The Pinnacle of Martial Arts Cultivation

As the number of people in the Royal Academy is bound to skyrocket, the pressure on slaves is even greater.

They were already at a disadvantage, and the situation that could be reached even by relying on evil spirits was completely reversed in an instant.

In the eyes of all the slaves, jealousy appeared invariably!

They saw that they had transferred their target to Chen Fan. At this moment, everyone could see that Chen Fan was the spiritual leader of this team, and if he wanted to win this battle, he must first kill Chen Fan!

In an instant, bright spears and dark arrows came surging, and the Scimitar of the Zhinu tribe, like a sharp weapon breaking through the sky, constantly attacked Chen Fan from every corner.

Even facing the attacks of other people in the Royal Academy, they chose to attack Chen Fan instead of being injured.

As a result, Chen Fan's pressure skyrocketed. Even though he had great combat power and powerful means, how did he face the siege of so many people?

"Puff!"

His back was violently hit by a scimitar, and the wound suddenly turned out, dripping with blood, and even vaguely saw the deep bones inside.

Chen Fan resisted the pain, still standing on his own sharp counterattack.

The tweeting on the shoulders had already consumed the spiritual power at this moment to a terrifying situation, and even the hoarse voice came from the yelling voice.

The crowd gathered more and more, which directly led to Chen Fan and Xiao Qi being washed away, and they were separated by a long distance.

A scimitar locked Chen Fan's back at this time, and it attacked with a fierce scream.

Chen Fanzheng was too busy to take care of himself, and didn't have time to care about that scimitar.

All this was in the eyes of sunset Xiaoqi, only to see that she did not hesitate, and sternly shouted from the side: "Chen Fan, be careful!"

Almost as soon as Xiao Qi spoke, Chen Fan turned around fiercely, and Han Guangjian met the scimitar.

"Ding!"

The harsh sound of gold and iron strikes, making people frown unconsciously.

The Zhi Slave who attacked Chen Fan from behind saw that he had not succeeded in a single blow, and a flash of anger flashed in his eyes. As he stepped back, he shouted at all the Zhi Slaves: "Kill that woman pig!"

When this person's voice fell, all Zhinu immediately turned around and faced Xiaoqi.

At the same time, there are still people blocking Chen Fan's rescued figure, making it impossible to leave the place!

"Little seven, run!"

At this critical moment, Chen Fan could only scream with all his strength, his eyes became red for a moment, and his whole body exuded a fierce and iron-blooded temperament!

On the other hand, Xiao Qi naturally noticed the danger she was in. She knew that now it was not a time for arrogance, as long as she was not out of danger, Chen Fan would not be able to concentrate on the enemy.

Applying the power to his legs, Xiao Qi immediately thought of escape, and urged all the defensive spirit treasures from the palace.

He was immediately covered by a transparent energy shield.

Although there are too many good things in the palace, Xiao Qi is still inadequate in his cultivation, and even a high-level spirit treasure cannot fully perform its due role.

Nowadays, facing so many Sun Slaves, the effect of the round Lingbao under the decay and the other has been minimal, and even a few of them have been smashed by the besieged Sun Slaves.

Xiao Qi's figure about to escape was once again surrounded by groups.

"Stop it!!! Is there any means to come at me!"

Seeing this situation, Chen Fan's eyes were splitting, and he began to attack the Sun slaves surrounding him recklessly, and kept rushing in the direction of Xiao Qi.

But Zhinu had already taken Xiaoqi's life with determination, how could he give Chen Fan a chance to rescue him?

A scimitar had locked Xiao Qi's neck at this time!