The trembling piercing sounds in people's hearts and the shaking sound of the ice cone shattering into one piece. Countless snowflakes were shaken by the huge force and turned into countless tiny powders flying all over the sky, like a thick white mist surrounding Zhao Fan.

The huge snowman, which was bulging out of the ice cone on the ground, was stuck in the air with countless hideous ice cones, and was motionless without any sound.

The white-clothed psychic man raised his face and walked around casually with a disdainful smile.

His hands were shaking hard towards the direction where Zhao Fan was, and there was a crackling sound on the extremely strong snowball, and a huge gap was cracked in an instant, and then he saw Zhao Fan covered with snowflakes.

Zhao Fan's eyes were originally closed tightly, but when the gap appeared, it suddenly opened.

"boom!"

The internal energy hit the ice and snow on his body and splashed everywhere. The next second Zhao Fan appeared in front of the white-clothed psychic.

The man's smile froze on his face instantly!

"Bang!"

The scream had just sounded, and a punch he had been waiting for had hit the man in the chest.

The crackling sound was not the sound of bones breaking, but rather the sound of ice chunks breaking.

This psychic genius was indeed extraordinary. In the midst of incompatibility, a thick piece of ice armor condensed in front of his chest, blocking Zhao Fan's punch.

But it was just a moment of blocking. After the re-wash, Zhao Fan's power has recovered. How can this thing stop him?

The ice armor was broken the moment the fist touched, and the huge vibration force twitched the man backed all the way, and his feet drew two deep grooves on the ground, and the red blood left a line that was more than three meters long on the ground.

"The Snow Queen's Gaze!"

This psychic is at least level A. Even if he is seriously injured and panic, he still uses his psychics in an orderly manner.

With the loud shout from his mouth, the biting chill enveloped Zhao Fan again, and the blood in his body seemed to be about to solidify the next moment.

Zhao Fan snorted coldly, and the operation of the nameless martial arts flying, wherever the warm breath went, it was like a hot knife cutting a butter, and the biting coldness disappeared in an instant.

It sounds slow, but in fact, all this is only a second. A roar sounded in the silent snow-capped mountains, and Zhao Fan's punch from the air hit the man's chest accurately again.

This time, the white-clothed psychic was more prepared. Although he didn't understand how Zhao Fan did it, when he saw him swing his fist, he subconsciously condensed a thicker ice armor.

However, Zhao Fan would never give him any chance again. His body expanded and his degree increased by at least twice as much as before the wash. He almost arrived in front of the person again in a flash, and his fists hit the man's chest again and again.

The ice armor was shattered one after another. The man's already a little pale face was completely pale, and blood was constantly dripping on the white clothes on his body, like plum blossoms.

"call out!"

As soon as the sound of breaking through the air appeared, Zhao Fan had already felt the threat from behind. He sneered again, picked up the man in white with both hands, and turned around to block him in front of him.

A scream followed, and the bullet flew from the darkness directly pierced the chest of the man in white. Blood splattered out, and the heat condensed into the ice and snow.

Since this is the territory of the Emperor of the Underworld, how could Zhao Fan take it lightly?

The sniper hidden in the snow peak in the distance had already appeared very early. When the man touched the trigger of the sniper rifle, he had already started to move. At the same time as the bullet was shot, he had already grabbed the white-clothed psychic and blocked him.

After Magnan's bullet penetrated the white-clothed psychic, he took away a large piece of flesh and blood on his back, and then spun and landed on Zhao Fan's body.

It hurts a little!

When the white-clothed psychic was dead, the face was still filled with fear and confusion. After being thrown to the ground by Zhao Fan, he still stared at the blue sky with wide eyes, and his spirit disappeared in an instant.

Not far away, the figures began to flash. The sniper flew to find a hidden position and lay on the ground and gasped. Seven or eight figures also rushed over at this time.

Just like what the white-clothed psychic said, the Emperor of the Underworld organization still does not pay enough attention to Zhao Fan. They thought that this person could definitely solve Zhao Fan's problem.

They will definitely not make the same mistake again, so they dispatched eight people at once.

These people have different ages and genders, but they are all psychics, and they are all A-level psychics, and the ability they control is also extremely magical.

A tall and strong man with the ability to control metals, and under his control, countless powerful weapons smashed towards Zhao Fan as if he had life.

An elderly woman with dark skin possesses the same supernatural power as Alec. She controls the wind to blow the snow on the ground and almost completely covers Zhao Fan. The sharp invisible wind blade cuts countless deep grooves on the ground.

...

The defensive power of 1,400 points was completely enough in front of these people. With the addition of 800 points of agility, Zhuanxu took him to move like a phantom.

Every time he takes action, he has a power bonus of 1,400 points, which is equivalent to adding 1,400 kilograms of power to the strength he has. With the bonus of the nameless martial arts, where can these people in front of him stop him?

Screams came one after another, followed by screams.

Zhao Fan was not in the mood to continue fighting with them, and he was the ultimate kill. Although it took a lot of effort in comparison, the battle lasted only less than twenty minutes in total.

Five of the eight people died, and the remaining three saw the opportunity very quickly. They screamed and flew towards the top of the mountain in a panic.

Zhao Fan was not in a hurry to chase him. The Emperor of the Underworld was actually much stronger than he thought. For him, the continuous battles were also consumed with internal energy very seriously.

The casual steps under your feet looked relaxed and freehand, but in fact the nameless martial arts were running wildly, constantly replenishing the consumption just now.

The altitude here is very high, the temperature is lower than zero, and the air is extremely thin, but Zhao Fan was surprised to see that the recovery level of the exercises here was unprecedentedly fast.

"Is it still related to the environment to practice the nameless martial arts? This happened once before on the beach, and this time it happened here again. Is it because there is no pollution in these places, or for other reasons?"

I was a little confused, but at this time I didn't have time to think about it carefully. After a flash of thought, I saw dozens of people waiting there in the huge square with countless ruins in the distance.

These did not make him feel strange, but instead felt much more at ease. All signs showed that he was really looking for the right place.

What made him a little strange was that there were five people in ancient Chinese robes and long swords hanging on their waists.

There was a clear distinction between the five people and those psychics, standing alone.

A young man with a high nose bridge and slightly thin lips stood in front of him. The young man was wrapped in a long black head, and then he also had a golden crown with a glittering golden light. He seemed to have some kind of divine light in his eyes, which made people dare not look down on him.

The remaining four middle-aged people were also long and tied with a hairpin on their heads. They looked at the young people and stood around with a little vigilance.

If he hadn't been very clear about where he was, Zhao Fan even had some doubts about whether he had entered the shooting scene of a costume film.

No matter the style, dress, or the expression and temperament on the faces of the five people, they all looked no different from those of ancient people.

It was just a little surprised. Since these people were waiting there, they didn't need to think too much about it to know that they must be enemies, not friends. Since that's the case, Zhao Fan was too lazy to think too much about what their origins were.

Feeling that his internal energy became full again, he did not waste any more time and slightly accelerated to the square on the mountain.

From a distance, he saw the tall European among a group of supernatural beings. This man looked in his forties. Even if he knew he was an enemy, Zhao Fan had to admit that this man looked very handsome.

Like most Europeans, his facial features are very distinctive, with golden blue eyes, a high nose bridge, and a burly figure. Moreover, he is dressed well, wearing a neat black suit, you can tell that it is of great value at a glance. He has a white shirt and a black tie with golden oblique stripes, and the black leather shoes under his feet are even more polished.

When Zhao Fan looked at this person, the person was also looking at him. He did not have the kind of resentment and hostility he imagined, but instead had a gentle smile.

Zhao Fan sneered, walked slowly towards him, and looked at the man calmly.

"In just four years, I have climbed from the awakening stage of supernatural powers to at least level A's strength! Lord Anusbi, you really amazed me!"

Zhao Fan didn't say anything, but the man seemed extremely familiar with his mouth. His face looked sincere and his tone sighed sincerely.

Zhao Fan ignored him and looked at the crowd, landing on the two women in the corner, with unconcealed murderous intent.

He had seen both women, one of them at Stark's underground base, and the other one was on paper.

Although the Hare and Big Eye concealed the real cause of death of Lu Pei'ang and others, they never gave up on the idea of ​​revenge in their hearts. So shortly after that incident, Big Eye, who had learned to draw, secretly drew out the appearances of several supernatural beings.

When he was at the underground base, the woman saw that the situation was wrong and ran away almost without hesitation.

She was afraid of Zhao Fan, so when Zhao Fan's eyes fell on her, her body trembled slightly.

And when her eyes turned to the European man in suit and tie, her expression calmed down again, and even a disdainful sneer came out of her mouth.

At this moment, Zhao Fan felt a cold gaze falling on him. When he turned his head slightly, he saw the murderous intent in the eyes of the young man in ancient costume.

"What a pity, a genius like you has become our enemy!"

It took only one second to scan the time. The European man in a suit paused slightly, sighed and shook his head and continued.

"Are you the Emperor of the Underworld?"

When Zhao Fan saw the expressions of these people, he could easily tell that this person was the leader here. He looked at him seriously and asked casually.

"Haha, although Lord Anusbi is amazing, it is not as good as Lord Anusbi personally received it."

"I am Sevillante, you can also call me a servant of God! Or, the Ghost King!"

Zhao Fan's expression moved and he took a deep look on the man's face again.

The so-called Ghost King did not have the feeling of being so sarcastic as I imagined. Instead, it made people feel handsome and charming, which surprised him a little.
Chapter completed!