This ancient starry sky battlefield is filled with dark oppression. Walking on this continent, it seems like your shoulders are pressed against a huge mountain of demons. Every step you take will make you feel like your bones are clattering.

"ah!"

Roars and screams echoed in the air, and in the small battlefield ahead, someone was torn apart and blood was sprayed.

There were still many other monks here, but they just looked indifferently, as if nothing had happened. In the small battlefield, a man with his left arm with his left arm naked in his hand held a sky knife and tore up seven or eight ancient kings of the Three Qings, which was so terrifying that it was like a blood-stained monster.

"Let's go, the real masters seem to be in the depths."

Jiang Xiaofan said.

He learned from Yao Yuan that this battlefield of heaven is extremely vast, gathering the strongest talents from all the heavens and ten thousand realms. There is no rule in this battlefield. Simply put, whoever has a tough fist is the boss. This is a battlefield and a road of heaven. The stronger the strength, the further you can go.

The three of them did not stop here, and walked directly through the center of this small battlefield and towards the depths.

"Hey!"

Looking at the movements of the three of them, a cold laugh suddenly sounded outside the small battlefield.

Not far away, hundreds of monks outside the battlefield looked over, their eyes cold. Someone showed a cruel smile and stared at the backs of Jiang Xiaofan and others with mockery, as if they were looking at three corpses.

"Chew!"

In the small battlefield, a man with a red-armed arm slashed over with a sky sword, and the divine power was terrifying.

"boom!"

The sky sword slashed across the sky and slashed at Jiang Xiaofan and the other two.

A cold wind stormed, cutting the space.

"Boy, do you see that people are more arrogant than you are everywhere."

Qin Luo curled his lips.

"Fuck, how could I be arrogant?"

Jiang Xiaofan was immediately furious.

He didn't even turn his head, and slapped the rushing man with a backhand, slapped the man with a knife and slapped him, not even a single bit of scum.

"What?!"

Outside the battlefield, a group of cultivators who were preparing to watch the show suddenly changed color.

The strength of the red-armed man just now was obvious to all, and it was absolutely terrifying. He killed seven or eight ancient kings of the Three Qings in that battlefield one after another. But now, someone actually wiped out such a powerful existence with one slap.

"Who is this?"

There was an uproar outside the battlefield.

The people who were holding their arms to watch the fun were already terrified at this moment.

Many people suddenly fell silent. Looking at Jiang Xiaofan's back, there was a hint of fear in their eyes. This person must not be provoked, otherwise he would be killed on the spot.

"It's scary!"

A monk secretly told me.

Almost all the cultivators who came here are the strongest heroes in their own world, and they have few opponents in the familiar big world, so they came to this battlefield of heaven to find new opponents and opportunities to transform into heaven. But now, looking at Jiang Xiaofan's back, many people saw the gap, the huge gap.

Front...

"Damn, kid, you smashed the ancestral weapon, Heavenly Knife together. It's an ancestral weapon. Didn't you agree that you would have such a fool in the future and must keep the magic weapon? That's the treasure house resource of my Heavenly Court in the future!"

Qin Luo glared.

Jiang Xiaofan: "Uh..."

"I forgot, I didn't have the best control for a while."

He was speechless.

"Ancestral artifact, ancestral artifact, you destroyed one by one like this. You are such a prodigal son."

Qin Luo curled his lips.

People from afar: "..."

These monks were still amazed at Jiang Xiaofan's terrifying combat power, but the next moment they were killed by Qin Luo's words. The man was still muttering other people's magic weapons. Seeing his annoyed look, it seemed as if the magic weapon was his own.

The three of them ignored everyone outside the venue and continued to walk forward.

"I've suffered!"

Jiang Xiaofan seemed to have thought of something, but suddenly changed his color.

"What's wrong?"

Chen Yifeng and Qin Luo turned their heads at him at the same time.

"This..." Jiang Xiaofan felt a little embarrassed and said for a long time: "Do you still remember the man in yellow in the outside before? He seemed to have forced the collection of at least hundreds of ancient medicine kings, but the result is..."

Listening to his words, Qin Luo's eyes suddenly widened again, and even Chen Yifeng opened his mouth. They naturally knew what the result was, because they saw with their own eyes that Jiang Xiaofan and the ancient medicine king took a picture of it.

"call!"

The cold wind blew over and there was a slight bleak smell.

"spendthrift!"

Qin Luo shook his head.

"This...is okay..."

Chen Yifeng forced a smile, and no matter how he looked, he felt a little reluctant and calm.

Hundreds of ancient medicine kings are enough to allow the Heavenly Court to cultivate many peerless masters, but now...

Jiang Xiaofan: “…”

He suddenly felt like he was a sinner for the ages.
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