(Maopu Chinese) Before Wangjiang Tower, opposite Ning Fan, there were still ten people standing.

These ten people are all prefecture-level masters, and the lowest cultivation is all mid-prefecture-level.

Such a force, if it is placed in Jinling, it is a force that can instantly subdue the money gate.

With such a group of people united, they can definitely rival the martial artists of the early stage of the Heaven Level.

But at this time, they stood there one by one trembling, and each of them looked at a figure standing in front of them with a look of horror on their faces.

The look of fear on his face was as if he were looking at a demon.

At this moment, Ning Fan was indeed like a demon in their eyes.

The twenty-three of them joined forces, even the heaven-level martial artists could fight, but in Ning Fan's hands, they were like ants, and they were gently pinched to death by Ning Fan.

Even though they had already killed thirteen people, they didn't even touch the corner of Ning Fan's clothes, but just let Ning Fan take thirteen steps forward.

Ning Fan used the facts to let them see what it means to really kill one person in ten steps, and not stay for a thousand miles.

"Gongzi Pavilion, can you really stop him?"

"Perhaps, even if it's Childe, it's not his opponent?"

"If Childe dies, then we ......"

Ning Fan stood in front of them like that, but at this time, none of these group of martial artists dared to make a move.

They knew that the twenty-three people joining forces were not Ning Fan's opponents, and the ten of them were like chopping melons and vegetables for Ning Fan.

People may fight to the death in the face of a desperate situation, but if there is a desperate situation that is impossible to break through, then people will break through in other directions and seek hope.

No one is a fool, especially for martial artists, who have worked so hard to cultivate so far, and each of them cherishes their lives very much.

Every warrior dares to go desperately, but he knows that he will be sent to death as much as he goes, but he still fights hard one after another, and that is what only a fool does.

"Mr. Ning, spare your life, we are willing to obey Mr. Ning's command and deal with Gongzi Pavilion for Mr. Ning."

A martial artist at the peak of the earth-level suddenly knelt down towards Ning Fan, and said with a pale face and a trembling body.

Since he knew that it couldn't be Ning Fan's opponent, it was better to beg for mercy to see if he could win a trace of vitality.

"Spare your life, Mr. Ning, spare your life."

"As long as Mr. Ning spares my life, I am willing to do anything, and I will obey Mr. Ning's orders."

Ning Fan's strength, Ning Fan's indifference in killing one person in that step, finally made the remaining ten people completely collapse.

Seeing this scene, the son standing on the attic looked very ugly.

However, he also knew very well that these people had completely lost the courage to fight again in front of Ning Fan, even if he opened his mouth to order these people, it would be useless.

Because in their hearts, Gongzige was no longer Ning Fan's opponent.

"In this world, we are faced with choices all the time." Ning Fan looked indifferently at the ten people kneeling on the ground, and said without the slightest emotion in his voice.

And at this moment, he took another step forward.

"However, if you choose, you must pay the price!"

"This price may be death."

Ignoring the frightened and begging expressions of the ten people, Ning Fan stepped forward.

Between the flashes of sword light, ten prefecture-level martial artists, a force that could shock the entire Jinling, were killed by Ning Fan with a single sword.

Thirteen steps kill thirteen people, and the last step kills ten people.

Ning Fan killed twenty-three people, but only walked fourteen steps.

Before Wangjiang Tower, there was no elegant and peaceful atmosphere for a long time, the bloody atmosphere was permeated, and the downstairs was full of corpses, like Shura hell.

And Ning Fan, who made all this, still had an indifferent look on his face, his dark clothes, without a trace of blood, maybe they were stained, but the color of the clothes was too dark to be seen.

Standing in the middle of the corpses and blood, the whole person still looked like a dashing swordsman.

In the midst of the slaughter, there is a dashing swordsman who looks so weird.

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable!

Above the attic, Liu Yiyun stood on top of the Wangjiang Tower, gently clapping his palms, as if he had seen a wonderful performance.

"It's really a shocking strength, a wonderful killing feast."

"Oh? You don't seem to be panicking at all? Ning Fan looked at Liu Yiyun with a smile, and there was a hint of sadism in his indifferent eyes.

"Of course you don't panic? I'm a foolish son, why should I lie? Liu Yiyun asked rhetorically.

"The more ambitious people are, the more afraid they are of death, because if they die, there will be no way to realize their ambitions."

"But I'm not going to die, because you can't kill me." Liu Yiyun also looked at Ning Fan with a smile on his face, and his smile was full of confidence.

What Ning Fan said is indeed very right, the more ambitious people are, the more afraid of death, because after they die, their ambitions cannot be realized, and Gongzi is obviously very afraid of death.

It is precisely because he is afraid of death, so as a famous son who has no last resort, how can he arrange it without a backhand?

"It's just that I'm afraid that your preparation won't be able to save your life." Ning Fan smiled coldly, and the long sword in his hand stabbed fiercely towards the ground on the side.

The long sword roared away, plunging straight into the ground, revealing a deep black hole, as if the long sword had sunk straight into the ground.

Seeing the dark black hole that seemed to have no bottom, Childe's eyes couldn't help but shrink, and he had a deeper understanding of Chang Qi's strength, and he felt even more jealous of Ning Fan in his heart.

"When you don't have the strength to veto everything, you won't have absolute certainty, because in this world, there are too many variables." Childe's eyes stared at Ning Fan tightly, and the next moment the whole person suddenly disappeared from the top of Wangjiang Tower, and a dark dagger appeared in Childe's hand, slashing towards Ning Fan's neck.

"Is it the peak of the early stage of the Heaven Level?"

I have to say that Childe's Pavilion is really very deep, and it can also be seen that Childe's ambition is great.

The dignified prince of the Pavilion turned out to be a heaven-level master, if it is spread out, I don't know how many wealthy forces in Jinling will be restless, you must know that a son with heaven-level strength is definitely capable of dominating Jinling.

The unification mentioned here is not to add the strength of Gongzi Pavilion, but to say the strength of Gongzi alone, because the heaven-level martial artist is already the most powerful existence on the face of Jinling.

As for whether there are more powerful warriors in secret, no one knows until it is revealed.

Between martial artists, the gap between each level is very huge, and heaven-level martial artists can already release their true qi, and this alone is far from being comparable to earth-level martial artists.

In times of crisis, the true qi of a heaven-level martial artist can be used to block bullets from the outside, and there are even more tricks to attack.

On top of Liu Yiyun's dark dagger, there was a white energy shining, and under the backdrop of the dark dagger, it was like the cold glow of hell, flashing with a dark and dark light.

Even if it is an ordinary dagger, after being blessed by the true qi of a heaven-level master, that dagger is enough to cut steel cracking stones in his hand.

Not to mention that the dagger in Liu Yiyun's hand was already as sharp as clay, and it was highly poisonous, even Ning Fan didn't dare to let this dagger touch it, otherwise he would be in big trouble.

However, although Ning Fan has no way to release his true qi now.

But the strange thing is that although Ning Fan is not a heaven-level master, his own strength is indeed far beyond the heaven-level, otherwise he would never be able to become the uncrowned king of the African continent.

For all this, Ning Fan blamed him on the mysterious power in his body, especially after the power in his body exploded, Ning Fan's own strength definitely immediately skyrocketed in terror, and Ning Fan himself felt afraid of that terrifying power.

Between the lightning and thunder, the dagger in Liu Yiyun's hand cut past Ning Fan's throat, but it almost didn't touch Ning Fan's skin.

"I'm really curious, why does your own strength seem to be only at the peak of the ground level, but your real strength, whether it is speed or strength, is so powerful?" The blow was not successful, and the figure of the son turned and the dagger stabbed towards Ning Fan's chest again.

"Don't you claim to be the one who has a last resort? How about you do the math? In fact, he also wanted to know what kind of existence the mysterious power in his body was.

"Die." Childe's face became a little hideous again.

He was exposed by Ning Fan's words, and the scars in his heart were revealed.

He really had no last resort, even if it was the destruction of the Heavenly Gate eight years ago, it was because of his calculations.

But after meeting Ning Fan eight years later, he repeatedly made mistakes, and all this was Ning Fan's reason.

He felt that Ning Fan was taking revenge on him, and Ning Fan and he were nemesis, so he had to kill Ning Fan. Cat flutter Chinese