Chapter 279 Bombarding First Update for Vote

When the black light hit, Wang Fan just gently stretched out his hand, and a little invisible force spread, forming a strange fold in front of him. As soon as the black light touched the fold, it immediately disappeared. Then, the next moment, it appeared behind Wang Fan and flew away in the distance.

What the hell!

Others may not be able to see the door, but the wizards above the seventh level and the high priest were shocked. In the energy fluctuation just now, both of them felt the fluctuation of space.

Space folding can fold the space and let the enemy's attack fail. As long as the power does not reach the point that space can't bear, Wang Fan is safe.

"Snoring!" The black unicorn made a strange sound, with a black energy fog all over its body, leaping and attacking Wang Fan. The black energy fog, like life, stretched out with the leap of the unicorn, separating dozens of beasts, jackals, tigers and leopards, foxes, bears, elephants and lions, and all kinds of beast images from the black fog. Surrounded by Wang Fan in all directions. Each of these beasts has a sixth-order energy breath. Dozens of them gathered around all of a sudden, with a fierce momentum. It seems that Wang Fan will be bitten into pieces.

With so many beasts besieged, even if Wang Fan was promoted to the fourth-level peak, he had to avoid his edge. Any door in a space, out of the siege. It's 100 meters away. After that, his hands were clenched in the void, and a hazy sword appeared in Wang Fan's hand. This big sword, simple and simple, looks very ordinary, but the people present instinctively feel that no long sword is as sharp as this sword, and no one can stop the splitting of this sword.

"Hum!" A strange shock.

Wang Fan gently split forward, and the long sword vibrated and easily tore the space. The canopy was cut, revealing the black void. The black space blade crossed the space and cut off the head of the unicorn in an instant. There was no sound or roar. The unicorn is like paper cut by scissors. It was easily divided into two halves.

After the space blade disappeared, the unicorn screamed and dissipated in the wail.

As soon as Meng Ji saw her unicorn die, her face changed dramatically and she said angrily, "Ah, boy, you actually destroyed my unicorn soul. I want you to pay for it with your life. Soul, go to me and kill him!"

This unicorn soul was obtained from a dangerous place after fighting for his life. It has always been his **, killer mace. This time, he was going to kill Wang Fan in one fell swoop, but he didn't expect to be killed by Wang Fan in one fell swoop. He was so unwilling. In anger, he said that all the spirits in his soul flag had been released.

"Roar!" "Wo!" "Sss!"

The appearance of all kinds of spirits, green mosquitoes a few meters high, huge scorpion centipede, firebirds burning all over the body, and rotten fleshy blood. A more than ten-meter-long cyan python. It's either a poisonous insect or a beast. I don't know where Meng Ji found something. Hundreds of such beasts broke away from the fog and roared to kill Wang Fan. Almost every one is a monster above the fourth level.

Hundreds of high-level monsters appeared, covering the sky and the sun, fierce and violent. Even the high priest beside him changed his face.

In front of hundreds of huge monsters, Wang Fan's figure is really small.

The team members below were all pale and nervous. They are now sincerely worried about their captain. If the captain dies, they will die. Only when the captain is alive can they have a glimmer of life.

Wang Fan holds the sword of space, and his face does not change color and his heart does not beat. I didn't see how he moved, but suddenly hundreds of small space blades came out of the sword. He roared at the hundreds of warcrafts.

Those warcrafts are all warcrafts above the fourth level. Their wisdom has opened early. Although they have been trained into puppets, their instincts are still there. In the face of this kind of space blade that can tear the space, they naturally have to dodge. However, their bodies are just moving, but they suddenly feel that the surrounding space seems to have become solid, and they seem to have fallen into a quagmire. I can't move, and I'm imprisoned in place. Their eyes immediately changed from fierce to frightened.

"Puff!" Puff!" Poo!"

Hundreds of Warcrafts, in this way, are torn by life and have no ability to react at all. Although the confinement returned to normal in a moment, they have turned into a corpse.

Wang Fan, who repeatedly used the space blockade, the sword of space, and the space blade, shook his body twice, and the space sword in his hand turned into a skylight spot and dissipated. His exertion just now has consumed 90% of his body's aura. He is no longer strong in such a big move.

After taking a few breaths, Wang Fan sighed, "Sure enough, such a trick can't be used a few times."

He lamented that these tricks cost aura, and over there, Meng Yi, the high priest, and the dark elves and team members in the square. They were all stunned. Just now, there were hundreds of powerful high-level warcrafts with their teeth and claws. In this way, they were silently, plain and easily torn into pieces.

The huge contrast made everyone present feel like a dream. Especially Meng Yi and the high priest. The two of them knew what had just happened.

This is the eighth-order strongman. It takes a lot of effort to kill the warcraft group. The other party waved his hand like this and wiped it out. Is this still a person?

"You, you, what kind of demon method did you use?" The dream is incoherent. The voice trembled.

Wang Fan looked at their shocked look and suddenly smiled: "Demon Law? Then I'll show it to you again!" With that, Wang Fan waved his arm, and Meng Ji immediately took a step back in fear.

And Wang Fan took the opportunity to bully himself and came to the side of the team members, waved his hand to cut off the ropes of the team members, and sent them into the heart of space.

The high priest shouted, "No, he is going to escape!" Stop him."

For a while just now, several high-level elves have gathered here, all of which are sacrifices at the peak of the sixth level. Wang Fan swept his mind and found that there were still several seventh-level masters flying from the distance and realized that this place could not stay for a long time. I'm about to leave. But suddenly I saw the soldier who betrayed me hide in the crowd in awe. There was a burst of anger in my heart.

"No, this guy will also take it away." Wang Fan dodged, came to the soldier named Binlang, and grabbed his shoulder. He stunned him and sent him into the space.

"Ky, since you're here, stay." The high priest shouted. A strong green light appeared on his body. He raised his staff and shouted, "Blocked on all sides, the sword of the sky - open!"

The light lit up on his staff, and a green light shot into the magic array in the sky. The magic array rippled and immediately responded in general. From the sky, a huge green sword began to condense. The exquisitely cast of this sword was engraved with flower inscriptions on the blade of the long sword. However, even so gorgeous In fact, the breath of this sword shows a majestic momentum. This is the sword of magic power. Even if he is a master of the ninth level, under this sword, he will be seriously injured if he does not die.

Wang Fan was firmly locked by the huge sword. Wang Fan felt that he could only use any door of space to avoid the attack of this sword. But there is only one chance.

Suddenly, Wang Fan's body shook, and three Wang Fans suddenly appeared in the air. Each one has a fraction of the strength of the ontology. Three Wang Fan flew in three directions. However, the huge sword has been locked on one of Wang Fan.

"It seems that the mirror split is not good. It can recognize my breath." The real Wang Fan stopped. Let the other two identities dissipate.

"The sword of the gods, come to an end, infidels who do not believe in God." The high priest finally pronounced the spell of waving the sword.

The giant sword shone and seemed to cut at Wang Fan slowly. Although it seemed to fall slowly, Wang Fan under the sword felt that as soon as the sword fell, it came to his eyes the next moment, and the surging pressure suppressed his body. It almost made Wang Fan breathless. After all, his current strength is still too weak. This sword must be the ultimate defense of the Elf Temple.

"Drink!" Face projection, physical split. Get out of the way!" At the critical moment, Wang Fan used the only magic spell that had not been used after his promotion - space plane projection.

On Wang Fan's head, a person exactly like Wang Fan immediately appeared. This time, the split was almost the same as his own strength. Moreover, the breath and appearance are exactly the same. This is an upgraded version of Wang Fan's mirror split. It can create an energy split with similar strength to the ontology. But only one can be made.

The giant sword finally fell down. It can seriously damage the power of the ninth-order strongman. The split body only resisted it for a moment and was cut into powder.

However, the real Wang Fan also took advantage of this short time to teleport hundreds of meters away.

Wang Fan's chest fluctuated sharply and gasped. When the giant sword came to his body just now, Wang Fan really felt the threat. The power of the giant sword was indeed very powerful. Wang Fan even felt that even if he hid in the heart of space, the giant sword could follow the breath. For the first time, Wang Fan felt that his life was in danger.

A burst of anger filled my heart.

"The high priest, he is not dead, he is there!" A white robe sacrifice pointed to Wang Fan in the air. He shouted loudly.

The high priest turned to face Wang Fan and recited the mantra of the sword of the sky again. In the sky, the shadow of the giant sword appeared again. Seeing that the giant sword is about to form again.

Wang Fan said angrily, "Look for death! Put you into my space, and I'll see how you can use the sword of the sky. Let's talk about it. Wang Fan teleported and came to the high priest in an instant. Then he waved his hand, and the surging power of space rushed over, before the great sacrifice could react. He was pulled into a new space by a huge force.

Wang Fan looked up and saw that the virtual shadow of the giant sword disappeared without the host of the high priest.

At this time, the power of a vicious curse entangled again. Wang Fan suddenly turned around and saw the dream standing in the group of elves. He was chanting the spell with a resentful face. Wang Fan also smiled gerociously and came to him in a moment. Ju Li pulled: "Come in for me, too."

Feeling the tide-like invasion of the power of space, Meng Yi shouted, "No!"

Appeared again. Meng Ji and the high priest appeared in the space. Unfortunately, they just fell into the pond. Although they then flew up, they still became drowned. It's not embarrassing. They looked around and were shocked to find that the space was simply a small plane. Suddenly, I was shocked.

The two looked at each other in disbelief, and carefully asked, "God's Kingdom?"

"Hahaha, this is indeed the Kingdom of God, but it is my Kingdom of God!!! Take a look more, because you can't see it right away. Wang Fan's figure appeared next to the original stone. He looked at the two people below indifferently.

"Who the hell are you? Why did you steal our statue? If you kill me, our great elf god will not forgive you." The high priest cursed.

"Huh, elf god? Your elf god died as early as 4,000 years ago. Now the god you believe in is just the mother-in-law of the goddess of nature. You don't know that you are in the dark. That's stupid." Wang Fan said coldly.

"What did you say? You are blaspheming. Our great god will not fall.

"Idiot, I'm too lazy to explain it to you. Next, you go to hell." Wang Fan said with a murderous face.

"Wait, I, I'm willing to submit to you. Don't kill me." It's a dream. He fell to his knees with a bang. He made a big salute to Wang Fan.

Wang Fan took a look at him, but smiled and touched his hand on the original stone. Suddenly, a purple thunderbolt burst down and hit the dream kneeling on the ground with one blow. No one can resist the power of the thunder of divine punishment. In a moment, he turned into ashes.

The high priest roared, "He has surrendered to you. Why did he kill him?"

Wang Fan smiled evilly at the corners of his mouth: "I'm happy!"