Uh-huh!
At the moment when this half-sage of Neo-Confucianism was stabbed in the head, Yang Fan raised his hand and used a magical power to mend the sky. The colorful light directly sent away the opponent's body and body, leaving no trace!
From the murder to the destruction of the corpse, only a moment passed before a half-sage of Neo-Confucianism disappeared from this world!
The other party may never understand who could easily break into their camp and get under his nose.
After all, nearly 300,000 people from the Nanchang Army gathered here, and the roaring military atmosphere enveloped the camp, making the camp almost form a divine realm on the ground. Even the divine realm cannot be invaded without permission!
However, Yang Fan's Baifu Knot was an important weapon of the previous dynasty, and it completely ignored all restrictions and suppressions. With his extremely strong melee strength, ordinary half-saints would not be able to survive if they were approached by him.
After Yang Fan finished killing the people, he quickly activated another magical power - Fate Power!
"Fate, forgery!"
The next second, a slightly illusory fate line slowly emerged on his body. It was the fate line of the Neo-Confucian semi-sage who had just died!
"Um?"
In the direction of the central tent, Zhu Lu frowned slightly.
"What is that guy Zhu Wen doing..."
As a powerful person in the realm of gods, sitting in the center of the camp, he naturally has strong control over the interior of the camp. He instantly noticed that Zhu Wen's aura disappeared for a while and then reappeared.
As the two armies were confronting each other, Zhu Su was a cautious person and naturally did not want any accidents to occur.
He stood up directly and headed towards the tent where Zhu Wen was.
Soon, he arrived outside the tent. When the two guards at the door saw Zhu Cuo, they quickly saluted: "I have seen the commander-in-chief!"
"Well, where is Zhu Wen?"
"Lord Zhu Wen is resting inside."
Zhu Lu glanced at the two of them and walked into the tent.
"Why is he here?"
Yang Fan in the tent had naturally noticed Zhu Lu's arrival, and the opponent's tyrannical performance on the battlefield today naturally made him extremely fearful.
Moreover, he never expected that the other party would come suddenly.
My mind was racing.
From the moment of killing to the destruction of corpses and traces, to the replacement of the other party's fate line, there was only a moment's gap in between. Could it be that the other party noticed this?
Yang Fan's eyes flashed.
Fortunately, the other party did not show hostility at the moment, otherwise, he would not have come like this, but would have come to kill him immediately!
However, this still made Yang Fan extremely vigilant. His face changed rapidly, and soon he looked like Zhu Wen.
"Commander! You are here so late. What are your orders?"
Yang Fan stepped forward quickly.
Zhu Lu looked around the tent and found nothing out of the ordinary. He felt relieved and then said: "I was inspecting the camp and happened to pass by here, so I came to see you."
There was a hint of concern in his voice.
Especially those eyes made Yang Fan instinctively feel a little awkward.
The look in the other person's eyes...
It feels like I'm watching my son!
"The commander visited the camp late at night, which really puts me to shame..."
Yang Fan cupped his fists and pretended to be ashamed.
"Okay, there are no outsiders here, so don't call me handsome..."
Zhu Lu waved his hand, sat down, and patted the chair beside him, "Wen'er, sit next to my father. My father has something to say to you..."
"..."
Yang Fan was shocked and immediately saw the black line on his forehead. Was the man he killed really the other party's son?
You pretended to be someone else, but a father suddenly appeared?
He resisted the urge to take out Fang Tian's painted halberd and stab it at him, and reluctantly sat next to him.
"Wen'er fought with the army today. How do you feel about it?"
Zhu Lu asked warmly.
Yang Fan's eyes flashed, and he said slowly: "The strength of the military half-saint is too strong, especially when combined with the army to attack, it is simply more powerful than a tiger, and it is difficult to match..."
"My son, don't worry!"
Zhu Lu nodded and smiled slightly: "All schools of thought have their own tendencies! War is the foundation of a military strategist. All the magical powers and even the sacred treasures collected are for war. It is not surprising to see this. As long as If you continue to weaken the opponent's army, their strength will naturally decline."
"I see."
Yang Fan nodded.
After all, Zhou Chaozong's performance on the battlefield today really scared him. The almost unlimited firepower was as violent as thunder. He doubted how long he could withstand it.
"This time the army is going on an expedition. As a father, I have finally won this position. You must perform well, otherwise, as a father, you will not be able to openly show favoritism!"
"I see!"
"As a father, I know you won't let me down, Wen'er!"
Zhu Lu sat for a while and then left.
Yang Fan let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, his destiny reached its peak, and he was only one step away from reaching perfection. Through Zhu Wen's scattered destiny fragments, he barely managed to deal with it.
Otherwise, if you are careless, the other party may notice the flaw.
"It seems that it is better to forge the fate line first and then kill."
Yang Fan has a new mind.
After Zhu Lu left, it took him a while before he chose to attack again, leaving a piece of human skin in the tent, and moved towards the next tent quietly.
He learned from the experience of the last time, and this time he became more and more skillful in killing people. The other party was replaced without making a sound, and the body was sent back to this world directly by the magic power of Mending Heaven.
Every time he killed a person, he left a piece of human skin behind. Soon, Yang Fan killed seven semi-saints in a row!
Fortunately, these people were all semi-saints who had only grasped scattered magical powers. Only two of them had taken off the divine treasure. There was no chance of surviving Yang Fan's surprise attack.
After an hour, all the Neo-Confucian semi-sages in the camp, except Zhu Su, were completely killed by Yang Fan.
It has to be said that with the protection of Baifu Knot, he ignores all restrictions, coupled with the terrifying explosive power in close combat, he has the strength to rival the top assassins!
Under the gods, he is almost invincible!
After all this was done, Yang Fan finally set his sights on the central tent!
"You actually wanted me to call you dad just now?"
There was a fierce glint in his eyes.
Don't you know what kind of weapon Yang used?
When he thought of Zhu Lu saying "becoming a father" just now, Yang Fan felt an evil fire in his heart.
Today, I must give you a slap in the face!
Yang Fan had a murderous intention in his heart, so he quietly walked towards the central tent. Zhu Lu's breath in the tent was very steady, and he was not just sleeping, but also meditating.
Whoosh.
There was an obvious restriction outside the tent, but Yang Fan transformed into a piece of human skin and easily passed through it, crawling to the top of the tent.
At a glance, he saw Zhu Lu who was practicing with his eyes closed in the tent!
"Grandson, take my halberd!"
Yang Fan held the big halberd in his hand and stabbed it down with the force of Mount Tai!
