Chapter 1512： I have ten servant gods (1/2)

As Fang Fan got closer to the position of the Deacon of the Haotian Pavilion, Xiao En, he could see the smile on Xiao En's face more clearly.

An inexplicable sneer appeared on Fang Fan's face...

Really think this inferior radical method is useful?

This is simply a fantasy!

”Even though the [Arabic Rage] skill is still cooling off, I have ten servant gods under my command...”

”[Share] Servant God's skills are activated!”

”The power of the servant **** belongs to me!”

Fang Fan screamed, eyes flickering, the hand holding the four-star holy sword became stronger...

”cut!”

”Desolation of Desolation!”

Cut through the sky with one sword!

”No... it's impossible! No... not like this... this is fake! fake!”

Haotian Pavilion Deacon Xiao En opened his eyes wide, his face full of disbelief, he couldn't believe it, this would be true!

The picture in front of him looked particularly frightening...

The fear from the heart made him instantly lose the motivation to resist!

Fang Fan's sword already has the power to surpass the one-star sanctuary realm!

Sean swallowed a mouthful of saliva. He had only felt this power in the body of the guardian...

He is going to be cold... he is going to die... he is going to be completely terminated!

There is another desolation in the fear...

”Let me go... Let me go... I don't want to die... I really don't want to die!”

”The Haotian Pavilion... The Haotian Pavilion is not something you can deal with!”

”You killed me, Haotian Pavilion will definitely not let you go!”

”Huh...huhuhu...you can't do this, don't...don't...”

”This road...no way...”

”what……”

There was a burst of screams, screaming across the sky, shaking the sky...

Click...

Thorn...

The sound of bone cracking came, and the head fell to the ground, and the deacon of the quasi-sacred realm of Haotian Pavilion was dead!

Among the tens of thousands of Haotian Pavilion cultivators, this one is the strongest...