After gaining the power of the other three people, the red-haired old man's self-confidence instantly exploded.
He laughed arrogantly: "Boy, do you feel my power? Even if you are at the peak of the second level, I can still fight you."
"However, given your age, it would be great to be able to reach the seventh level of the second level. In front of the four of us joining forces, you have no chance of winning."
For second-level warriors, the sixth level and the seventh level are a watershed. Those above the seventh level can be called the pinnacle of the second level.
Below the seventh level, it can only be regarded as the middle stage of the second level.
The strength of the two is naturally different.
For example, a second-grade and seventh-level expert can easily defeat five second-grade and sixth-level experts.
An earth-shaking powerful aura suddenly erupted from the red-haired old man. The aura was so powerful that everyone below him could not help but feel the urge to kneel down and worship.
This kind of coercion will only appear when lower life forms face higher life forms.
However, at this moment, this kind of coercion actually appeared on the red-haired old man.
It can be seen that the combined power of the four people has made a qualitative leap in his strength.
The fourth elder sighed with a look on his face: "I have only heard of the reputation of the Four Gods of War before, and I thought they were a bit undeserved. Now it seems that their strength is indeed extraordinary."
"I have only seen such power in the sect master."
"Boy, finish it!"
The red-haired old man shouted: "Fire Tyrant Sword!"
With a loud shout, his whole body began to spit out fire. Even his eyes had flames about two feet long, and the aura on his body instantly climbed to its peak.
Those flames condensed into a giant knife more than ten meters long in the void in front of him. The whole knife was also burning with blazing flames, and it looked unparalleled in power.
He held the handle of the knife with both hands and raised it high. It seemed that it took a lot of effort to lift the giant knife into the air.
His face was full of ferocious and crazy expressions, and he grinned crazily and said: "Hahaha, boy, if I were the only one, I wouldn't be able to perform this martial skill at all. Now, let you feel its power!"
"Go to hell!"
He slashed down with both hands, and the flaming giant sword more than ten meters long slammed down towards Qin Fan like a hill.
Qin Fan's clothes were blown by the powerful energy brought by the knife, and the temperature on the surface of his body almost reached the temperature of boiling water in an instant.
And this was just the beginning, the knife was still far away from falling.
King Zhenbei exclaimed: "The four heroes of the Wuzong are indeed the strongest under the sect master, and they are worthy of their reputation!"
"I just don't know if the Supreme Emperor can stop them!"
After hearing the words of King Zhenbei, Emperor Lin looked at Qin Fan with worry in his eyes. He could only pray silently in his heart: "God bless, we must let the Supreme Emperor block the attack of these four people!"
Di Lin no longer hopes that Qin Fan can win, but only hopes that Qin Fan can save his life under the attack of these four people.
There is no way, it's really because these four people are too strong together.
So powerful that you dare not even think about defeating them.
"It's interesting." Qin Fan smiled lightly and slowly pulled his other hand from behind.
"Although the four of you together are very strong, it's still not enough."
The aura on Qin Fan's body also began to rise in a straight line. The strength of the sword master was equivalent to that of a cultivator in the golden elixir stage. This was a being who could already initially control the rules of the world.
"Sword rises!"
Qin Fan made a casual stroke, and the green sword burst out with a shocking sword energy, directly slashing towards the red-haired old man's flaming sword.
He did not use the Nine Swords of the Great Dao, nor did he use any Taoist magical powers, just an ordinary sword strike.
However, the invisible power of rules between heaven and earth seemed to be pulled by an invisible rope and converged crazily towards Qin Fan's sword.
Qin Fan seemed to strike out with a sword at will, but the real power of this sword was blessed by the mighty power of heaven and earth.
This is the terrifying thing about the sword-controlling realm, where the action is the rule.
The red-haired old man couldn't help laughing loudly when he saw Qin Fan's ordinary moves, which were like the old man in the park using Tai Chi sword.
"Haha, boy, I think you have run out of skills, so you are using this broken sword to block my Flame Tyrant Sword? I will chop you into pieces with one strike!"
The red-haired old man was still secretly excited, thinking that this sword could definitely kill Qin Fan easily.
Even the Fourth Elder suffered a big loss at the hands of this kid. If he were to be killed, he would definitely gain more face when he returned to Wuzong.
The red-haired old man even secretly expected it.
However, when his giant flaming sword, which was more than ten meters long, came into contact with the blue sword energy, which was only more than two meters long, the smile on his face instantly froze.
It felt like suddenly pouring a basin of ice cubes into boiling water.
That sword, which contains the rules of heaven and earth, looks ordinary, but whoever tries it knows its true power.
The giant flaming knife more than ten meters long was cut open by the green sword energy in an instant, just like a knife cutting through tofu without any hindrance.
Then, the green sword energy destroyed everything and came to the hilt of the flaming sword in an instant.
Before the red-haired old man could react, he split him in half.
Moreover, the green sword energy continued unabated and successfully split the purple-robed old man in second place in half.
The green sword energy weakened only after passing through the body of the third person, but it still penetrated the body of the last gray-robed old man without hesitation.
The four heroes of the Wuzong instantly became the eight heroes of the Wuzong.
The whole place was deathly silent, except for the whistling of the red dragon flag of the Daqian Dynasty on the top of the city.
Di Lin, King Zhenbei and other officials opened their mouths wide and forgot to close them for a long time.
The countless people under the city were also instantly petrified, staring blankly at the blood floating in the air, as well as the four heroes of the Wuzong who had turned into eight and a half.
The fourth elder also looked at this scene with disbelief.
It wasn't until the bodies of the four heroes of Wuzong hit the hard bluestone floor that the four elders suddenly woke up.
Then, he began to breathe heavily. A powerful second-grade man, he now looked like an old man who was seriously ill and almost unable to walk.
"Impossible, how is this possible!"
"Those were the four heroes of the Wuzong! They were killed by his sword!"
"Even the sect leader probably can't do it!"
"How strong is this kid?"
Shocking! fear! Unbelievable!
The Fourth Elder's mood at the moment is very simple and can be described in only two words.
"No, I have to report what happened here to the sect master. This kid will become the enemy of my martial arts sect!"
The fourth elder is also a person who takes the overall situation into consideration and knows the importance of bringing this news back.
If Qin Fan suddenly came to Wuzong and was caught off guard, Wuzong would probably suffer a big loss.
He suddenly turned around and ran away, not even caring about the bodies of the four heroes of Wuzong.
Qin Fan sneered: "You don't even want your companion's body. Isn't it too heartless?"
With that said, he rose up with his sword and caught up with the fourth elder in an instant.
The flying speed of the sword is countless times faster than the speed of the warrior.
