When the people who fought in the Honghuang Holy Land were selected, everyone showed a look of hope, there were so many battles in front of them, it was really too fast, Lin Fan had killed more than ten people in a row, and he had never made two moves, all of them were one-hit kills!

Now in this desolate holy land, the ninth-ranked disciple in this class of disciples should be a battle between dragons and tigers.

Many of the people who came to this place were extremely ugly, they had just finished laughing at the One Yuan Holy Land being swept away, but in the blink of an eye, they were almost killed by a young man, this is a retribution, don't be too fast.

"You're dead. "This chosen disciple has a vicious gaze.

"At least eight or nine people in front of me have said similar things to me, but they are all dead. Lin Fan sneered.

"Kill!" the disciple roared and slaughtered forward.

But it didn't work, Lin Fan just threw a punch and burst his stomach, and he didn't know how to die until he died.

"Ah......h

The elders of the Flood Desolation Holy Land are crazy, another disciple has died, and this disciple is still a demon-level disciple who has been repaid by the Flood Desolation Holy Land, this loss is too great!

"Puff ......"

At this moment, Lin Fan's footsteps suddenly staggered back two steps, and a mouthful of blood spat out.

"Brother Lin!"

"What's wrong with Brother Lin?"

In the entire One Yuan Holy Land, except for the four brothers, there was no one in Sira watching the battle and cheering, just because they were desperate, and after perceiving Lin Fan's state, they didn't want to come again, they didn't want to be desperate, so when Lin Fan vomited blood, only Wujian and the others showed anxious looks.

"It's fine. Lin Fan smiled, he was really fine, after spitting out this mouthful of blood, he felt that the feeling of tightness in his chest had been reduced a lot, and the feeling of stagnation in the meridians on his legs and shoulders was also much less.

But others don't think so, in their opinion, this Lin Fan is in a half-dead state, and now he is vomiting blood, so how long can he hold on?

Therefore, many teenagers who were frightened by his toughness of beheading more than a dozen people in a row became excited again, thinking that maybe they could kill Lin Fan by going up!

"Next, are you coming?" Lin Fan wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth and pointed to the Flood Desolate Holy Land.

"You go, he vomited blood, Lin Fan may have to condense his whole body attack into a single burst before he can kill the enemy, as long as you carry one of his attacks, you may be able to win!" The elder of the Flood Desolation Holy Land analyzed.

"Boom!"

Another move, a heavy halberd to kill the young man in the Flood Desolate Holy Land, and Lin Fan, who was nailed in mid-air, raised his arms slightly, shattering his corpse.

The bull's eyes were red, this Lin Fan had been avoiding without fighting, he could only watch his fellow disciples being killed, and roared angrily: "Lin Fan, do you dare to fight with me?"

"I said don't worry, when I kill all the others, it will be your turn. "Lin Fan finally revealed the biggest secret!

"Now, you come!" Lin Fan pointed obliquely.

All the disciples of the Flood Desolate Holy Land, except for the wild bull, all took a step backwards, Lin Fan was too strong, they were frightened!

"I ...... I throw in the towel!"

This is the first Tianjiao in this challenge to admit defeat without a fight, and this person belongs to the Holy Land of the Flood Desolation.

"Bad seeds. Lin Fan sneered unabashedly: "So, you come?"

He ordered another person.

"I ...... I also throw in the towel. ”

The alleged teenager took a step back.

"Huh...... Hahaha......"

Lin Fan laughed wildly: "Even if my One Yuan Holy Land is ranked behind, there has never been a person who is afraid of war, compared to my One Yuan Holy Land, your Flood Desolate Holy Land is not worth mentioning!"

The brute bull took a step forward and roared, "Lin Fan, don't forget, there is still me in the Flood Desolate Holy Land!"

Lin Fan glanced at him contemptuously: "Listen to my brother, you have pointed at me more than once and want to fight with me, right?"

Manniu snorted coldly: "Yes!"

"Do you want to fight me so much? is because I defeated Qinglin of the same rank, so you all want to step on me to take the position?" Lin Fan sneered and said all the thoughts of some people.

Manniu's face was as usual: "So what?"

The brute bull glanced at Lin Fan and sneered: "A cripple should spend the rest of his life lying in bed, and now he dares to come out and jump, then don't go back." ”

"Crippled?"

Lin Fan smiled weirdly, feeling a little conscious legs and hands, smiled noncommittally, stretched out his right hand that could move, and hooked the brute bull with one point: "Come, see how I'm a cripple to kill you." ”

The brute bull stepped into the ring step by step, and with each additional step, the momentum on his body would become stronger, and when he stepped into the ring, the whole person was like a giant, and the momentum was too strong.

"You kill yourself, you are really dirty to kill you in this state. The wild bull stood still, but it gave people the feeling that he could support the sky, and the words he spoke were even more arrogant.

Lin Fan asked strangely, "Are you talking to me?"

The brute bull sneered: "Otherwise?"

Lin Fan smiled, such an arrogant guy, he likes others to be arrogant, so it feels better to kill like this.

"Come on, if I can't kill you in three moves, I'll listen to your suicide. ”

than hubris?

Who still wouldn't.

"Puff ......"

Everyone laughed, this Lin Fan's words were so funny, did he think this brute bull was the waste material he had killed before?

Three moves?

If you can defeat the brute bull within thirty moves, it is a great achievement, you must know that this brute bull is known as the new disciple of the five holy lands......

"What an arrogant boy, if you can kill the brute bull in three moves, the old man will go and be a servant for you!" the elder of the Flood Desolate Holy Land sneered.

"Hahaha, and me, if Lin Xiaoyou can really kill the wild bull in three moves, I am also willing to go to your Holy Son's Mansion to be a doorman. One of the deacons of the Great Yan Holy Land also spoke.

After these two elders spoke, the audience laughed, is this Lin Fan talking in his sleep?

Is it possible to kill a bull in three moves?

Lin Fan smiled: "A gentleman's word, the horse is difficult to chase! ”

"Well, the old man is full of words. ”

"I remember it too. ”

The two elders didn't care.

"Then you'll count it for me!"

Lin Fan's words were cold, for the first time since he went into battle, he took the initiative to attack!

"Kill!"

A roar like thunder spat out from Lin Fan's mouth, and a golden halberd appeared in his hand and stabbed straight away.

It was like a scorching sun falling from the sky, and it was like a meteorite was about to perish, and the golden lightning was rattling, killing the bull like this.

"Roar!"

The phantom of an ancient bull appeared, the cow's hair was like a giant tree, thousands of feet tall, the bull seemed to be incarnated into an ancient bull, spitting white smoke between his mouth and nose, and rushed towards Lin Fan.

Along the way, countless of the hardest black iron stones were trampled: "100,000 cow hair heavenly soldiers!"

The giant tree-like cow hair on the back of the primeval barbarian bull all came out, emitting a jet-black light, condensing into black soldiers, a total of 100,000, killing Lin Fan, covering the sky and the sun.

"Kamizo!"

Lin Fan roared angrily, and the infinite soldiers poured out, colliding in the sky with 100,000 soldiers, and he himself started the dragon step, as if he had suddenly blurred, and there was no longer his shadow between the entire heaven and earth.

And just when everyone was paying attention to where he had gone, a teenager appeared on the back of the primeval bull transformed by the wild bull.

The young man roared angrily: "Kill the three halberds of the sky, kill me!"

"No!"

The wild bull's screams were heard, but to no avail, a heavy halberd fell from the sky, piercing his Heavenly Spirit Cover and nailing him to the ground. AQ