Because he knew very well what the Barbarian King sent him to come out with Al Zhanhu this time. Paying off Xia Fan’s favor debt is secondary. More importantly, he should hone Al Zhanhu through battle, and hoped that he could gain some insights through such experience and find an opportunity to break through to the divine realm.

Originally, Al Qingtian felt that facing the siege of the 200,000 troops of Lan Yu Kingdom at this time was a good opportunity to hone the Ar Zhanhu. Even if all the tribe members were killed in battle, as long as they could understand it, it would be worth it, and at the same time, they could also pay off Xia Fan's favor.

But what Al Qingtian didn't expect was that things turned into this without realizing it.

Al Qingtian did hope to get Xia Fan's help, but that was after his side was completely in desperate situation and Al Zhanhu had completed the training he needed to complete, but he did not think about letting Xia Fan help Al Zhanhu in this way.

Because of this, Al Zhanhu became extremely brave, but he could not develop the overall view of the situation at all. Instead, he was like a powerful general who only needed to obey orders. This was only bad but not good for a young patriarch like Al Zhanhu.

But Al Qingtian couldn't say that Xia Fan was wrong at this time. After all, Xia Fan was indeed helping them now. Even if the method was not right, he could not erase his credit.

It's so frustrating! Al Qingtian felt very upset. This is even more frustrating than being defeated by someone who is not as strong as himself.

"Die! Boom boom boom..." Aer Zhanhu didn't know how depressed Al Qingtian was now. At this time, he was waving the two giant axes in his hand, enjoying the refreshing battle and killing.

Because of the continuous chopping and killing, his face was already splashed with the enemy's blood and flesh, so that he now looked like a Shura crawling out of the sea of ​​corpses and blood. Not only that, the giant axe in his hand became very different from before. It was covered with a dark red light, and blood dripped from time to time, as if there were faint screams of the enemy before his death, which made his power when he swung the giant axe even more terrifying.

After a series of directional assaults, the barbarians had stirred up the military formation even more chaotic, so that all the soldiers from Lan Yu Kingdom collided with their own people.

At this time, Xia Fan, who was also in the military formation, was also advancing forward. However, at this time, he looked much more elegant and calm than Ar Zhanhu, who was leading the way.

Because Xia Fan was in the Sancai Formation at this time, he had as many as 100,000 soul bodies formed by his side, followed by him step by step, charging for him and killing all the enemies blocking the front, so basically no need for Xia Fan to take action himself. He only needed to see the fleeting flaws exposed during each change of the military formation, then grasped them tightly, and inserted them into the 100,000 soul bodies like a nail. The next battle will naturally be completed by the soul bodies.

The reason why Xia Fan did not interfere in such a fight was because such a battle did not benefit much from his strength improvement, and the other was because he needed to use this to hone his soul body and enable them to improve through continuous killing.

Of course, Xia Fan would not always be like a bystander. For example, at this time, he seemed to be wandering aimlessly. In fact, while cooperating with the barbarians to accelerate the disintegration of the military formation, making it even more chaotic, he was also constantly advancing quickly towards the core area of ​​the military formation.

Any formation must have its core, and the key to breaking the formation lies in it. Although the military formation is arranged by people, it will never leave its sect and it also has its core.

As the saying goes, if the soldiers are boundless, not to mention that the army of Lan Yu Kingdom has nearly 200,000. At this time, it looks really boundless. How easy is it to find the core of the military formation?

However, many things in the world are never difficult, and those who know it are not difficult. Just like Xia Fan, after he saw through the entire military formation, he not only walked like a leisurely stroll in the courtyard, and without him deliberately searching, he could quickly find the core of the blood evil spirit in the military formation.

So soon Xia Fan saw Fang Sen and Zhou Yaozu under the protection of heavy troops.

Since ancient times, the greatest contribution to fighting in war is to kill the generals and seize the flag. At this time, Xia Fan couldn't help but lit up, then jumped forward three or four hundred feet away, and killed Fang Sen directly.

"I really don't know how to live or die. You are seeking death. All the generals obey the orders and kill him for me!" Fang Sen was also shocked when he suddenly saw Xia Fan appearing less than three thousand feet away from him. However, he did not panic, but shouted loudly and gave the order to kill Xia Fan.

The biggest advantage of holding power is that there are many things that you don’t need to do by yourself. As long as you say something, there will naturally be people who will do it well. Now, before Fang Sen finished speaking, more than ten people rushed towards Xia Fan, and all of them were strong and powerful people with eight or nine levels of cultivation in the realm of Transformation of Gods.

If such a strong man is placed elsewhere, of course, it is not enough to establish a sect, but it is more than enough to be a sect in some small sects or some small families, but now he is just Fang Sen's pawn.

"Go to death!" A cultivator at the ninth level of the God Transformation Realm rushed forward. With a loud shout, a sword light slashed towards Xia Fan like a training exercise.

It can be seen that this person is not weak, especially his sword cultivation is quite exquisite. No wonder he is so active. He must have wanted to kill Xia Fan to make a big contribution. However, this person chose the wrong opponent.

"Hmph!" Xia Fan was too lazy to talk nonsense to him, but just snorted coldly. Seeing the sword light stretching two or three hundred feet, rushing towards him like a turbulent torrent, and reached out to grab it calmly.

The next moment, a Ten Thousand Souls Banner flew into Xia Fan's hand on his own. Then he waved his right hand and the light on the Ten Thousand Souls Banner soared. Under his waving, it directly smashed the wide-ranging sword light, and then poked on the chest of the ninth level of the God Transformation Cultivator.

"Puff! How could it be?!" The monk squirted blood and stared at Xia Fan with a look of shock and disbelief. It was hard for him to believe that he was a cultivator at the ninth level of the God Transformation Realm. How could he be so vulnerable when facing Xia Fan who was of equal strength?

"What's going on?"

"How could Xia Fan be so strong?!" The other cultivators who were ordered to kill Xia Fan were also shocked. They thought that killing Xia Fan might not be an extremely easy task, but they would probably not be able to do anything together. However, as soon as they met, they lost one person, and Xia Fan still had no fancy killing. It immediately shocked everyone and felt a little chill in their hearts.

"Even if they are at the ninth level of God Transformation, there are still strengths and weaknesses." Xia Fan glanced at the monk who was pierced by the Ten Thousand Soul Banner stared at him, and refused to give in. Then he said, "In my opinion, you are all too weak."

"Hu." The monk got the answer he wanted and swallowed his last breath, but his face was full of resentment and reluctance before his death. After all, if it were someone, he spent most of his life practicing hard and finally reached the ninth level of the God Transformation Realm. When he thought it was a bit powerful, he was killed instantly by someone. After that, he told you that you are very weak, so he deserves to die, and he will definitely die with his eyes open.

"Bang..." Xia Fan's hand was shocked by tens of thousands of soul banners, which had already shattered the cultivator's corpse into a blood mist. At the same time, the tens of soul banners were swept through and attacked the nearest person.

Not only that, the other ten thousand soul banners also moved, as if they were alive and directly rushed towards the remaining monks.

"Wow, it's Mr. Bird's turn to show off. Slash the generals and seize the flag, and the birds are happy!" Amid the crazy laughter, the flowers and birds rushed over, circled Xia Fan, and waved their wings and rushed towards Fang Sen. Along the way, countless petals fell, and the fragrance filled the battlefield with strong bloody smell, which looked particularly strange.

"There are monsters! Kill them!"

"Not good, the enemy is here to kill, kill, kill!"

"Boom boom boom..."

As the fragrance of flowers spread, all the soldiers of Lan Yu Kingdom along the way were trapped in the illusion. While shouting, they waved and waved to their comrades beside them. Some even turned around under the influence of hallucinations and killed in the direction where Fang Sen was.

"Shoot that bird to death..." Seeing this, Fang Sen didn't know that it was the flowers and birds making waves, so he immediately ordered the sharpshooter beside him.

"Swish swish swish swish." Not only were there more than a dozen spiritual talisman arrows flying towards the flowers and birds, but several monks also soared into the air and besieged at the flowers and birds. Various spiritual talismans, magic weapons, and flying swords even greeted the flowers and birds wildly.

"You dare to attack Master Bird, are you all tired of living!" The flower bird finally avoided the flying talisman arrow, but was almost hit by a talisman. She was immediately angry, her bright feathers seemed to be about to explode. While cursing, all kinds of dirty words were spitting at the enemy, and also circling around. The fragrance of flowers was even faster, and she was determined to charm all the elite soldiers who protected Fang Sen.

"Roar!" With the roar, the White Ape King of Flame rose up and landed directly in the military formation. When the soldiers within two or three hundred feet of the surrounding area were flying in scattered, it suddenly spit out a mouthful of flame, turned into a sea of ​​fire, and burned towards Fang Sen.

"A villain, seeking death! Wow wow wow wow..." As the scolding sounds, some monks from the army rushed out and raised their hands to cast spells. The torrent directly poured towards the flames sprayed out by the White Ape King of Flames.

Originally, water can silence the mouth, which is common sense. However, when monks fight, such common sense does not apply. Whether water can silence the fire or fire in turn boils the water dry depends entirely on who is stronger.
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