the heads of the three overseas monks were all cut off.

Then, Lu Fan's figure reappeared on the spot, as if he had never moved or done anything.

Unless, there was no blood in his hands.

Lu Fan shook the blood on his hands with disgust and frowned: "It's really troublesome to not be able to mobilize the true energy. He has to do it himself, and he has to dirty his hands."
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