Around Xia Fan.

Five masters of varying heights were surrounded by themselves a hundred feet away.

"I can't stop you, but what if I add them?!"

Luan Zhong stared at Xia Fan with a flushed expression, obviously he was seriously injured.

"They can't stop me, I can beat them ten of them one by one."

Xia Fan inadvertently glanced at the Grandmaster who surrounded him.

"Where is my restraint?"

Luan Zhong's breathing gradually stabilized.

"It's a little troublesome."

Xia Fan raised one hand high and gradually pinched a sword finger with his palm.

"Originally, this move is not used for you, and I always feel like I'm using a slaughter knife, but if I don't want to fight quickly, what trouble will you do?"

"Come on the sword!"

Buzz —

In an instant.

In the Xie Mansion courtyard, a hundred miles away.

The swords that were trembling slightly on the ground soared into the sky, not only that, but even in the area with a sword within a radius of hundreds of miles, each sword seemed to have received a call and flew towards Xia Fan.

"Do you know what a nuclear bomb sword immortal is? Let you see it today!"

Luan Zhong opened his eyes wide and looked incredibly at the long swords flying over the sky. When all the swords were hanging in the air, Xia Fan in the distance suddenly smiled.

Immediately.

Countless long swords were focused on different people and fell down like raindrops in an instant.
Chapter completed!